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  “He didn’t leave me defenseless, Raeg.” There wasn’t so much as a hint of that accent in her voice now. “Whoever attacked me got a knife buried in his balls because Daddy taught me how to protect myself.” Her face flushed, anger burning hot and bright inside her along with a glimmer of pain that had him wanting to kick himself. “You don’t know me and you don’t know my family.” She pointed her finger to him furiously, the slender digit shaking with whatever she was feeling. “And as far as I’m concerned, you don’t even deserve the chance to know any of us. Why don’t you just go back where you belong and leave me and my family alone!”

  Before he could stop her, she turned, stalking through the doorway on the other side of the kitchen, through the dining room, then up the stairs.

  “Fuck!” The curse slipped past his lips as he shoved his fingers through his hair and pivoted on his heel, intent on returning to the living room.

  As he turned, he glimpsed the figure standing on the porch, the tall, broad form of Summer’s father as he stared silently through the open kitchen window.

  Raeg hadn’t known he was there. Had no idea the older man had managed to slip up onto the porch.

  Dark blue eyes stared at him emotionlessly from an expression carved in granite.

  Cal didn’t say a word, just turned and, with military precision, moved across the porch and down the steps to the walkway leading back to his own house.

  Wonderful.

  This was just fucking wonderful.

  Chapter

  SIX

  The bastard.

  Deceitful. Conniving.

  He’d just been waiting to slice her open with that one. To rip into the happiness she was feeling and make certain he destroyed it.

  She slammed the bedroom door behind her, so furious she was shaking.

  He had no idea what had happened all those years ago, or how hard it was for her to come home, to understand what had happened that night and to accept it. Still Raeg hadn’t cared a damned bit to cut her open and watch her bleed with it though, had he? He hadn’t even asked for an explanation, just made all his accusations like they were the only truth that could possibly exist.

  He had to leave.

  That was all there was to it.

  She was going to have make Falcon understand that.

  Swinging around, she was heading back to the door to go inform him of just that when it opened and Raeg stalked into her room, his expression dark and filled with his own anger.

  “We were not finished,” he informed her, his tone as hard and savage as she’d ever heard it.

  “Oh, weren’t we?” Her hands went to her hips as she faced him, fingers clenching as she fought to keep from throwing something at him. “Why Raeg, we were finished months ago,” she informed him, the brutal anger slamming through her in waves of hot emotion. “Or did you somehow miss the fact that I left? Didn’t write. Didn’t call.” She gave a sharp little wave of her hand before clenching it on her hip once again. “That should have been your first clue that I was completely finished with your superior ass and snide-assed mouth.”

  “You have got to be the most stubborn, infuriating woman I have ever met in my life,” he snapped, stalking to her until she was forced to tip her head back to glare up at him. “I’d rather face Congress than deal with you in a temper.”

  “Me?” She jerked her thumb back toward herself in incredulity. “In a temper? What the hell do you expect when you go spoutin’ off your bullshit and don’t even know what you’re talkin’ about?” she demanded. “You have no more right to judge my family than you have to judge me.”

  The muscle at his jaw was throbbing, the dark gold lights in his eyes piercing. Damn him, he should not ever be sexy when she was this damned mad at him.

  “I wasn’t judging you—”

  “The hell you weren’t. If you’re judging my daddy, then you’re judging me. That’s my family, Raeg. Mine.” She lifted herself on her tiptoes, still far too short to go nose to nose with him. “And you will keep your ugly-ass attitude contained. No, forget that. You will leave.” Slapping her hands against his chest she shoved against it, hard.

  And he didn’t even budge.

  “Just get the hell out of my house now!” She couldn’t ever remember being so mad in her life.

  “Will you settle down and talk to me?” He gripped her upper arms when she pushed at him again, holding her in place as she imagined all the different ways she was going to skin him out.

  “Talk? About what? Your nastiness with me and my family?” she exclaimed, pushing against him and coming into full contact against his body.

  His very aroused body.

  A hard, mocking smile pulled at her lips, suspicion clouding her mind like a heavy, smothering fog.

  “Summer…”

  “I know what your problem is. I’ve always known.” She sneered up at him, hating him, hating herself and all the impossible things he made her feel. “You hate yourself because I make you hard. Poor Raeg. He just can’t stand it because he wants to fuck the little Georgia hick who just isn’t good enough for him and all his fine aristocratic blood.” She laughed mockingly. “You think you’re too damned good to fuck the likes of me. But that dick of yours has other thoughts, doesn’t it, stud?”

  She’d tried—Good Lord above she’d tried for as long as she’d known him to be nice to him. To be sweet—even when she was insulting him. Her momma had taught her early how to be a nice little Southern girl, and her god-mother, Margot Hampstead, had taught her the fine of art of slicing through the bullshit with a smile. None of those lessons were helping her deal with Raeg though so she resorted to pure Calhoun temper.

  Raeg’s eyes narrowed on her, sexual tension fairly singing through his body.

  “Stud?” he questioned her softly.

  “Stud,” she enunciated clearly. “I don’t remember stuttering. From what I understand, that hard cock of yours is in high demand. I guess I’m the only one who has to deal with your prick-ass attitude to get a taste of it. Aren’t I so lucky?”

  It was gossiped about by every woman she knew that had ever shared a bed with him and his brother. She hated every floozy that had ever described just how good he and Falcon were as they giggled with the remembrance of satisfied pleasure.

  “Summer, now would be a real good time to just shut the fuck up,” he warned her, his low, carefully modulated tone just pissing her off more.

  “What? That hit too damned close to the truth?” she charged, the rush of blood, anger, and the hated need she felt for him clashing inside her senses. “I knew I liked Falcon better for a reason. His standards must not be nearly as high as yours, I guess, because I actually think he enjoyed being in my bed last night. I guess he can stomach fucking me a little better than you can. Right?”

  * * *

  God help him. If she didn’t stop saying “fuck me,” he was going to come in his jeans. Every time the words slipped from her lips his cock seemed to harden further, his balls tightening with the need to take her again.

  She did this to him.

  Every damned time a confrontation rose between them, every damned time they began striking sparks off each other, his cock hardened like iron and his senses became consumed with the need to touch her, to taste her.

  They were combustible, he’d always known that. Last night had only proven it.

  “I believe I did far more than just stomach it,” Falcon spoke from behind Raeg, a curious, waiting sound in his voice, almost a question. “I was only awaiting an invitation for more.” He sighed heavily. “Instead, I see you’ve managed to anger Summer yet again. How did you manage it this time?

  Raeg wasn’t certain what had flashed in her eyes—a vulnerability? A flash of pain? Secrets, to be sure.

  Her secrets made him crazy. There were always hints of them, shadows of them, but learning them was next to impossible.

  “An invitation?” she directed the furious question to Falcon. “You wanted an invitation
? People in hell want ice water. Your chances are about as good as theirs.” Her gaze shot back to Raeg, filled with anger and disdain. And that damned shadow of pain.

  She was hurt far worse than he’d suspected, and God knew he hadn’t meant for that to happen.

  “I’m not stupid enough to wait for a fucking invitation,” Raeg growled, sliding one arm around her waist and jerking her against him.

  He didn’t give her a chance to curse him, to think, or to consider a damned thing. Swiftly lowering his head, his lips covered hers, parted them and tasted the fiery sweetness of a kiss he couldn’t seem to get enough of.

  Like setting a match to gasoline.

  * * *

  She should be kicking his ass out of her house, off her property, out of Georgia.

  Summer whimpered. Her inability to resist Raeg’s touch, Raeg’s kiss, and the dark dominance that filled him, shocked her. It shouldn’t be like this. She had never had a problem resisting any man when she wanted to. There hadn’t been a kiss or a touch she couldn’t deny no matter the circumstances, until Raeg and Falcon.

  Now, she ached, she burned for them, even when she wanted to hit Raeg over the head with a frying pan.

  Her fingers clenched in the material of his shirt as she felt her knees weakening, her senses clouding with need as her body sensitized, preparing for the overwhelming pleasure she’d experienced the night before.

  Another whimper left her lips as he cradled the side of her face with one hand, holding her in place while his kiss ravaged her senses. One arm moved around her hips, pulling her against him, the hard length of his erection pressing against her lower stomach.

  She tightened her hold on his shoulders as his kiss tormented her. His tongue forged past her lips, licked, stroked, feeding from her need as she felt his hunger burning out of control. Releasing the material of the shirt that covered his arms, she moved her hands to his chest, tearing at the buttons, desperate to touch him. She needed to touch him, feel the warmth and heat of his body.

  Fabric tore, the sound barely penetrating the dazed lust that had her shuddering with hunger as his groan urged her on.

  Pushing the material apart, she let her hands stroke down his chest, feeling the rasp of his chest hair against her palms, the heavy beat of his heart, the heat of his flesh. Stroking lower, she encountered the band of his jeans and the wide leather belt cinching his hips.

  She wanted more of him, wanted to stake her own claim on his senses just as he’d staked his on hers.

  Struggling to release his belt, she tore at the leather, then the metal buttons until the denim parted and she could free the hard length of his cock.

  “Damn, Summer.” His head jerked back from his possession of her lips, dragging in a hard breath as the groan escaped his throat. Thick and hot, heavy veins pulsed beneath silky flesh. Iron hard and powerful, the memory of the pleasure he could give her had her stomach clenching, her womb flexing, as silky heat spilled to the sensitive folds between her thighs.

  Staring up at him in dazed hunger, Summer licked her lips slowly and, as he watched, his gold and brown gaze gleaming with lust, went slowly to her knees.

  Raeg gripped the base of his cock in one hand, his expression turning fierce as he slid the fingers of the other into the hair at the top of her head. Raeg didn’t intend to wait for her to take possession of him either. The second she was on her knees, she found her mouth filled with his wide, flared crest as it pushed past her lips.

  “Ah fuck!” he cursed, his thighs tightening beneath her palms as she braced herself against him, his gaze darkening, flaring with savage lust now. “How fucking pretty. I’ve dreamed of fucking your mouth.”

  The earthy male taste of his cock infused with a hint of a storm, intoxicated her senses.

  She could feel Falcon watching them, hear the subtle sounds of him undressing, and it only pushed her arousal higher, the feeling of drugged lust deepening.

  Raeg’s fingers tightened in her hair, the little sting of sensation against her scalp as he thrust between her lips, dragging a muffled cry from her throat. And she only wanted more.

  His cock stretched her lips, each shallow thrust only amping her need higher as the wide head throbbed imperatively against her tongue.

  “Your mouth is so damned good, baby,” he groaned, his gaze completely carnal now. “So tight and hot.”

  Her tongue flicked over, beneath the broad head as it shuttled between her lips, the pure eroticism of the act sending pulses of sensation to attack the swollen bud of her clit.

  Suckling him deeper, she was rewarded with the salt and male taste of pre-cum spilling onto her tongue as the feeling of dazed lust and hunger increased.

  Her breasts were swollen, nipples so sensitive that each rasp of her bra against them was incredibly erotic. Between her thighs her juices spilled, hot and slick, coating her throbbing clit, preparing her for him.

  “You’re killing my control,” he groaned, staring down at her as she forced her eyes open. “I’ll come between those pretty lips, Summer.”

  She would taste his release against her tongue, feel each fierce ejaculation.

  That worked for her.

  “You little hellion,” he groaned as her hold on him tightened. “Come here, let me show you how much better it can get.”

  Pulling back, Raeg forced her to release the broad crest as Falcon gripped her shoulders, pulling her to her feet before drawing her back against his naked chest as he captured her wrists, holding them in one hand behind her back, her head rested against his chest.

  “Let’s get you out of these clothes, Belle,” Falcon whispered as Raeg began doing just that.

  Confident, sure fingers released the tiny buttons that ran down the front of her dress. Pushing the edges apart, he then flicked open the front clasp of her bra. As he pushed the dress and straps of her bra over her shoulders, the material slid down her arms, then to the floor when Falcon released her only long enough to remove the clothing.

  Falcon turned her to him then, his lips lowering to hers, taking them possessively. Summer arched into his hold, the feel of his cock throbbing against her lower stomach intensifying the arousal burning through her. A moan broke from her throat as his lips slid from hers and moved down her neck. Then, arching her to him, his head lowered further to a tight, swollen tip of a breast. His teeth rasped over the sensitive point, causing her to jerk in reaction, pleasure searing her a second before it exploded through her senses. His mouth covered the hard point, drawing on it with hard, hungry pulls of his mouth and quick flicks of his tongue.

  “Falcon. Oh God, what are you doing to me?” she cried out, a wild, uncontrollable rush of adrenaline rushing through her.

  She was going to explode. She could feel it. She was going to orgasm from the feel of his lips on her nipple alone. Her pussy clenched, the involuntary rush of sensation spearing through the aching depths almost violent in its response.

  It was better than the night before, more wicked, more carnal. Hotter, more extreme, releasing that wild, wicked part of her that she’d always kept contained.

  When his lips lifted from her nipple, Summer was shaking, weak with the languorous sensuality burning through her senses.

  As she stared up at Falcon, a cry was torn from her, the feel of Raeg’s fingers tugging the last barrier of her panties from her hips so damned sexy that it just didn’t make sense.

  His teeth raked over the curve of her buttock as his hands guided her to step from the lacy material. Then he was stroking up her legs, one hand sliding between her thighs, his fingers glancing over the sensitive folds between them.

  “Wet, baby?” Falcon whispered as another shudder tore through her and Raeg’s touch eased back.

  Lifting her in his arms, Falcon carried her to the bed, placed her in the center of it, and eased her back to the mattress. He laid her out before them, their gazes going over her with savage, relentless lust.

  Falcon stretched out beside her, his lips lowering to hers
once again, his kiss drugging her senses further as she felt Raeg pushing between her thighs.

  Falcon caressed her breasts with one hand, his fingers tugged at her nipples, exerted and exciting pressure on them even as Raeg destroyed her senses.

  His tongue stroked through the swollen, saturated folds between her thighs, lapping at the heavy excess of moisture, stroking around the painfully sensitive bud of her clit. His hungry lips and tongue burned her senses, broad fingers thrust past the snug entrance of her pussy, filling her, destroying her.

  Falcon broke the kiss depriving both them of oxygen, only to steal it again as he covered her nipple with his lips.

  Raeg’s tongue lashed at her clit, the enflamed, swollen bud throbbing madly with the need for release.

  “Oh God, Falcon…” Her head tossed against the mattress, her wrists still held in his grip, keeping her from touching him, from holding onto him to center herself amid a storm she hadn’t expected.

  The heavy thrusts of Raeg’s fingers inside the clenching depths of her vagina were destructive. His lips on her clit, his tongue rubbing around it …

  “Please … please … Oh God, it’s so good.” And she needed to come now. She was dying to find that pinnacle of sensation that would consume her senses with ecstasy.

  “She’d come so easy,” Raeg groaned, lifting his lips though his fingers still filled her, working inside her, pushing her higher. “Her pussy’s so tight around my fingers and creaming so sweet and hot.”

  She was dying. Panting, moaning with the need for more, on the verge of begging.

  “I’m going to come on the damned sheets like this,” Raeg snarled.

  He moved back from her so quickly she couldn’t process the desertion before she was being lifted, eased over Falcon, as he stretched out on the bed.

  She couldn’t wait. She was no virgin in need of guidance. Gripping the thick shaft as she came over Falcon’s body, she impaled herself on the iron-hard stalk of flesh, crying out at the lash of pleasure-pain, the burning stretch and feeling of invasion as the broad head pierced the inner flesh.