Christine Feehan - Conspiracy Game

“Okay, that’s just sick.” Ken frowned. “So this woman-the one I’d react to-might be locked up in Whitney’s basement as a broodmare?”

“Makes you want to meet the son of a bitch on a dark night with no one around, doesn’t it?”

Ken crossed to his brother’s side and bent close to Briony’s neck, inhaling deeply. He was acutely aware of the rising tension and Jack’s sudden stillness. He straightened slowly, winked at his brother, and backed up. “Doesn’t do a thing for me.”

“Well, next time you’re going to get personal, you might warn me.”

“Get used to it. If you’re keeping her, then she’s my sister and that child is my niece or nephew. I’m a hands-on kind of man.”

“You just like to piss me off,” Jack said.

“Well, there’s that. On the other hand, we’ll find out really fast just how much of a bastard you’re going to be to live with-with your woman around. You get out of line, and I’ll have to take you out behind the barn.”

“We don’t have a barn.”

“I told you we needed a barn, damn it,” Ken said. “You had to have a shop. It doesn’t sound the same saying I’m taking you out behind the shop.” Ken dropped his hand on his brother’s shoulder, a silent gesture of camaraderie-of solidarity. “It’s getting a little cold out here for me. I’m for bed.”

Jack watched his brother walk into the house. Ken’s shoulders were straight, his gait even and fluid, but his heart was heavy, aching with the weight of dread-of the nightmare both had always feared. The savage wounds on Ken’s body had healed, but the scars were everywhere, inside and out. Jack didn’t like contributing to his brother’s burden, but there was no help for it.

Briony stirred in his arms, shivered, and snuggled closer, her body squirming against his groin. The feeling was different than any he’d experienced. The painful, aching tightness was there, a swift response he was becoming used to, but there was more, a rush of emotion threatening to choke him. He should have felt reluctance-he did feel it, but the wakening sensations, affection, stirrings of love mixed with passion and his heightened senses were all unexpected.

He stood up, cradling her slight weight against his chest. She lifted her head, blinked, and looked around her. “I was dreaming.”

“What were you dreaming?”

“That there were two of you.”

He took her into the house, striding down the hall toward his room. “That must have been frightening. Two men to order you around.”

“Not really.” She laid her head back down on his shoulder. “I’m used to four brothers, all with loud opinions.”

She sounded amused and drowsy all at once. It wasn’t just her scent, he decided, as he laid her on the bed and stretched out beside her. She trusted him on some instinctive level. No one trusted him-not even his twin brother, not even Ken. He turned on his side to wrap his arm around her, pressing his body close to hers.

“Don’t try anything,” she warned. “I’d have to smack you around.”

“I was just going to tell you the same thing,” Jack said.

“Really?” She turned her head to look at him, amusement creeping into her dark eyes. “What are you doing in here?”

“Keeping you from sleepwalking. It’s the only way I’m going to get any sleep.”

“I don’t sleepwalk.”

“It’s safer, trust me, baby.”

It wasn’t, but she wasn’t going to get into the reasons why. She turned completely over to study his face. “What if they find us? They could hurt your brother, Jack. I didn’t think about that. I was so busy protecting my brothers, I didn’t think about yours, and I should have. I’m sorry.”

“You had no way of knowing Ken and I shared a house.”

“Yes, I did.” Her gaze slid from his, flicked up to the ceiling. “You were worried about him when you were in Kinshasa. The rebels had tortured him, worse than what they did to you, and you were upset that you didn’t get to him fast enough. I caught glimpses of your home and knew he lived close-or with you. I just should have thought about how you’d feel if something happened to him.”

“You were thinking about the baby. You didn’t want to come here,” Jack pointed out. If she was going to be honest about the things she’d glimpsed, so could he. They had to come to an understanding at some point. She wasn’t ready yet, and he didn’t blame her, but he wasn’t going to pretend with her. She’d come to him. She had to know what kind of man she was dealing with. “I intend for you to make this your home.”

“I’m going to take one day at a time. I’m too comfortable with your touch, and I don’t trust myself around you anymore.”

“Don’t worry, baby, if you try to jump me, I’ll fend you off.”

She smiled, just as he knew she would. “Don’t think it couldn’t happen.”

The smile faded slowly and she looked frightened, so much so that Jack wrapped his arm around her waist. “What is it?”

“Doesn’t that bother you? What he did to us? You don’t have to even like me as a person, Jack. All that matters is having sex together.”

He reached for her hand, held it close to his chest, rubbing her skin with his thumb. “I’ve got news for you, Briony. Most men are just fine with that.”

She yanked her hand away. “So I found out.” Hunching one shoulder, she turned on her side. “Isn’t there another bedroom where I can sleep?”

“No. You can sleep in here. I have to be able to watch over you.”

That low note of command was back in his voice, the one that grated on her nerves and implied that he was in complete control, while she was a victim of her runaway hormones.

“Do you ever ask?”

Jack didn’t know why her sarcasm made him want to smile. “No. What would be the point? You’re so tired, Briony, you don’t know what you’re doing or saying anymore. I’m not about to let anything happen to you. If you’d rather I sat in a chair all night, I will, but it won’t change how we’re both feeling.”

“You don’t know anything about my feelings.”

Exasperated, he caught her hand and forced it between his legs, over the thick bulge pulsing with heat and urgent need. “It’s not going to matter a damn whether I’m sitting six feet from you, in the next room, or lying beside you. This isn’t going to go away until I’m buried deep inside of you where I belong.” He let go of her hand, nearly shoving it away from him. “Now go to sleep before I forget all my good intentions and get a little relief.”

Again Briony surprised him. He expected tears-or anger at his rough response, but she laughed softly. “There’s some comfort in knowing I’m not the only one suffering.”

“You don’t have to. You give me the word and we’ll both be sleeping like babies.” If she said no, he might have no recourse but to head for the shower as soon as possible and relieve the terrible ache. It would be fast and cheap and unsatisfying, but hell, he was going to explode. And he had the sinking feeling the solution wouldn’t last more than the next lungful of air he drew.

“I think a little suffering is good for your soul,” Briony said.

Her voice was muffled in the pillow, but he was absolutely certain she was laughing at him. Jack contented himself with smacking her on her pretty little rounded ass, and was more than satisfied when she yelped and glared at him. He closed his eyes and tried not to think of her body naked, stretched under his while he drifted off to sleep. He hadn’t embarrassed himself since he was twelve, but tonight might start a new phase in his life. Even with his physical discomfort, there was something right about lying beside her, having her close enough to hear her breathing and touch her soft skin-just to know she was there.