“Son of a bitch.” He lifted the plug and the lubricant from the drawer slowly then turned to her.
She was watching him anxiously, her eyes wide now, flickering to the articles then back to Cade’s face.
“Turn over,” he ordered her roughly. “I want to see you take it.”
He was dying. Cade knew he would never survive the night.
“Cade.” She trembled against him. “I’m sorry. Please don’t be mad at me.”
Mad. He was furious. So agonizingly furious he could barely stand it. At both of them. Her for wanting it, and him for wanting to give it to her so damned bad.
“Roll over, Marly. Now.”
He watched her shiver as she rolled over, presenting the pretty curves of her backside.
“On your knees.” He moved behind her, watching as she moved shakily, pushing her hips into the air.
He couldn’t resist. He lowered his head, spreading the cheeks of her ass apart as he stared at the small pink hole a second before spearing his tongue into it. She cried out harshly, her hips jerking in response to the heat of his mouth, the thrust inside her. Then he went lower until he could repeat the movement into the soaking depths of her vagina.
She overflowed. Her sweet juice filled his mouth, making him drunk on her. He moved back, taking the plug and lubricant from the bed.
“How long since you used it?” He didn’t want to hurt her, but he had to see her take it. He had to see her filled with it.
“Yesterday,” she cried out as he began smearing the thick lubricant over the little hole, then placed the nozzle at her opening and squeezed. She shivered and shook. She cried out as perspiration covered her skin. Then he carefully lubed the thick device, applied the head to her small opening. He pulled the cheeks of her ass carefully apart, watching with narrow-eyed wonder as she groaned in arousal, spreading to accept it, crying out in pleasure as the thick base lodged completely inside her.
“Marly.” His hands caressed the pale globes as he stared at the flared knob that kept it from entering her further. “Marly baby. You’re killing me.”
He turned her over on her back, staring in awe at the dazed pleasure on her face, the long, hard nipples flushed and needy. He raised himself over her, his lips covering one of those hard tips as her hands clasped his head and she cried out in pleasure. His hand moved to her cunt, so wet and hot, massaging her clit as she thrust herself against him, nearly screaming as lust consumed her. Within seconds her body was shaking with her climax, surprisingly triggering his own as his erection rubbed against Lora Leigh
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her thigh. The quick ejaculation surprised him, terrified him. He had never come so fast, so hot without the grip of a tight, female body.
He jerked away from her. He stared down at her spread thighs, the end of the plug clearly visible, her lips flowered open, her slit wet and slick. His pants were stained with his release, his hands shaking with need.
“Damn. Damn you.” He felt like a monster. He was a monster. This was Marly. His Marly. And he was taking her like the common whores he had used over the years. His hands went through his hair in frustrated agony as she whispered his name. She still wanted. She still needed. Just as he did. It was killing him, this need.
“You’ve turned me into a monster, Marly,” he whispered, tortured. “Look at me, shaking to take you there, to take you anywhere. I raised you. Like my own, Marly. I raised you. This is wrong. It’s just wrong.”
He turned, stalking from her room, ignoring her cry of pain. He couldn’t stand it. He had to think, to figure out what he was doing, and how to stop it. If he could stop it. He had a terrible feeling it had just passed any limit where it could ever be halted.
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CHAPTER ELEVEN
The next afternoon was just as unsettling as the previous one had been. With Cade stalking the house and ranch yards, his dark eyes watching Marly every chance he got. He was like an animal, ready to snap. He refused to smile at her; to even talk to her. He looked at her as though he didn’t even know her. It was enough to make her want to pack up and go back to school, but Sam was certain it meant she was making headway. He just had no idea of the previous night, and she couldn’t tell him. And Cade refused to hear her when she mentioned returning. But watching Sam now, Marly was certain her idea was the best course of action. He was going to get her killed. Sam, Greg and her were going to end up stripped bare of flesh when Cade got finished with the tongue lashing he would surely inflict on them, Marly thought as she sat silently through lunch. Sam was his usual, ‘tactless’ self, acting on impulse and stirring waters better left alone. Marly had never imagined he would go so far. Especially not after yesterday’s debacle.
“Come on, Marly, surely you have a few boyfriends in college. You don’t spend all your time studying?” Sam pushed her; his eyes alight with mischief and a hidden message to lie if she had to. She knew that look. Sam was more than pissed with Cade. He was out for revenge.
Marly fought her grin, ignoring Cade’s brooding looks from the head of the table. She aimed him a look from beneath her lashes. Sam had spent hours teaching her how to do that in the mirror that morning. They had both decided to fight Cade’s fire with more of their own.
At first, Marly had been hesitant. Cade was enraged already, stomping around the house like a mad man. But upon reflection, and Sam’s insights into the stupidity of a male mind, she had reluctantly agreed to go along with him. She shrugged slowly, shaking her head. There really weren’t any boyfriends. Cade gave Greg an evil glare when she didn’t answer. Marly almost laughed out loud as Greg paled. He was terrified of Cade. They would all be lucky if he didn’t give the game up out of fear.
“You remember that one little creep you were so hot for a few years back?” Sam asked her with a frown.
Marly’s eyes widened as she almost choked on her food. There wasn’t anyone she was hot for. What was Sam doing now? She shook her head desperately to convince him to stop now.
“Yeah you do.” He leaned forward intently, frowning at her action. “What was his name? Let me think—“ He narrowed his eyes intently. “Dillon wasn’t it? Dillon Carlyle? I thought it was him when I was talking to him yesterday.”
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Oh Lord, no! Not Dillon. He was Madison County’s most revered playboy, even to this day. Marly didn’t choke on her food this time, but Cade seemed to wheeze as he gave her a furious glare.
“Damn good thing she didn’t tell me about it,” his voice was low and angry, his eyes hard as he glanced at her.
Sam seemed surprised.
“Damn, Cade. I told him he could come over tonight. He mentioned wanting to see her in town yesterday, so I told him to come on around.” Sam was frowning, distressed. Who knew he and Dillon were such pals? “Besides, I think Marly needs a break from you. See what it’s like to be treated right by someone who knows what a woman is.”
Cade laid his fork carefully on his plate as his gaze rose to meet Sam’s. The need for violence pulsed in the air around him. Thankfully, he chose to ignore the last remark.
“Are you crazy?” he asked him carefully. “Dillon is not fit company for Marly.”
“Dillon’s damned near as rich as you.” Sam began to tick off the man’s qualities on the fingers of one hand.
“Not even close,” Cade bit out.
“He’s looking for a wife, and he would make a good husband.” Point two.
“He’s a hound dog that wouldn’t know fidelity if it bit his ass,” Cade snarled.
“He’s well respected—“
“By the women he beds, or his business partners. No one else.” Cade was growing coldly furious.
“Who else would matter?” Sam chuckled, his male wit out of control. “Oh come one, Cade. He just wants to see her. Marly’s a big girl now. A woman. Let her decide.”
Marly watched as Cade paled when Sam said those words.
“He’s too old for her,” he sneered. “He’s older than I am.”
“Just by two years.” Sam lifted his shoulders in unconcern. “He’s mature. She doesn’t want a kid, Cade.” His eyes sliced to Greg. “No offense intended, kid.”
Greg choked on laughter or anger, Marly wasn’t certain.
“None taken,” he assured Sam tightly. Maybe it was anger, Marly thought.
“Marly?” She jumped as Cade’s voice boomed through the room. “Tell Sam to cancel it. I won’t have you going out with that pervert. It’s hard telling what diseases he’s packing with him.”
Marly opened her eyes wide; affecting what she hoped was pure amazement.
“You won’t have me?” She asked him carefully. If he would have her, they wouldn’t be having this problem. “Cade, you’re forgetting, I decide who I go out with and who I don’t. And since you obviously want to treat me like a child, I think it would be nice to be treated as a woman instead.”
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frantically. Marly appeared calm, but her stomach was in violent protest. Brock was sitting back in his chair watching it all as though it were some strange movie he had to figure out the plot to.
“Dillon Carlyle’s out of your league, Marly,” he bit out.
“Out of my league?” she asked him curiously. “I was unaware I was in one, or that you would know what it was if I were.”
Ouch. Cade’s brows drew together sharply, the muscle in his jaw flexing in fury as he watched her.
“So, it’s okay if he shows up?” Sam asked Marly as though Cade weren’t even there. “He seemed really interested in seeing you.”
“I think it would be fun.” She smiled merrily though she could still feel Cade watching her, a thick cloud of fury hovering over her. “When’s he supposed to be here?”
“Tonight.” Sam leaned back in his chair with a grin. “Better wear jeans though, I think he’s bringing that new Harley he bought. He’s a grinning fool over that machine.”
Cade rose suddenly from the table and stalked from the room. Sam smiled in contentment as he heard the door to Cade’s study slam shut with a vicious sound.
“Act one completed,” he breathed in satisfaction. “If I were you, I’d stalk right in there and ask him what the hell his problem is.”
Marly widened her eyes in complete amazement.
“Are you crazy, Sam? He’s completely furious. You know what he would do,” she told him as adrenaline surged through her at the thought.
“Aw, he won’t hurt you, Marly.” Sam shook his head. “He’s not pissed enough to yell at you yet. He’s mad at me. He thinks you’re an innocent bystander.” Sam laughed at this. “Man. He has no clue.”
“Dangerous game the two of you are playing,” Brock suddenly spoke up quietly, reflectively. “I wouldn’t push Cade so far so fast if I were you. Especially after yesterday. Whether you two are aware of it or not, Cade’s staked his claim on her. He won’t let another man have her, and anyone else is only going to get hurt.”
Marly, Sam and Greg glanced at him in surprise.
“Only a blind man wouldn’t see what you’re up to, Marly. All of you.” He shook his head at them. “Fortunately for you, Cade is real damned blind right now. Push him too far, and when he opens his eyes, it might be more than you can handle.”
“What would you suggest?” Sam frowned angrily. “He treated her like shit, Brock.”
“Hitting him back is only going to make things worse.” Brock rose to his feet, moving carefully from the table. “Our Marly’s a beauty, and the feeling’s already there Sam. Let it come to him naturally, or someone’s going to get hurt.” Brock moved away from the table, his stride casual and easy.
“How often is he right?” Greg asked them curiously.
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Sam frowned. “I don’t know. He’s never done anything like that before.”
Brock had always left Sam and Marly to their pranks, standing back, watching with a tolerant expression when they messed up.
“Do you think he’s right?” Marly asked worriedly. “Cade was furious, Sam. Maybe someone less dangerous than Dillon would have been a good idea.”
Dillon was nearly as tall as the August boys, with dark brown hair and vivid green eyes. He was lean and muscular, and the worst flirt Marly had ever met.
“Dillon’s a pussycat.” Sam laughed. “The rumors are false for the most part. I know. Those orgies in the mountains he’s accused of have actually been fishing trips with me and the boys. I can’t tell you the times we’ve laughed over that boy and his growing reputation, and the fact he hardly does a thing to deserve it.”
Marly looked at him in surprise. “Does Cade know that?”
“Hell no. He’d ruin it all, Marly. Dillon loves his reputation. Let the boy enjoy it while he can.” Sam was utterly complacent in his part in it all. “You just get dressed up real pretty for that ride he’s gonna take you on. I promise, he won’t try anything. He knows I would kill him.”
The utter confidence in his tone was a good indication that Sam had laid out a heavy threat to the other man. Marly just wondered how he had convinced Dillon to join the game.
“So all that talk about me being able to handle him was just talk.” She grinned at his deception.
“You couldn’t handle a kitten in a wet paper bag,” he grinned. “And none of us would trust another man not to hurt you, except one of us. So it’s a damned good thing you chose Cade to go after.”
“I’d like to point out that Cade may not agree with you,” Greg said softly in concern. “What if Marly gets hurt in all this, Sam?”
Sam frowned. “No way in hell. We can’t stand to see her cry, least of all Cade. He’ll take care of her, boy. Just you wait and see. Trust me.” They all winced.
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He was going to end up killing Dillon Carlyle. Cade flung himself into his desk chair and stared across the room in growing fury. But first, he was going to kill Sam. What had possessed his normally protective brother to allow Marly within ten miles of the depraved creature Dillon was? Not that the guy didn’t have his good points, but Cade knew he would commit murder if he dared to touch Marly. His control wouldn’t be able to handle it. And damn her, she better be wearing more clothes when Dillon showed up than she was wearing now. That short dress, despite the long sleeves, was a killer. The stretchy silk clung to every curve of her body like a second skin. And her damned nipples were hard again. Didn’t she wear a bra?