combined on his face, rolled through the taut, lean muscles rippling across his chest and
shoulders.
No, it was an act. All for revenge. She wouldn’t worry if he actually hurt. As Brandon
said, Jack hardly cared whether he’d hurt her.
“Swamp, you son of a bitch. There’s your safe word. Don’t touch me again.”
Her rebuff slashed pain across Jack’s face, and he turned on Brandon.
“You’re not exactly Mr. Clean here,” Jack growled at her brother. “You’re the one who
seduced Kayla while I was married to her, made her believe you loved her—”
“So you seduced me in return?” Morgan shouted at Jack. “Pushed me to change my
perception of myself and my sexuality. You made me believe you loved me, that I loved
you, too. I said it to you while...” She gasped as the awful truth washed through her
blood in an icy rush. “That must have been the ultimate revenge, having me tell you that
I loved you during sex, just like Kayla said to Brandon. Did you know it would work out
that perfectly, or just hope?”
“Cher, it was nothing like that. I swear. Honest. I—”
“Dear God! Did you do to Morgan what you did to Kayla?” Brandon broke in, his
voice booming with incredulity. “Did you mess with her head and try to turn her into
some submissive robot?”
“Does she seem like a robot to you?”
“Kayla couldn’t handle what you wanted from a woman, and after you, she was afraid
of every man. I no sooner had her, than she left me.” Wearing a furious, incredulous
scowl, Brandon grabbed Jack by the arm. “Have you done the same thing to Morgan, you
bastard?”
“No!” Jack insisted. “Morgan is wired for what I need in a woman. She is my woman.
I awakened her, which is more than you can say. I gave her everything her body yearned
for, even a ménage when the thought of it twisted my guts in two, all because I wanted
her happiness. What did you do besides ignore her sexuality, then leave her when some
sick stalker followed her, masturbated on her bed, then shot at her in public? Yeah, that’s
love for you.”
“He shot at you, sweetheart?” Concern transformed Brandon’s angry face. He
dropped his gun to his side.
“Put that away,” she whispered, nodding toward the firearm.
With a reluctant sigh, one that communicated just how pissed he was, Brandon
tucked his gun in the waistband of his slacks at the small of his back and turned to her.
When he tried to cup his hand around her shoulder, Jack snarled, “Don’t touch her!”
Then he jumped in and hit Brandon with a right cross to the chin. Brandon’s head
snapped back, and he came up rubbing his chin with one hand and forming a fist with
the other.
Jack blocked Brandon’s incoming punch. “I let you take Kayla from me. I didn’t love
her, and we all knew it. But you’ll have to kill me before I let you take Morgan from me. I
love her. I’ll always love her.” Jack turned to her then, his penitent frown ripe with a plea.
“If you’ll let me explain and apologize. You can’t marry him.”
“She’s not marrying any of you!” screeched a half-wild voice from the open doorway.
Brandon turned and Jack leaned around her brother for a look at their new visitor, but
Morgan didn’t have to see to know who’d just arrived. She knew that voice.
“Andrew? What are you doing here?” She leaned into his line of vision, still clutching
the sheet over her bare body.
Her blood turned to ice when she saw menace mutating his cultured face into a snarl
and the threat in his stance as he blocked the door. Fury vibrated off him, zinging around
the room like its own lethal force. Adrenaline and anger crashed through Andrew,
judging from the way he twitched as he held a gun in his hands—a gun he pointed right
at her.
Morgan gasped, her mind racing to comprehend this turn of events.
“Someone has to stop you.” Andrew stared at her as if he barely knew her, taking in
Deke and Jack, both shirtless and disheveled a few feet away…and drawing some
accurate conclusions. “You fucked two men? I knew you were a whore, but this is even
beyond what I believed you capable of. I can’t believe I nearly married you. You dating
Senator Ross’s son infuriated me enough.” Andrew tossed his unusually unkempt salt-
and-pepper hair as he nodded at Brandon. “You visited him, agreed to marry him. You
slept with him. And now you’ve taken up with yet another man. Your bodyguard, right?
Did you ask him to dominate you, too?”
Andrew’s sneer hung in the air, its hostility stinging her like a harsh slap to the face.