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Her nipples beaded more tightly and he pulled on them, bringing her down until her breasts were directly

over his mouth. His tongue reached up and flicked the nipple in a way that only inflamed, not soothed, the

ache between her thighs. His fingers continued to play in her folds, grazing and stroking, building until she

was restless.

He was sucking her breasts, kneading them, until she couldn’t breathe. Her face was hot, her cheeks

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burning as he looked up at her, challenging.

“I want you to taste my cunt.”

With a smile, he reached for her hips and brought her up his chest, toward his mouth. “Let me go to

work, then.”

When Bryce brought her sex down to his mouth, she cried out at the pleasure of his tongue lashing out

over her sex.

He was wild beneath her, she was crazed atop him, panting and mewling, and trying hard not to scream

in pleasure. With her hands bound, she felt at his mercy, and it heightened her enjoyment until all she

could think about was coming.

He brought her to orgasm within moments, and Jenna found herself shaking, then crying out, as he pulled

her down and slammed into her still quivering pussy.

“God, you feel so damn good,” Bryce growled as he gripped her hips and thrust up inside her again. He

was taking her hard, stretching her wide as his fingers held tightly to her hips. “Fuck me,” he commanded,

and Jenna did, riding him hard, just like she had the first night they’d been together.

When Jenna felt the silk freed from her wrists, she shook the negligee off and captured Bryce’s face in

her hands, kissing him with all the love she had harbored in her heart.

Their tongues danced and darted, growing more frantic. His hands were everywhere on her body as she

took him deep within her. Then suddenly he flipped her onto her back, loomed over her, thrusting into

her slow, measured. Their hands were entwined above her head, their fingers lacing tightly, holding on to

each other, never wanting to let go. Bryce watched her, their gazes locked as he increased his rhythm,

possessing her with his cock as he watched her body taking him in.

“Will you let me?”

Jenna knew what he was asking. “Yes.”

He closed his eyes for the barest of seconds, then opened them. With one final stroke, he came inside

her, pouring himself in pulsating strokes until he emptied deeply inside her with a shudder. He pulled her

against him, gathered her in his arms and squeezed her so tight.

“I love the way your pussy holds on to me,” he murmured against her throat. “It’s as if your body doesn’t

want me to leave it.”

“It doesn’t.”

He looked up at her and smiled. “Mine doesn’t want to leave yours, either. Stay with me tonight, Jenna.

Stay with me forever.”

Seventeen

“Oh. My. God.”

Everyone glanced up in time to see Emily close her eyes. “This is soooooo good.”

Jenna’s gaze shot to Bryce, who was sitting beside her at the breakfast table. He was grinning like a

schoolboy bringing home a report card full of A’s.

“Thanks, Emily.”

“I love strawberries. And French toast. Put them together with cream cheese, Bryce, and I am your

servant.”

“Really, Em,” Jenna laughed. “You’ve got to get out more.”

“Have you tried it, Jen?” Emily asked. “It really is to die for. I’m bringing a piece to work for Beth. She’s

going to love it. Besides, it’s her day to do inventory of the new stock; this little treat will make it more

tolerable.”

“How go things at the Lucan Library?” Bryce asked.

Emily’s cheeks grew pink. “Okay. It has its good points and bad points, like any other job.”

“Yeah, it’s a real downer tracking down those overdue books,” Sarah teased. “Besides doling out late

fees, the highlight of Emily’s day is when Donny Whilton comes in.”

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“It is not,” Emily gasped in outrage.

“Yeah, it is,” Sarah countered. “I know you and Beth spy on him when he goes upstairs to check out the

‘lifestyle’ section,” Sarah said, using air quotes.

“Emily, you don’t,” her mother scolded, shocked at the very thought of one of her daughters doing

something so underhanded.

“Of course she does, Mom. She and Beth do it all the time. She told me his favorite is the kama sutra.

That’s probably because he can’t read—you know it has all thosepictures .”

“I told you that in confidence, Sarah.”

“Nothing is ever a secret when it’s shared over a pitcher of moji tos. You know that, Em.”

Emily glared at Sarah over the black rim of her glasses. “Just for that, I’m not saving you a copy of the

new Raven Midnight when it arrives today.”

Now it was Sarah’s turn to blush. “Em.”

“Who is Raven Midnight?” her mom asked as she wiped her hands on a tea towel. “And is that her real

name?”

“Oh, no one,” Sarah said at same time Emily let the bomb drop.

“Raven Midnight is an erotica writer. Sarah’s been devouring her dirty books as though they were

chocolate brownies.”

Dishes clattered in the sink. “I beg your pardon?”

“Emily!”

“Here, now, what’s all this noise about? It’s louder in here than the henhouse,” their father grumbled as

he breezed through the kitchen. He poured himself a cup of coffee, took a sip and grimaced. “Coffee

tastes like it’s got flavoring. Guess that’s what happens when you got a gourmet chef staying with you.”

“I made the coffee,” Sarah grumbled. “And it doesn’t have flavoring. It’s just a different type of bean.”

“Angie, where is the Taster’s Choice, for God’s sake?”

“Will you watch your temper, Wayne,” their mother scolded. “Your blood pressure—”

“My blood pressure will be fine once I get a decent cup of coffee, and none of that artsy-fartsy

fancy-beaned coffee, either. Just the regular high-test stuff that gets me going in the morning.”

Jenna couldn’t help but laugh. “See, nothing much changes around here, Bryce,” she said, smiling at her

dad. “We’re still the same old McCabes.”

“And I love every minute of it,” he whispered to her.

Jenna felt her toes curl. God, she loved him. And what was more, she loved sitting here with him in her

mom’s kitchen, her boisterous family surrounding them.

“At last,” her dad said as her mother passed him a cup of instant coffee. “You might want a cup of good

old instant, Ash—” He stopped, his mouth agape as he looked at Ashton, who had his back to the table.

“What in the hell happened to your face?”

“Nothing.”

“Nothing? Your eye is swollen shut.”

“I’ll be fine,” Ashton growled.

“Oh, wow,” Emily muttered, then nodded toward the hall. Jenna heard Sarah suck in a breath. Trey was

standing there, shirtless.

Wow was right. Who knew Trey was that stacked? And tattoos? Jenna had never figured the reserved,

refined Trey for the tattoo kind.

Jenna’s gaze, just like those of her two sisters, she knew, traveled over Trey’s form in appreciation. He

looked totally different with this bed-rumpled look than he did in his dress clothes.Good boy gone bad,

Jenna thought.

“Good morning,” Trey murmured. “Sorry. I didn’t know there was anyone in the kitchen. I’ll get my

shirt.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” her father said. “Come get yourself a cup of coffee and have a seat. Might not

want the crap in the pot. Sarah made it.”

Trey, Jenna noticed, had a big purple bruise on his chin and a red mark over his ribs. She watched the

way his gaze drifted over Sarah, then turned to Ashton. The two of them were staring each other down

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like two competing bulls getting ready to charge.

Well. This was interesting. Obviously there was a story here somewhere. And by the way Trey kept

glancing over at Sarah, the story must involve her little sister.

Weird, because Sarah had always despised the cool and aloof Trey.

“C’mon, Ash,” her dad said at last, “time to start milking.”

Ashton nodded, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, then left. Jenna didn’t get a real good look at

his face, but her mother did, and from her expression it wasn’t pretty.

“When you’re done with the chores, you come back in the house, Ashton. You need ice on that face.”

The screen door swung shut, muffling Ashton’s reply.

“Coffee is good,” Trey said as he leaned his hip against the kitchen counter. Sarah ignored him, and

Jenna kicked her beneath the table.

“Thanks,” Sarah muttered.

“You want some breakfast?” Bryce asked his brother. “Strawberry-stuffed French toast, your favorite.”

“Nah, thanks. I’m good.”

Bryce nodded to where Trey was fingering his ribs. “Looks like you might have run into something last

night.”

Trey shrugged. “Guess I was sleepwalking.”

Bryce’s eyebrow shot up. “Uh-huh.”

“Emily, mind if I come with you into town? There’s a book I’m looking for. Maybe the library will have

it.”

Emily sat up straight in her chair and pushed her glasses back up her nose. “Sure, Trey. But I have to

leave in about five minutes.”

“No problem. I’ll get my shirt.”

“Oh, that’s okay,” Emily said with a giggle as she followed him out of the kitchen. “I don’t mind you

without your shirt.”

“You girls,” her mother gasped. “Bring a couple of handsome boys into the house and you act like

twelve-year-olds.”

“They’re hardly boys, Mom,” Sarah said, rolling her eyes. She was trying hard not to watch Emily trailing

behind Trey, but Jenna saw her gaze shoot over to the door until Emily had disappeared around the

corner.

“Well, they are to me. I hope you don’t mind, Bryce, but you and your brothers will always be the

‘Ryder Boys’ to me.”

“I don’t mind.”

“And my apologies for Emily’s behavior today. I don’t know what has gotten into that girl lately.”

“She needs a man,” Sarah said.

“That’s enough out of you, Sarah.”

Bryce winked at Jenna and slid his palm down her thigh. “So, what are you making, Mrs. M.?”

Jenna’s mother sagged with relief as Bryce changed the topic. “I thought I’d make a pie for dessert

tonight.”

“It wouldn’t happen to be my favorite one, would it?”

“Well, I don’t know, Bryce Ryder. You’ll have to wait to find out.”

“In that case, I’ll just sit here and watch you. Besides, I’ve been waiting for you to show me how to

make pastry like that.”

Jenna watched her mom’s face grow pink as she batted her lashes at Bryce. What a seducer he was.

“I’m quite certain those French chefs showed you how to make a proper crust.”

“Yeah, but it never tasted quite as good as yours.”

“You’re such a shameless flatterer, Bryce.”

“Bullshitter is more like it,” Sarah mumbled.

“Sarah Anne McCabe, that dirty language is not appropriate,” her mother warned with a narrowed gaze.

Bryce leaned across the table and whispered to Jenna, “Better not tell Mom what you were saying to me

last night, huh? That was very dirty language, Jenna Lynn.”

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“Nice girls do not speak in such a way,” their mother lectured.

“Personally, I love it when nice girls say bad words,” Bryce whispered to Jenna.

“Yeah, but you’re a pervert,” Jenna said.

“Just your pervert, babe,” he said with a wink. “So, Mrs. M., are you making your famous coconut

cream pie?” Bryce asked.

“I am.”

“Mom, that pie is full of fat. Dad shouldn’t be eating it.”

Jenna’s mom glared at her as she rolled out the pastry on the old Formica countertop. “Your father is

under a lot of stress, Jenna. It’s not the pie that’ll kill him, but the thought of losing this old place. He

can’t sleep at night for thinking about it. Trust me, it’s not my cooking that will bury your dad.”

“Mom!” both she and Sarah gasped.

“Well, it’s the truth.”

“I’ll make a bargain with you, Mrs. M.,” Bryce said. “If you give me the original recipe, I can show you

how to reduce the fat. Mr. M. will never know.”

Jenna’s mom put her hands on her ample hips. “Are you trying to worm your way into my good graces,

or are you trying to steal my ribbon-winning pie recipe for your restaurant?” she asked Bryce.

“Both,” he said, grinning.

She considered Bryce’s offer. With a glance out the window, Jenna saw her mom track her dad’s

progression to the barn. She saw so much love in her mom’s face, even after thirty years of marriage.

Bryce felt it, too, because he reached across the table for Jenna’s hand and held it tight.

“All right,” Jenna’s mom said with a sigh, “and maybe while you’re at it, you could help me modify a few

more of his favorites?”

Bryce squeezed Jenna’s hand before he got up from his chair. He walked over and placed a soft kiss on

her mother’s cheek. “I’d be happy to. I’m hanging around the house today anyway because I’m

expecting a phone call. So, I’d love to cook with you.”

Jenna’s mother wiped at her eyes, trying to pretend that a fleck of dirt had crept in there. “Well, now, I

don’t have this pie recipe written down or anything. I go by memory.”

Jenna watched Bryce with her mom and felt her heart fill. She’d never loved anyone more than Bryce.