“Mom, can you and Jayme help Rocky and Sunny get everything outside? I need to speak with my wife in private for a minute.”
“Wife?”
The question was echoed by every adult in the room in confusion, except Lana and Jayson. Jayson’s amused cold, hard eyes glared at Lana while her cold with fired ice eyes glared right back at him.
Jayson quirked an eyebrow at her, waiting for her to say or do something. She continued to glare at the infuriating man.
“Rocky, Sunny, please help Mrs. Kenwood and Jayme get things outside. I need to cut out my soon-to-be-ex-husband’s tongue.”
“Alrighty then, let’s take this outside,” Rocky said hesitantly as she clapped her hands to get everyone’s attention on her.
“Lana, follow me,” Jayson ordered, going down the hall without waiting to see if she had followed him.
She wanted to hit him over the head with a heavy object and knock his ass out. Fuck him and his bossy attitude.
She stormed into the master bedroom to find it empty, or so she’d thought. When she stopped by the bed to look around, Jayson had slammed the bedroom door shut and locked it.
“Strip and bend over.”
“Fuck you!”
“You did that earlier. Now strip and bend over, or so help me, Lana, I will rip those shorts and that shirt off your body, tan that ass nice and red, all before I fuck that sweet pussy, reminding you who you belong to.”
Lana continued to glare at the man who looked at her in amusement. Infuriating fucker knew he had her shorts wet as hell with the way he was demanding.
“This is your last warning, Lana.” Jayson stepped toward her as she stood her ground.
When she heard the tear of her shirt, she gasped out, trying to swat his hand away. Her efforts were fruitless when Jayson grabbed her arm and twisted it behind her back.
She tried to push him off of her with her butt, but he avoided her movements as he tied her hands behind her back with her torn shirt. He then pushed her down on the bed to remove her shorts.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk. No bra and no underwear. I think I like that. I’m torn about that right now. I don’t like you being that naked with my brother around.”
Lana growled at Jayson, calling him several names as she wiggled around, trying to buck him off. She squealed when she was yanked around onto his lap after he’d sat down on the bed.
She cried out when Jayson started raining down ten hard smacks on her ass. It made her angry yet aroused at the same time.
Damn him for playing her traitorous body against her like a fucking fiddle. If only she could do the same thing he was doing to her.
“Fuck, Lana. Your pussy is soaked. If you don’t want this right now, say your safe word.”
Wait, he was giving her an out now? She didn’t want him to fucking stop.
She felt him lay her face down on the bed and heard him take off his duty belt. When she heard his pants hit the floor, she cried out in joy.
She didn’t have to wait long to feel him inside her. She screamed into the bed when he thrust into her without warning.
Hard. Deep.
“You snuck out of my bed, Lana. That wasn’t very nice of you.” Jayson growled out with his thrusts. “Then the look of surprise when Mom introduced Jayme as my sister-in-law, Iknew instantly what you’d thought. That was disrespectful to you, me, Jayme, and my brother.”
“I’m sorry,” Lana cried out.
“You’re mine, Lana,” Jayson told her, nipping her ear.
“No. I belong to no one,” she fought back.
“Mine!” Jayson growled on a hard, deep thrust that made her gasp for air.
