She cried out, staring up at Cam in shock as his eyes opened, the pupils suddenly flaring as something akin to agony twisted his features.
His c**k slid from her lips and her head jerked, staring down to watch his twin, Chase, lift his head from between her thighs.
His lips glistened with her juices. His eyes, so like Cam’s, his features identical, suddenly tightened with shock and knowledge.
“Cam?” His voice was hard, powerful. “She knew this was coming. Right?”
Jaci shook her head, shuddering, torn between begging them to stop and begging them to finish. A roller coaster of sensation was tearing through her. Her senses were alive with too many impulses, too much pleasure, and too much awareness.
It wasn’t just Cam.
Everything. He wanted everything. And then she remembered. Like a splash of cold water, she knew that the rumors of the two brothers sharing their lovers wasn’t just rumor. It was truth.
“This is everything,” Cam whispered, touching her cheek, drawing her gaze back to him, his eyes tormented, somber. “I thought you knew, Jaci. I thought you were warned what everything meant.”
Watch Cam. Everything means giving it to him and Chase. The warning, given by a friend that she had ignored. That Jaci had denied. Petty gossip, she had told herself. Jealousy. But it was truth.
“Damn it, Cam!” Chase was on his feet, jerking his shirt off and pushing it into his brother’s hands.
Shaking his head, Cam slowly eased her arms into the shirt as she stared back at him, trying to make sense of what she wanted, what they wanted.
As he drew the edges of the shirt together she whispered miserably, “I’m a virgin, Cam.”
She had saved herself for him. For as long as she had remembered, she had known there was no one else for her but Cameron Falladay.
He froze as his eyes widened, his fingers at the buttons of the shirt.
“What did you say?”
“I’m a virgin.”
As Chase stomped from the room Cam breathed out with a ragged breath.
“I’m taking you home now, Jaci.”
“I waited for you,” she whispered. “Just for you.”
He cupped her face in his hands then and stared back at her, pain and shadows swirling in his eyes.
“I’m taking you home. Stay away from those parties, because I won’t be there again, and no one else will bother to try to protect you, sweetheart. They’ll hurt you. And as God as my witness, I’ll kill the man who dares to hurt you.”
She shook her head, confused, aching, uncertain what she had just allowed to slip through her fingers.
“Wait.” She gripped his wrist as he pushed his erection inside his pants and pulled the zipper up. “Cam, tell me why. Why this?”
She was going to cry. She didn’t want to cry. She wanted Cam, she wanted the heat, the wicked intensity, and a part of her wanted what she knew everything was now. That part of her terrified her.
“I thought you knew,” he said again, his voice soft, filled with regret. “God, Jaci, I thought you knew what I wanted. Come on.” He slid her skirt over her legs then pulled her to her feet and replaced it around her h*ps as he knelt in front of her.
“Cam?”
He was too silent, an air of grief surrounding him as he slowly laid his cheek against her stomach. And Jaci felt the first tear fall. She didn’t know what she had lost tonight, and she was suddenly terrified to ask, to let herself wonder.
“Go home, Jaci. For both our sakes, for my sanity, go home.”
1
Sometimes life just came full circle, whether a woman wanted it to or not. It was inevitable. And life had definitely come full circle for Jaci Wright.