He settled above her, looking down with fierce eyes. “Did he hurt you, Jaz?”

She swallowed at the concern in his voice. “It was my first time. Carmen said if he had known, he could have made it better for me.”

“I’ll take care of you, baby,” he murmured, his words a promise that brushed across her skin, a caress she felt to her soul.

He lowered his dark head to kiss her belly. His hands inched up from their grip on her hips. He inserted his fingers under the band of her T-shirt and pulled, the soft material rubbing across her taut nipples.

He emitted a sound of male satisfaction when her br**sts bobbed free of the shirt. He yanked it the rest of the way over her head and tossed it to the floor.

For a long moment, he cradled her there in his arms just looking at her. He nudged her legs open and settled his big body between them, his head positioned at her ribcage.

He pressed soft, tender kisses to her belly and up and down the ridge of her ribs. She shivered as his tongue lapped at the underswell of her breast. It moved closer to her nipple until finally, the bud balanced on the end of his tongue. He let it rest there for a moment before sucking it strongly between his teeth.

She arched into him with a cry.

He continued to suck with rhythmic motions as he reached down to tug at her panties. She elevated her h*ps in an effort to help him.

He released her nipple for a moment as he pulled the underwear free of her legs. She couldn’t help the sigh of disappointment.

He chuckled and glanced back up at her, his eyes fiery with desire. “Don’t worry, baby. I’m not going anywhere. I plan to give you everything you could possibly want and more.”

Her pu**y clenched as his words sent lust blazing through her core. “I want you,” she said simply.

“You’ll have me.”

Their gazes met, and she saw promise in his eyes. Determination. Did this mean he was okay with all she’d told him? For now, she didn’t want to dwell on it. What she wanted most was to be in his arms, his body over hers, him driving into her, making her his. God, she wanted to be his. She’d spent so long dreaming about this moment.

She reached for him, wanting him, all of him. He went willingly into her arms, and she held him close as his muscled body covered hers.

He kissed her neck and nibbled at the sensitive skin. He nipped at her ears, sucked at the lobes, alternating between the two.

She could feel his hardness cradled between her legs, her pu**y cupping him. She wasn’t afraid. She hadn’t been afraid of Seth, just unprepared. She widened her legs and curled them around his body, wanting him inside her.

“No baby, not yet,” he murmured in her ear. “You’re not ready.”

She moaned. “Yes, I am.”

He chuckled again. “No, you’re not. But you will be before I’m through.”

He began to slide down her body, slowly, showering kisses as he made his way down. He stopped at her br**sts and gave each equal attention. He lapped at the buds and sucked them until she was restless and aching with need. But he didn’t stop there.

He moved lower to her belly and traced the area around her navel. He played with her belly ring for a while before he finally pressed tiny kisses down to her pelvis.

He placed his head between her legs and kissed the insides of both thighs. With an impatient nudge, he pushed her legs further apart so that her pu**y was completely bared to him.

“Please,” she whispered.

He parted her folds with a gentle finger and then pressed his tongue to her opening. Her h*ps convulsed as tiny spasms radiated from her pelvis.

He licked upward, and she jumped again when the tip of his tongue slid across her clit. He lapped repeatedly, working the quivering button into a firestorm of sensation. He swirled around and over then sucked it into his mouth to tease her some more.

“I’ve dreamed of tasting you again. You’re like an addiction. After that first time, I could think of nothing else. I can’t wait to feel that sweet heat surrounding my dick, can’t wait to lose myself in you, baby.”

She closed her eyes as his words enveloped her like a safety net protecting her from the rest of the world. Nothing could hurt her here, in his arms.

He slid a finger inside her. “You’re so small. I don’t want to hurt you, but God, I can’t wait to be inside you.”

“Don’t make me wait any longer.” She reached for him, wanting him close, wanting him a part of her.

He moved up her body and settled between her legs, one hand gently spreading her in preparation. He found her entrance and eased inside, the broad head stretching the delicate tissues.

His fingers moved upward to stroke at her cl*tas he eased further in. She gripped him tighter and wrapped her legs around his waist, locking him against her.

“You’re not hurting me,” she whispered. “You feel magnificent.”

He let out a tortured groan and stilled for a moment. He worked his hand free and placed both arms on the mattress on either side of her head.

As he rocked forward, she let out a gasp of pleasure as he slid all the way into her body. He lowered his head to hers and kissed her lips as he began moving in and out.

“I love you, Jaz.”

Slowly, so tenderly, with such exquisite care, he thrust between her legs. Each stroke was measured, and she felt each one to her very soul.

A delicious coil of tension began wrapping in her pussy, spreading to her belly. Tighter and tighter until she feared bursting. It was a slow climb to something fantastic, nothing like the quick orgasms of the past. Each time she thought she’d surely fall over the edge, she merely climbed higher, and the tension grew until she writhed in Zane’s arms, helpless against the pleasure he was giving her.

“Come for me, baby,” he whispered. “I want to watch you come in my arms, feel you tighten around me.”

She shuddered as another tiny spasm sent her higher. She closed her eyes, but he kissed her lids. “Open them. I want to see you,” he said.

Her eyes flashed open just as her orgasm broke and flooded around her. Her mouth fell open as a soundless cry emerged. She wanted to scream, but couldn’t. “Oh God,” she gasped.

“That’s it. Let go. I’ve got you.”

Her pu**y throbbed and pulsed. She tightened her legs around his waist and gripped his shoulders, her fingers digging into his muscles.

He picked up his pace and thrust more forcefully into her, as if recognizing it was what she needed.

The room blurred and Zane went out of focus. She could hear the slap of his thighs meeting her flesh. She could feel him deep inside her, a connection she never imagined she could feel so intensely.

He murmured his love for her. She held him as she came down from the clouds. Her body finally relaxed and she melted into the bed.

Still, she could feel him thrusting, now more gently. Then he stiffened over her, and he gripped her just as tightly as she held him.

“I want to watch you,” she whispered, echoing his earlier desire.

His gaze found hers, and she could see the strain on his face, the sheer ecstasy in his eyes. Sweat beaded his forehead. His jaw clenched. His eyes seemed to explode in a myriad of emotions just as his body did the same.

He collapsed around her, his chest heaving as he tried to catch up. He buried his face in the curve of her neck and peppered tiny kisses to her skin.

After several long seconds, he propped himself on his arms and lifted himself off her just a bit. He stared down at her, lazy contentment shining in his eyes. His fingers trailed down her cheek and tucked loose strands of her hair behind her ears. Uncertainty flickered across his face as he studied her.

“Did I hurt you?”

She shook her head and reached up to touch his jaw. “It was wonderful,” she said, emotion knotting her throat.

He rolled to the side and cradled her in his arms. She snuggled into his chest and sighed with contentment. Things were almost perfect. They would be if she knew where she stood with Seth.

Zane must have sense the change in her, because he pulled away and looked down at her. “What’s wrong?”

Instead of simply saying she’d been thinking of Seth, she turned to the other concern weighing on her.

“Are you upset that I slept with Seth? Most people would look at a situation like this and think I was a royal tramp.”

He frowned. “I don’t give a shit what other people think, Jaz.”

He blew out his breath and rolled to his back to stare up at the ceiling. She rose up on her elbow so she could look at him.

“You didn’t answer the question.”

He reached out with his hand to caress her back, his hand sliding up and down her spine. His fingers caught her hair, and he played with the ends.

“I’m being honest here, Jaz. I’m not entirely sure how I feel yet. What you suggest…well, it’s a little hard to swallow. On some level, I’m not surprised that you have feelings for both of us. I can understand how and why. I mean the three of us have lived together and been through good times and bad over the last six years. But the other part of me…that part of me is relieved to know that you love me and want to be with me. I don’t want to imagine my life without you. I think if I have that reassurance I can come to terms with the idea that I might have to share…you…with my brother.”

He looked strangely vulnerable, as if he was worried his confession would somehow lessen him in her eyes. She leaned forward, her heart in her throat. She laid her head on his chest and wrapped her arms around his neck, hugging him as tight as she could.

“I love you,” she whispered fiercely. “I’ve always loved you.”

He stroked her back and kissed the top of her head. “I love you, too, Jaz. I’m so glad you’re home.”

“Make love to me again. I’ve waited so long for you.”

His hands tightened on her. “We didn’t use protection, Jaz. I’m not worried about disease and shit, but I don’t want to get you pregnant. Not yet.”

She smiled and rose up to look at him. “I’m taking birth control.”

His eyes reflected relief. “Don’t get me wrong, Jaz. The idea of your belly swelling with my baby…that’s some seriously heady stuff, but you’re too young, and we’ve got too much to work out without adding to it.”

Her stomach turned over, and she wanted to burst with the joy she felt.

“You don’t think you’re too old for me anymore?” she asked mischievously.

“Old? Hell, I’m only six years older than you. That doesn’t make me ancient, I hope.”

She leaned down to kiss him. “It makes you perfect.”

Chapter Eighteen

Seth let himself in the dark house and closed the door behind him. He was careful not to wake anyone as he climbed the stairs toward his room.

He stopped by Zane’s room, intending to talk to his brother, but he found it empty, the bed not yet slept in. He frowned as he turned to stare in the direction of Jasmine’s closed door.

He shook his head at his paranoia. He’d been wrong before about Zane’s involvement with Jasmine. Yet, he found himself walking down the hall, pausing outside her room.

Quietly and carefully, he turned the knob, not wanting to wake her up if she was asleep. He cracked the door and saw soft light from a bedside lamp. He pushed an inch more and froze when he saw Zane’s na**d body between Jasmine’s legs. He was arching into her, and Seth could hear her soft moans of pleasure.

He should turn away, but he was riveted by the scene. He felt like a seedy voyeur. Actually, he felt a lot of things. Anger, betrayal, and arousal.

To his never-ending shame, what he really wanted to do was join them. Slide his c**k into her luscious mouth while Zane took her from behind.

He closed his eyes against the erotic image of Jasmine between them. A place he’d sworn she’d never be. Not her. Never her. She wasn’t a cheap plaything for his and Zane’s amusement.

His fingers tight around the knob, he backed away from the alluring sight before him. He shut the door, careful not to make a sound. As he started back down the hall, he cursed the fact that, for all practical purposes, he’d become a peeping Tom in his own home.

As soon as he entered his bedroom, he let the anger that had crept over him take firmer hold. How could she have crawled from his bed to his brother’s? She’d been a virgin, and yet she was acting little better than a whore.

He cringed even as the word crossed his mind. Jasmine was no whore. He had no right to judge her. But the fact remained that she’d gone straight from his bed to Zane’s. What game was she playing?

Or maybe he’d hurt her so much that she’d found solace in a more willing partner. He’d acted badly, ignored her then taken her rough and hard, no way for him to ever treat her. In that light he certainly couldn’t blame her for seeking tenderness elsewhere.

His head ached, but his thoughts returned repeatedly to what he knew was taking place just down the hall. How could he sleep when Zane was making Jasmine his a room away?

With an irritated growl, he yanked his door open and headed back downstairs. He should have done what he’d originally planned and just gotten a hotel in town. Then he would have never come home to see Zane between Jasmine’s legs and in her arms. A place that, if he would admit it, he very much wanted to be.

* * *

Before she’d drifted off to sleep the night before, Jasmine had been afraid that when she woke the next morning, Zane would be gone. But his arms were wound tightly around her, and her nose was pressed to his hard chest.

She lay there for several minutes soaking it in. It was almost too much to comprehend. What she’d wanted for so long, had ached for the last six years, was finally hers.