Authors: Jenny Penn
Jamie's Revenge (25 page)
Caelen made that pronouncement from the other side of Jamie. They’d turned and straightened everything out before settling down to snuggle their woman until she woke back up, so they could tire her back out.
“I was wondering how long it was going to take you.” Brodie curled onto his side, tucking himself along Jamie’s length as he glared over at his brother. “You been lying there thinking it for the past twenty minutes.”
“So have you.” Caelen didn’t bother to meet Brodie’s gaze but kept his on the ceiling. “Either way, this marrying both thing ain’t going to work. I mean for one,
“So?” Brodie had a lot of opinions about that, but he knew when Caelen was driving toward something.
“So, Jamie ain’t going to let us battle it out the way Angus and Linc did with Bridgette.”
Sneaky little bastard, Brodie couldn’t even guess where Caelen headed with this. “Probably not.”
“But we gotta settle this.”
“Just get to the damn point, Caelen. You’re about wearing me out of patience.”
“Well, since we can’t beat the crap out of each other, I say we have a different kind of battle.” Caelen rolled to his side finally and Brodie got the full force of where Caelen’s wicked imagination had taken him. “I say we make Jamie’s body the battlefield.”
“Jamie’s the battlefield?”
“A competition for who can please her the most…we could do like a series, how many orgasms can you lick her to in ten minutes kind of thing. What better way than actually competing to see who satisfies her the most to figure out who gets to claim her as a wife?”
“Yeah,” Brodie nodded liking the idea. “That way when you’re screwing my wife, you’ll know that you can’t compare.”
“That’s really going to suck for you.” Caelen rolled back onto his back. “We’re going to have to draw up a list and maybe do some points.”
His twin had muttered off to himself, scheming and devising. Brodie looked down at the innocent snuggled up against him. She really didn’t have a clue what her stubbornness would cost her. He’d been warning her about it for most of their lives, but she just never listened.
Dropping a kiss on her cheek, Brodie offered up a silent thanks to God for that…and for giving Jamie back to him.
Epilogue
Dear Aunt Elaine,
I guess I owe you some money. I’m sure you’ve figured out over the last three months that I won’t be returning, just as I’m sure you have been gloating over that fact to Richard. I hope he has at least allowed you to persuade him to replace me down at the house. I worry that my girls are not being taken care of, but then I remind myself that you would not let that happen.
After all, you always did have the stronger will than me. Just as you predicted, my emotions did decide my fate, but it hasn’t ended in doom yet. There have been moments, though, like my wedding.
There is nothing more than a woman looks forward to than being married in front of a wall of bloody and bruised men. I can’t blame it entirely on Brodie and Caelen, though. My brothers, as well as theirs, all contributed to make the ceremony quite unique.
Not that it wouldn’t have been anyways. I bribed the minister to wed me to both Caelen and Brodie, though they didn’t think such a thing was possible. They really are quite naive in so many ways, but they have those muscles, and that certainly makes them right more than not.
I really think you would like them and hope that you can visit. It better be soon, too, because you never know how long before my doom catches up to me. I fear it’s coming in about seven months.
You can have that laugh now because I’ve broken rule number one. I’m pregnant. While everybody from every corner swears there isn’t anything to fear or worry over, they aren’t the ones who have to push this kid out. I try not to think about, but focus on how much fun it would be to give Brodie and Caelen two girls just like Bridgette did her men.
It would seem fitting justice, given just how much fun they make making babies. They should suffer some the consequences, right?
Well, I hope this letter finds you in good health and that you will make the trip out here one day. I know we don’t have all the refinement you are used to, but the number of interesting men more than makes up for it. Besides, refinement has its limits.
Love,
Jamie
THE END
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
I live near Charleston, SC with my two biggies, my dogs. I have had a slightly unconventional life. Moving almost every three years, I’ve had a range of day jobs that included everything from working for one of the world’s largest banks as an auditor to turning wrenches as an outboard repair mechanic. I’ve always regretted that we only get one life and have tried to cram as much as I can into this one.
Throughout it all, I’ve always read books, feeding my need to dream and fantasize about what could be. An avid reader since childhood, and as a latchkey kid, I’d spend hours at the library earning those shiny stars the librarian would paste up on the board after my name.
I credit my grandmother’s yearly visits as the beginning of my obsession with romances. When she’d come, she’d bring stacks of romance books, the old fashion kind that didn’t have sex in them. Imagine my shock when I went to the used bookstore and found out what really could be in a romance novel.
I’ve worked on my own stories for years and have found a particular love of erotic romances. In this genre, women are no longer confined to a stereotype and plots are no longer constrained to the rational. I love the ‘anything goes’ mentality and letting my imagination run wild.
I hope you enjoyed running with me and will consider picking up another book and coming along for another adventure.
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