Belonging to Them (7 page)

“Declan, Miles and Conor, my brothers.”

“Good lord, there are five of you?” she murmured, taking in the resemblance no one could deny.

“Yeah. They’ve moved to the city though. More opportunities. More women.”

“With a population of nearly one hundred percent men, I can believe it. You know with a little PR this place could attract single women. Daly, the Mecca of Men.”

He snorted. “How would you do that?”

“It’s what I do. I’m a tourism researcher. I build plans for businesses and towns to attract people.”

Jamie nodded. “Could work in Daly, I guess. If you were here.”

He almost kicked himself when the words slipped out. The last thing he wanted to do was to push her. It was way too soon to know what either of them was feeling even if it had been instant and strong.

“Ready for bed?” he asked. She nodded and headed for the stairs. Jamie followed, enjoying the feminine sway of her rear as she moved. Watching her today with the other men had been exquisite torture. So hot. Yet he yearned to put his claim on her. To know he shared but in the end this woman was his.

At her doorway, she paused and turned to him. The others had gone to bed and wouldn’t be coming to her room tonight. Would she send him away?

“You’re coming in?” she asked.

“I’d like to. To hold you,” he added quickly. “I’m not sure your poor pussy could take any more today.”

“I think I can take a lot more than you suspect,” she laughed, pulling him into the room. She shut the door.

“Can I ask you something?” she asked. She walked toward the bed, getting undressed as she moved. He wanted to photograph the smooth line of her back. Earlier he’d been struck by fine movement of muscle in her abdomen. Would she let him capture her on film before she left here?

“Jamie?” she prompted.

“Huh? Oh. Yeah, sure. Ask.”

“You were a million miles away,” she commented.

“Not so far. Just admiring you.”

A faint veil of rose crawled up her neck to her cheeks. She shook her head. “The golden tongue of the Irish.”

He raised a brow. “My tongue can do far more than that. Wanna see?”

“I could be convinced. So…I was wondering…does it bother you when I’m with your cousins and Patrick?”

“No,” he laughed. “It’s…stunning. So hot. And we seem…”

“Connected,” she offered.

Jamie nodded. “Connected. Knowing that’s there, knowing you’ll come to me after, that your mouth is mine, just makes it hotter. Someday, hopefully, I’ll marry. Sean and David won’t ever have a third. They’re content as they are, though they like the occasional woman. I’d always share with them. Knowing my wife was mine, but that they enjoyed her and she’d always be in bed with me afterward would just arouse me more.”

She sat on the bed. “So why don’t you join in?”

He settled beside her. “Three perfect men then me. Would I even have a shot?”

“They’re not perfect. And for the record…” She kissed his chin then his mouth. Her tongue slipped over his lips. “First shot.”

She straddled him, taking his mouth fully and pushing him backward onto the mattress. She flattened over him. “I’m not a nympho, by the way. I didn’t have sex for eight months before coming here, and before that, it was pretty infrequent even though I was engaged. And before Antonio, it was a few years.”

“I didn’t think you were. You’re eager but not all over us all the time. And you blush too prettily.” On cue, the flush in her cheeks grew deeper. He nipped at her bottom lip. “Antonio…that’s the asshole? The guy who hit you?”

“Yeah.”

He turned her so they were on their sides and he could cuddle her against his chest. He closed his eyes and rested his chin on the top of her head, surprised by the strength of the anger that surged through him. Antonio had better not show up in Daly.

“No one will hurt you here,” Jamie promised.

He had a feeling the one most in danger of being hurt here was him. He was falling. Hard and fast.

* * * *

The sun streamed through the window with insidious force as Rayna tried to stay deep in the fuzzy folds of sleep. Waking slowly, she stretched. Jamie’s strong arms curled around her and his powerful body pressed to her back. She smiled at the feel of his naked thighs against hers as she stretched. Finally… Finally, he had enough confidence in her to take off his pants.

Turning in his embrace, she kissed his chest and twined her leg through his—

Wait…

She froze then cautiously moved her foot where his left foot should be. So that was it. Would he be horrified that she’d woken before him and discovered what he’d kept secret. Tilting her head, she looked into his face. Jamie stared down at her. Wide awake. Waiting.

“You didn’t want to show me?” she asked.

“Freaks some people out.”

“Oh Jamie…” she sighed, pained by what he’d gone through and the demons he must still fight. “Not me. It doesn’t freak me out. Not that, not the scars.” Truth be told, the only thing that freaked her out was the realization she was starting to fall in love with this man. She’d never believed in love at first sight—and she didn’t want it either. She couldn’t stay here. She had plans in Oregon.
What plans, Ray? Sitting on your grandmother’s couch looking at want ads? And now, sitting on your grandmother’s couch and thinking of Jamie?

She shushed her inner voice and pressed to him again, running her foot along his good leg. The best way to show him this wouldn’t stop her affections seemed to be showing him she still wanted him.

“The prosthetic gets uncomfortable. I must have taken it off in the middle of the night while I was still mostly asleep. I wouldn’t have if I’d been awake. Not here—”

“Were you intending to hide this the entire time?”

He met her question with silence, and she knew that must have been his plan. She let out an irritated breath.

“I know we haven’t known each other long,” she told him, “but everything… everything seems to be in fast forward with us. I guess unbridled sex will do that. And, well, after the intimacies we’ve shared, the connection we both feel, it hurts that you don’t trust me.”

“Rayna…”

“Haven’t I proved over and over that your scars don’t change my attraction to you? I can’t say it doesn’t matter. Of course, it matters! That bomb hurt you. It’s something you have to live with. But it doesn’t make you less of a man. And it doesn’t make me want you less. In fact,” she said, kissing his shoulder, “my need for you just seems to be growing.”

He pushed her onto her back and rolled over her. His knees worked between hers. “Where have you been all my life?”

“Until about a year ago…leading a somewhat boring existence a thousand miles away.” Her fingers outlined his face, tracing his strong lips and cheekbones. Even with the scars partially marring the left side of his countenance, he was a stunning man. Drool-worthy her friend, Kelsey, would say. The injury just managed to make him appear dangerous. A man with a dark history. “Tell me what you’re not showing me,” she said.

“My leg was more badly damaged than the rest of me. I lost part below the knee.”

She nodded. “And now I’m supposed to go running in fear? Revulsion?”

His thighs tightened against hers. “Lord, I hope not. But I don’t want pity.”

“Hmm…well, pity’s a tough thing, isn’t it? Would I be a decent human if I didn’t feel bad that this has happened to you? Not really. Just be satisfied that it doesn’t change how I react to you. If you were as whole as everyone else or any more gorgeous, I’d treat you the same.”

“Any more gorgeous?” he laughed.

“Oh shush. You’re a good looking man and you know it. Haven’t you heard? Women find scars dashing.” She shifted, rubbing her pelvis against his. His position had pressed his rigid arousal against her vagina and she wanted him now. Geez, she was slick enough he certainly couldn’t miss it as she undulated. Could he? “And…” she breathed. “I, um, think I’ve adequately recovered from yesterday, Dr. Jamie. Do you think maybe you could make love to me…make me scream?”

He regarded her for a long moment, and she wondered if he was trying to see inside her head. “Scream?” he finally replied. “We might wake up the others.”

“They can watch if they’d like.” She shrugged, her folds immediately wetter at the prospect. Where had this part of her been hiding all her life? She’d never imagined being with more than one man or having sex with anyone she barely knew or letting someone watch her.

“Mmm, but I want you all to myself this morning.”

“Then have me. Just please, please fuck me.” Heat rushed into her face and she looked away.
Where
had this woman
come
from?

Jamie kissed along her jaw to her ear as she trembled beneath him. “You blush so nicely,” he teased. “Don’t be embarrassed. I like that you want me. I like that you want me more than anyone else.”

“You can tell?”

“I can tell. So can they. Patrick’s rather pleased. Fancies himself quite the matchmaker.” He nipped at her shoulder then his mouth travelled over her collarbone and down to her breast. His tongue lashed across her nipple, drawing a long moan. Heat flooded through her, and she arched into his mouth, wanting more pressure, wanting him to draw her deep. Sweet tension knotted inside her as her nipples drew tight, the areolas crinkling from the warmth of his tongue and the cool of the room.

She ran her hands over his back as she shifted restlessly beneath him. He was having nothing of it. His mouth worked over her breast, nipping and pulling at the tip until she was crying out mindlessly.

“You’re so sensitive,” he murmured, moving to the other nipple. “I bet I could make you come just by doing this to your breasts.”

His tongue traced the tan circle of skin and occasionally flicked out to swipe over the tip. He twisted the bud he’d just left, drawing out a needy gasp. Lava seemed to burn through her. It pooled in her cunt, waiting to incinerate them both. His teeth caught the peak he worked, and she shattered, screaming his name.

Then he was there, driving forcefully into her, parting the folds that clenched from the cataclysm he’d wrought on her. He didn’t allow a moment’s reprieve as he pistoned in and out of her. Her body clutched at him, and she tumbled headlong into a second more powerful orgasm.

“Jamie!” she screamed. Her pussy turned to liquid around him. She clung to him, her head thrown back on the pillow, and her eyes squeezed shut. One leg curled over his hip as the other locked around his leg. His hand grabbed her thigh while he propped himself up with the other, his cock ever driving. He pressed his face to her neck.

Clinging together, they rocketed up another precipice.

“God, Rayna, you’re so tight around me.”

“Fuck me harder, Jamie. I want to feel you in me all day.”

He moved fast and hard. She met him shove for shove. A strange desperation propelled her. A need for him. A need to show him how special, how arousing, how perfect she found him.

With a deep groan, Jamie stiffened over her and his groin thrust forward one last time, pushing deep as he empty himself.

“Sweetness,” he gasped, panting unevenly.

“Mmm…” she mumbled, still caught in the overwhelming sensations of his loving. She hugged him, her cheek to his. Nothing—no one—was like this. Jamie could plug into her soul and give her everything she needed. This was supposed to be one week with no strings. Even with the talk of connection to Jamie, she was still supposed to leave in a few days. How would she be able to do it?

These last days, belonging to the O’Keefes… She’d never fit in so easily. She’d never felt so needed. Or desired. Even by Antonio, but he didn’t
desire
her. He wanted to own and subjugate her. She was a thing to him.

“You okay, love?” Jamie murmured, kissing a path along her neck. He slid over to lay beside her then cuddled her close.

There was a big difference between belonging and being owned, she decided as the warm glow of his caring blanketed her. She liked belonging to the O’Keefes—especially to Jamie. Staying here had been the right decision, but it was a decision that would alter the rest of her life. Nothing else would come close. She’d never forget Daly, Wyoming or the special men she’d met here.

* * * *

“Look at this.”

Sandwiched between David and Jamie in a booth at Leena’s, Rayna looked at the ad Patrick indicated while they waited for their lunches. Jamie’s arm lay behind her shoulders, a casual sign of possession. Still, David played his fingers along her thigh, rousing her rarely dormant desire for these men. She might spend most of her time with Jamie and be emotionally connected to him, but the other three men continued to send her pulse racing—something Jamie didn’t seem to mind.

“Mail order brides? Seriously?” she asked Patrick.

“Might be a way to get women out here,” he said.

Beside him, Sean snorted. “Right and how are you going to introduce the ménage and sharing ideas to the lucky girl?”

Patrick pulled the paper back in front of him and lifted it to peruse the page again. “This isn’t one of those pay for a bride from Romania kind of things. It’s like a dating service. American girls. They come here, check you out, decide if they want to stay—”