Oh yeah, her husband, bastard that he was, had delighted in telling her all about his older brother’s sexual exploits. He had taken something he thought Jesse wanted. Had lied to her, tricked her, and had damned near destroyed her life with it.
“I know Thomas told you,” he said, his voice gentling, softening in a way that made her ache for him. “Did he offer to let me fuck you, Terrie? Did he tell you how I wanted to tie you down, slap that perfect ass of yours, then fuck it until you screamed? Did he tell you how many times he offered to allow me the chance?”
Shock washed through her body. Months after marrying her, Thomas had refused to touch her, refused to take her in any way. He had accomplished what he wanted. He had taken the woman Jesse had desired, and he never let an opportunity slip by that he didn’t remind her of it. Shame coursed over her as she realized he had made Jesse aware of it as well. Had Thomas also told his brother her most betraying secret? The fact that he had overheard her telling Tally how easily she would have given into him? How much she wished she had been given the chance?
“Easy,” he whispered as she trembled against him.
“What else?” she finally managed to gasp. “What else did he tell you?”
He frowned. “Was he supposed to tell me something, Terrie?”
She fought to breathe. God, this couldn’t be happening.
“Let me go.” She pushed against him harder then, too angry to be surprised when he backed up. Then she gasped in shock as he grabbed her arm and hauled her into the living room.
“Dammit, Jesse, stop manhandling me,” she ordered him, furious as he spun her around before releasing her.
“Take the shirt off,” he growled, his voice darkly dangerous.
Terrie felt her juices begin to coat her cunt lips, her breasts swelling further as his gaze flickered to them once again.
“Jesse, this has gone too far.” She restrained the urge to do exactly what he ordered. Damn it, she shouldn’t be so turned on with this dominant side of him. Her vagina shouldn’t be flaming with arousal, her body desperate to have him touch her.
His hands went to his shirt. She watched, almost whimpering as he quickly pulled it from his trousers and began to unbutton it.
“Take it off, or I’ll rip it from you. Which suits me better. When I get you in bed I want you naked, wearing nothing but my touch.”
She shuddered, moisture sliding insidiously from her vagina, thick and hot, preparing her.
“What’s gotten into you?” she whispered breathlessly as he tore the shirt from his shoulders and dropped it carelessly to the floor.
His eyes were blazing with heat now as he watched her.
“Take the shirt off, Terrie,” he rasped out heatedly. “Make me tell you again, and I promise, you won’t like the consequences.”
“Rape?” she questioned him, though she knew if he touched her, she would fall beneath him willingly.
He smiled. A slow sexy turn of his lips that had her breathing escalating.
“Would it be rape, baby?” he asked her with a slow, knowing drawl. “I don’t think it would be. I think your pussy is ready to drip down your leg you’re so turned on. I think you need it hard, fast and rough. And I’m more than ready to give it to you.”
Terrie felt the blood rush through her system. Lust, hot and addictive, was like a spicy scent in the air, steaming between them. Carnal intent filled Jesse’s expression and tightened every line and muscle in his body. Her quick glance to his crotch showed a bulge that made her mouth go dry. Hard, fast and rough. The words had her pussy clenching, drenching her with heated need. He had no idea just how much she did want it, need it, crave it. From him.
His hands reached out, and before she could stop him, he gripped the shirt, wrenching the material until buttons were flying in all directions and she was left bare before his gaze. Gasping, Terrie jerked back from him. Her eyes widened, her body flared with a heat so deep it terrified her.
“Good God.” His voice was strangled at he stared at her thighs, the bare folds of her pussy and the gold ring piercing the clit hood. “Son of a bitch, Terrie. Could anything be sexier than that ring? I can’t wait to see what it does for you when I get it in my mouth.”
Her clit pulsed, her womb clenching with such force it made her breathless, terrifying her with the strength of her arousal. Before she could change her mind she ran. Dodging around him, she sprinted through the room and up the stairs, aware that he had taken off after her.
The breath was sawing desperately through her chest as she scrambled up the steps to the dubious safety of her room. She could lock herself in, run a tub of cold water and immerse herself in it. Surely that would cool the naked lust spearing through her body.