You Only Love Twice (Masters and Mercenaries #8)

“And that’s another ten. I think I’ll spank the pessimism out of you.” He licked along the shell of her ear while he cupped her breasts. “You’re my girl. I simply haven’t shown you what that means yet. I meant what I said. I don’t care what happens, I won’t leave you alone again. You gave yourself to me last night. I won’t let you take it back because you got a little afraid.”


She gave in. She was so weak when it came to Jesse. It was wrong, but she couldn’t fight while his arms were around her, his hands on her breasts. But she had to make one thing clear. “You can’t expect me to sit in your lap in front of my brother.”

His fingers found her nipples. They were already hard and wanting, and he gave them a nasty twist that seemed to go straight to her pussy. “You will sit in my lap. You’ll do it because it pleases me to have you close. I’ve already had a talk with your brother about keeping his nose out of our relationship. If it helps, I have his blessing.”

She tried to turn around. “You talked to my brother about this?”

He tightened his hold. “I talked to your brother about the fact that I’m taking control of our relationship.”

“You can’t do that. You can’t walk in and tell me what to do.”

“Tell me you don’t want me.”

“I can’t. You’ll spank me for lying.”

“See. It’s already working. And you like spanking.” His hands gentled again, but one of them disappeared under her shirt and found her warm flesh.

She couldn’t help but sigh and lean back against him. Somehow when he talked to her like this, it was easier to let go, to give over to what he wanted—to what she wanted. “I know I shouldn’t. What if I cry again? I probably will. I can’t help it. I’m still in love with him. I don’t want to hurt you. If it doesn’t work, I’ll hurt you again.”

“I’m willing to take that chance, and I told you what would happen if you cry. I’ll hold you and then I’ll make love to you all over again. I’m going to prove to you we can work.” He pressed her against the concrete wall. It came to her waist, leaving her torso in full view of all of Dallas. “Do you know what I didn’t tell your brother?”

“So many things, I hope.” She didn’t like to think about what that conversation had been like. Probably very masculine chest thumping and much discussion about how Ten would kill Jesse if he hurt Phoebe and how Jesse would kill Ten if he didn’t stay out of their business.

“I didn’t tell him how dirty you are, baby. How gorgeously filthy you like it. I didn’t tell him that you like being watched.” His erection pressed against her backside. “I didn’t tell him I haven’t played with your ass yet, and that I’m going to. I’m going to get my cock in that tight little ass of yours and I’m never going to want to leave. You’re going to be so tight. That little asshole of yours is going to fight me at first, but I’ll win it over. When I’m done, you’ll beg me to fuck your ass hard and long. You’ll want me to do it on a stage in front of everyone. They’ll know who you belong to. They’ll watch you writhe on my dick.”

“Thank you for not telling him that, Jesse. Really. I’m so glad you didn’t.” A shaky laugh bubbled up. Ten wouldn’t understand the lifestyle. Ten didn’t play. Hell, from what she could tell, he didn’t date much. He slept with women, but she couldn’t see him ever giving anyone the type of intimacy Jesse was offering her.

“I didn’t tell Ten, but I think Jake knows.” He pulled up her shirt and ran one hand up to her breast, cupping it over the satin of her bra. His other hand dipped past the waistband of her slacks, inching ever closer to her pussy.

Oh, god. Jake Dean was in that truck. He was the one watching. He would have a set of binoculars and he would notice everything going on. He could be watching her right that minute. She had no designs on Jake Dean. None. She couldn’t handle the man she did have, much less have any interest in someone else’s, but the thought of him watching her, watching what Jesse could do to her got her all hot and bothered again.

When had she become such a pervert? She’d always been so staid.

“You like that he could be watching,” Jesse whispered as his fingers found her clit. His other hand tugged gently on her nipple. It wasn’t hard to pretend it was his mouth there. “Make a deal with me, Phoebe.”

She couldn’t think, much less bargain. Her body was completely his to command, and lust made her thinking hazy. Still, the words came as if he was a magician who could call them out. “What kind of deal?”

“Play with me. Be with me. No more running away. Give me until the end of this operation to show you that we can work.” He kissed the back of her neck as he started to work her clit. The man knew exactly where to touch her. Though he stood behind her, she couldn’t help but feel surrounded by him. It was like there wasn’t an inch of her flesh that wasn’t aware of him.

“I don’t know if I can.”