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  Kyle and I look at each other then back at him, waiting patiently for his explanation.

  “I love her, okay? Is that good enough for you?” he says at last.

  “Adam,” Kyle begins, obviously not satisfied with his answer. “This is my sister you’re talking about here. We’re not asking you to declare your love for her. We want to know what your intentions are.”

  “You sleep with our sister, and all you can say is you ‘love her okay’? No. It’s not okay.”

  “I-I-I” he stutters. We stand back, cross our arms over our chests and wait when the realization hits him. “Okay, I get it. You guys are fucking with me, aren’t you?”

  “No, we aren’t fucking with you,” I mock. “Listen, Nicole’s a good girl and deserves the best. She’s been used and tossed aside before, and we won’t see it happen again,” I elaborate. I look at Kyle as he nods in agreement with me.

  “She’s a giving and loving woman, Adam,” Kyle adds. “She’ll give and give to you until she has nothing left because that’s the way she loves. We can tell she’s falling for you if she hasn’t already. So help me God, if you hurt her, use her, or cause her any pain whatsoever, your body won’t be found. You can trust us on that.” I know for a fact that he means every word of it.

  “Look, I know how special she is. I know how much she can give. I also know that she loves me. I can only tell you that I return her love with everything in me. I don’t care that she’s a Rowe. I only care that she’s happy—and I do make her happy.”

  After my brother and I say our peace, Adam glares at Kyle and folds his arms over his chest, mocking our stance.

  “Now, Kyle, let’s turn the fucking tables, shall we?” Adam takes three steps to close the distance between them. There are three inches Adam has over Kyle which forces my brother to look up into a pair of glaring eyes.

  “What are your intentions with my sister?” he begins, intimidating my brother. “Do you know she has a sensitive soul? Do you know she’ll give you anything you ask of her? What are you asking of her, Kyle?”

  Chapter 19

  ~April~

  Since Jason isn’t answering his cell phone, Sue calls mine, looking for him. I take my phone to the backyard, only to find him, Adam and Kyle in a heated conversation. “Sue? Jason will have to call you back.” When I hear Adam stammer, I hide behind a large bush and listen. The brothers are interrogating the boyfriend of their beloved sister! I love their protectiveness.

  I cover my mouth to keep from bursting out laughing at Adam’s bravado because now that I know the brothers can take him down with the Sector training they’ve had, he doesn’t stand a chance.

  Kyle and Jason look at each other, barely able to contain themselves when Adam issues his own threat. After Adam says his peace he glares at Kyle and folds his arms over his chest, mocking their stance. When he demands to know Kyle’s intentions with Emily, I can’t take anymore and let them know I’m there.

  “Jason,” I call out as I step out from behind the bush. He turns in my direction, and I glance at Adam as he continues his interrogation of Kyle. “Sue called me on my phone saying it’s urgent. She said she’s been trying to reach you?” I hand Jason my phone while trying to eavesdrop on the other two. Jason calls the office, keeping an eye on Adam and Kyle.

  “Sue, it’s Jason,” he says, placing the call on speaker so I can listen in.

  “Jason, I’m sorry to bother you while you’re away, but the engineer wants to Skype with you and the United representative in thirty minutes. I told them you’d be available and emailed you the phone number to dial in. It sounds important.”

  “Thanks, Sue.” After hanging up, he hands the phone back to me.

  “I’ll set up the call in the study. It shouldn’t take long,” he explains, looking down at my mouth.

  “You need to quit staring at me like that,” I say, tucking myself under his arm.

  “I can’t help it,” he mutters, tugging my hair at the nape of my neck. “Kiss me.”

  ~.~

  Thirty minutes later, I sneak into his study to find him in front of his webcam, Skyping with his engineer and the United representative.

  “If it passes, a test flight can be scheduled,” a male voice says.

  “This is good news indeed,” Jason replies, looking up me as I quietly shut the door. I seductively look over my shoulder as I lock it.

  “When was the engine tested?” He continues to face the monitor but keeps his eyes on me.

  I slowly unbutton my blouse, lower it over my shoulders and drop it on the floor. Swaying my hips seductively while I approach the front of his desk, I can’t help but notice how he stammers, seemingly forgetting his next question.

  “Um …”

  I giggle at his incoherency as I reach behind me to unclasp my bra. Dropping it to the ground, exposing my breasts to him, I cup them in my hands. Seductively licking my lips, I roll my hardened nipples between my fingertips.

  “Where will the test take place?” he asks, his eyes focused on my busy hands. Even I know the answer to this question having heard it when I entered the study.

  Slowly unzipping my shorts, I shimmy them down my legs, kicking them toward his desk. Naked except for my panties, I grin at him as he shifts uncomfortably in his seat.

  “The engine will be tested here on Tuesday, but Jason, you know this.” The other party on the Skype call sounds impatient with Jason’s lack of attention.

  Taunting him with a striptease, I run my thumbs along the lace of my thong panties. Knowing he likes my ass, I turn around so he can watch. Glancing at him over my shoulder, I lower the material over my hips, slowly exposing the thin strip of lace from its hiding place. I believe I can see a bead of sweat form on his brow.

  “You’re right. I’m just so … excited. Excited that it’s finally happening,” he confesses to the camera.

  Happy that United Technologies and SpiritCAD are talking amongst themselves, his eyes peer over his laptop. I lay out on the sofa, bending my left leg at the knee and resting my other foot on the floor, opening myself to him. While I massage my breasts again, I pinch and pull on my nipples as he does.

  I run my tongue elaborately over my bottom lip, and pull it into my mouth, biting down on it.

  “Jason?” a voice calls out to him from the computer.

  “Um, yes?” he answers in a raspy voice, his eyes still on me.

  It’s time to up the ante.

  Using both my hands, I place them between my legs and touch myself. Feeling the intense pleasure, my back arches off the cushions and I turn and lock eyes with him when I feel the pressure build in the pit of my stomach.

  My eyes go wide and smile when I hear the zipper of his jeans. Looking under the glass top of his desk, he dips his hand inside his pants, pulling his cock out for me to see. My hips automatically thrust upward to meet the movement of his hand as he strokes himself.

  “Jason, are you listening?” a voice calls to him from the computer.

  “I’ll call you back,” he says, closing his computer then we hear Skype logging off. He stays where he is and leans back in his chair, pushing his pants over his hips and past his knees. I love seeing him touch himself, his fist stroking tightly.

  “Come here.” His fingers circle the rim of the swollen head. I rise from the sofa and saunter across the room to stand in front of him.

  “Turn around.” I turn, giving him a perfect view of my ass. After he pushes my legs apart, he has me straddle him. My head falls backward as he slips his long fingers between my legs, burying them deep inside me. Feeling my body quiver at his touch, he then takes a firm hold of my hips.

  “Sit,” he whispers, guiding me down onto his cock. There’s nothing more exciting than watching him disappear inside me.

  “Motherfuck,” he chants as I grind my hips back and forth over him. Changing position, he pushes on my back so that my chest is lying over his desk. When his chair moves, I feel his warm mouth cover me, and I nearly faint in
pleasure. The magic he performs with his tongue is instantaneous and all-consuming. When I feel my orgasm slowly creep into the pit of my stomach, he stops.

  “Jason,” I beg, barely able to say a coherent word.

  “Spread your legs wider,” he demands before slipping his fingers inside me again. I do as he asks and my feet are so far apart, I can barely move my hips. Looking over my shoulder, he lifts the lever on the side of the chair, causing it to rise and when he rolls the chair forward between my legs, I feel his cock at my entrance again.

  “Hold on tight, baby,” he instructs brusquely. From his chair, he thrusts his hips upward to fuck me where I stand. Holding my hips in place, he pushes inside me, sending waves of pleasure through me.

  “Oh, god, Jason,” I cry out, holding on to the edge of the desk while he pummels me.

  “Don’t come.” His voice is strained.

  My forehead digs into the desktop. “I need to come.”

  He pulls me back onto his lap, laying my back flush against his chest and, with his cock still buried inside me, he pulls my thighs over the armrests of his chair, exposing me completely. While he thrusts into me, he takes my hand and uses my fingers to massage my already sensitive clitoris.

  “I need to come, baby,” I say against his cheek. As he wildly fucks me, he weaves his fingers with mine, and we touch where we are joined.

  “Not yet,” he growls, feeling my impending orgasm build.

  “Please, I need,” I beg, barely holding on. “Don’t make me hold it … I can’t.”

  “Circle your hips, over my cock, baby,” he says, his breathing raspy against my ear.

  I move my hips as he says, and he gives me feather-light smacks with the tips of his fingers and I know I’m about to lose it.

  “For the love of God, Jason. I need to come,” I cry out, our hips moving violently with each other.

  “Now, baby!” he growls, biting into my shoulder.

  “Oh, thank … God,” I whimper as I ride out the storm, feeling him pushing in and out of me. My hands reach behind me and dig into his hair as wave after wave of pleasure consumes me.

  “Mother … fuck!” he growls. “Fuck … fuck … fuck,” he barks with each emptying thrust.

  Once I relax against his chest, he wraps his arms around me and holds me tight.

  “That, my sweet, was very erotic. You continually enhance our sex life, and I love you for that,” he whispers in my ear, licking and tugging my earlobe. “And now, you deserve a spanking.”

  “What? Why?” I exclaim, knowing very well why.

  “You interrupted an important conference call. Do you know how difficult it is to get all of us on a phone call at the same time, Ms. Sanders?”

  He pushes me forward over the desk again, exposing my ass for his pleasure.

  “You are a very naughty girl, aren’t you April?” he asks, grazing his hands over my ass.

  “Y … yes,” I confess, feeling his remnants drizzle down my inner thighs.

  “I told you that you would receive a spanking if you were a bad girl, didn’t I?” he continues, spreading my cheeks, running his thumb over my back entrance.

  “Yes.”

  “You want it, don’t you April?” I’m too embarrassed to answer because he figured it out.

  “Don’t you?” he repeats, smacking my left cheek lightly.

  “Y-Yes,” I squeal.

  “How many do you want, April?”

  “One?” I answer, my hips moving, following his hands, wanting him to touch me.

  Shocked, I feel him spread my cheeks apart, and his hard cock rests between them, pressing against my rear entrance. He doesn’t enter, but teases it, pushing against its resistance. I push back against him, loving how it feels already.

  “One day soon, I will take you here,” he threatens.

  When his hand makes contact with my ass, I do what the girls do when they get spankings in all the stories I read—I begin to count.

  “One,” I cry out, feeling the sweet sting on my ass.

  “Aw, fuck me, April,” he growls as his hand comes down again.

  “Two,” I count, waiting for the next one to land. I hear his strained breathing and know he’s enjoying it as much as I am.

  “Three,” I say through my teeth, clenching my ass against the erotic pain.

  “F-four.”

  “Fi-f-five,” I stammer. Not from pain, but from pure desire.

  “Now, Jason,” I say a little too loudly, needing him. And before I can finish saying his name, he’s inside me.

  “Damn, baby,” he growls, thrusting into me so hard, pressing harder against the side of the desk.

  “More!” I cry out knowing he’s already giving me his all.

  “Now!” he groans. When he thrusts one last time, he falls over my back and yells his release into the nape of my neck.

  I’ll never forget this day as the day I had my first spanking. There’s something to this kinky business.

  ~.~

  “What were you doing in there, April?” Emily asks while we get changed to go to the beach for a bonfire.

  “Yeah,” Nicole asks. “We thought he was spanking you or something.”

  When I don’t answer, they look at me, and my red cheeks give my answer away.

  “He spanked you?” Emily squeals.

  “Yes,” I answer shyly with a grin. “He said it was because I interrupted his teleconference call.”

  “Well, you sure sounded like you enjoyed it.” Nichole holds up two sweaters, trying to decide which one she wants to wear.

  When I don’t answer, they both wait for one of my tell-tale blushes.

  “April!” Emily whisper yells. “Does he do that a lot?”

  “No, it was the first time.” I don’t want to say out loud that I liked it. “And Emily, if you so much as breathe a word of this to anyone, our friendship is over.”

  “You never have to say that to me again, April. I told you that,” Emily reminds me.

  “I know, I’m sorry. I just feel I need to. It was the first time he ever did it, and you guys, it was so hot.”

  Nicole has a guilty look on her face.

  “Nicole, I’m sorry. I know it’s your brother. I should keep my mouth shut.”

  “No, it’s all right. It’s just that, um, Adam likes to do that too,” she says, looking at Emily.

  “He does?” Emily squeals and jumps on the bed, tucking her knees under her. “I never saw my brother as the spanking kind of guy. Not that I ever saw my brother sexually at all. All right, I’m shutting up now before I dig myself in deeper here,” she says, burying her face into a pillow.

  I slip into one of Jason’s cable knit sweaters. “Okay, you guys, let’s get into some warm clothes and head to the beach. I’ll get the marshmallows.” I like wearing his clothes and love the way he smells even more. It makes me feel connected to him.

  Once we arm ourselves with goodies for S’mores, we head out the back door. The guys are standing around in a circle and already have the fire going. The beach is approximately thirty yards from the house, and we can hear the lapping of the waves on the sand. When we step outside, we see three cougar-types walk up and surround our men.

  “Oh, hell the fuck no!” Nicole says when she spies a redhead touching Adam’s strong arms. Even I had a chance to touch them; they’re huge and muscular, and they belong to Nicole.

  When a brunette hits on Kyle, I glance over at Emily and see fire shoot from her eyes. But when a sultry blonde touches Jason, I cringe.

  All three of us look at each other and know what we are thinking—we want to scratch their eyes out. We hang back and watch how they handle those women and are pleased to see that they send them on their way. Jason wraps his fist around the blonde’s wrist, removes her hand from his body and points to the beach as if he’s telling her to move along. Adam jerks his body backward as if the redhead has a disease or something. Kyle folds his arms over his chest and points up at the three of us on the deck. On
ce they see us, they giggle and move on to the next group of guys further down the beach.

  Looking at Emily and Nicole, I smile in appreciation. “That’s our boys,” I say proudly.

  “I have the fixings for S’mores. Who wants one?” I call out. When everyone sits around the fire roasting their marshmallows, I set out all the ingredients allowing everyone to build their treat.

  “Thank you,” I say, handing him a chocolate square.

  “For what?” he asks, sinking his teeth into the treat.

  “For loving me.”

  Turning around, I start a S’mores smorgasbord and pass them out as the roasted marshmallows are handed to me. I’m grateful that I thought to bring hand wipes because we all end in up in one big, sticky mess.

  After stuffing ourselves, we settle around the fire and Jason opens a bottle of Zinfandel. He passes it and red plastic cups to pour it in while we enjoy the warmth of the flame.

  “Kyle, did you bring your guitar?” Nicole looks around for the instrument.

  “I did, are you ready?”

  “I am. Are you, Jason?” she asks.

  “What? Do you play too?” I murmur.

  “All of us do. My mother had dreams of making us into a sibling band, but dad had other plans,” he says, setting his glass down.

  “Let’s do a folk song,” Kyle suggests.

  “Jason likes Sister Gypsy,” Nicole suggests.

  “I like that one … it’s fun to sing.”

  Once Kyle gets his guitar out from his case, he tunes it and starts to strum the sweet folk sound of the song.

  As soon as Jason starts to sing, with Nicole singing backup, Emily, Adam and I are mesmerized.

  Looking around, a crowd begins to gather on the beach as they stop to listen to our impromptu concert, clapping to the rhythm of the guitar and lyrics.

  Jason looks at me and tilts my chin up to his face as he sings the last verse of the song.

  As if on cue, the gathered crowd applauds after the song ends.

  “That was the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard,” I whisper to him.

  “It was a folk song, April. How can that be sexy?” He chuckles against my cheek.