Somebody's Lover: The Jackson Brothers, Book 1

fingers caressing her nipple. No one ever had to know.
    She pulled her shirt up, exposing herself.
    “More, Jace,” she whispered.
    “Tell me what you’re doing.”
    She closed her eyes and pinched lightly. “I feel you take my nipple in your mouth. You suck and I feel it all the way down between my legs.”
    “I’m kissing my way down your abdomen, licking your belly button.”
    She dipped her finger into her belly button, her hand following his voice.
    “Spread your legs, baby. Let me feel how wet you are.”
    She felt his quickened breath in her ear as if he were right there. Dipping her fingers, she found herself dripping, ready.
    “Oh God, Jace, it aches when you touch me like that.” She moaned for him.
    “I wanna use my tongue on you. I wanna make you come.”
    She caressed her clitoris, arching, her fingers biting into the phone. “Please make me come.”
    “Put your finger inside yourself.”
    All the way in, then she slid deliciously back out, with a soft murmur. “I’m so wet and slippery. Does it turn you on when I touch myself, Jace? Does it make you want to take your cock out?”
    “It’s already out, baby. And I’m so fucking hard listening to you. Have you ever come over the phone before?”
    She twisted in the bed, spread herself wider as if he were lying between her thighs. “No.”
    “It’ll blow your mind,” he whispered. “Keep playing. Rub all that sweet juice over your pussy.”
    She didn’t think she’d ever been so wet or so hot. Her hips moved, rising to meet the push of her fingers. She couldn’t talk, couldn’t breathe, could only moan and writhe and never let go of the phone, listening to his soft whispers, his hot words.
    “Come on, baby, come for me. Come now. Oh, Jesus. I can’t hold it. I need to fuck you. Aw, Christ. You don’t know.”
    She came as he did, in an explosion of color and light behind her lids. Jace cried out, his voice wrapping around her, part of her, inside her. She bit her lip to hold everything inside, a soft moan sliding out anyway, even as she gathered in every sound he made, gathered them all to her heart.
    Then the phone went dead.
    Her body quivered and quaked. Why had he hung up without even saying good-bye? Taylor rolled over, pulled her knees to her chest, and hugged the phone. She was still so wet and hot and needy. Needing Jace.
    What was happening to her? How could she keep doing such crazy things? Maybe it was best that he’d cut off so abruptly. Next thing, she might have been begging him to come over. Just playing with him on the phone wasn’t enough.
    She knew better than to promise herself she’d stop. He’d proven to her that she couldn’t.

    * * * * *

    Jace lay there, filling his chest with great gulps of air.
    God, I love you, Taylor.
    He was so fucking crazy in love with her.
    Crazy enough to shout it to the world. And to her over a goddamn phone line. He could only thank God he’d managed to disconnect before he’d completely let loose.
    He’d been in love with her almost half his life. He was more than used to the idea. But it was too soon for Taylor. She needed more time to accept. He could wait. He would have to because he’d just made a deal with the devil. His silence in return for her body, but not her heart. At least he’d have time to work on her. Until he was as important to her as her next breath. Until she couldn’t imagine life without him. Until she was as addicted to him as he was to her.
    Until he was sure she could forgive him for having caused Lou’s death.

Chapter Eight

    Jace touched Taylor every chance he got. Her elbow as she stepped out of the house carrying the plate of hamburgers. Her fingers as she passed the coleslaw. Her thigh with his as she sat next to him at the picnic table, something he’d engineered.
    Connie sniped at her kids, Mitch seemed sullen and uncommunicative, Mom chattered at Taylor’s boys, and David and Dad engaged in a heated discussion regarding the proposed bond measure for sewers to replace septic systems in their water district.
    No one noticed as he put his hand on Taylor’s knee under the plastic tablecloth, then slid up to the edge of her shorts. Dangerous, but sometimes women liked a little danger. He slipped down to stroke her inner thigh.
    For a moment, she squeezed her legs together, then she stepped on his foot. Satisfied with her reaction, he let go and bit into his burger. Even the simple act of eating made him think of her, his mouth on