Chapter Seven

It was Wednesday morning and Jackson couldn’t get out of Macon fast enough. He’d tried contacting BJ non-stop, but none of his calls, texts or emails were answered. He needed to get back to Cottonmouth. He needed to see her. He needed to hold her in his arms and look her in the eyes. If he could just do that, he knew he could convince her that his words weren’t empty promises.

Jackson slung his suitcase into the back of his car and shut the trunk. He had half his body inside the car when he heard his name. He eased out from behind the wheel and stared up at the woman standing on the porch.

“Camille?” It was barely dawn. What was she doing up so early?

She stepped down from the porch and stopped before him. She seemed nervous and he could tell it was more for him than because of him. She still felt guilty—it was written all over her face and he knew what she longed to say.

“It’s alright, Camille. You can’t help who you fall in love with.” He thought of the fiery woman with eyes the colour of a fading sunset in June. She drove him up a wall, but he loved her with his whole heart. “Believe me. I know.”

Relief washed over her pretty face, her lips tilting into a small smile. “I never meant to hurt you Jackson.”

“I know.” He was amazed by how much had changed inside of him over the past few months. When he’d left Macon, he’d been empty and lost, but now—now he felt nothing but peace and it was all because of one woman. He’d told Jacob the truth. He still cared for Camille, he knew he always would. Camille was a special woman and she would always be an important part of his life, but as his sister-in-law, and nothing more.

“I’m happy for you, Jackson. I want you to know that. I can tell you really love this woman.” She stood on her tip toes and kissed his cheek. “She’s a very lucky girl.”

His heart swelled as BJ’s face washed before his eyes. “No. I’m the lucky one.”

* * * *

“Don’t you two have jobs?” BJ slammed the door behind her, her stony gaze wavering between Jeff and Jason. She’d had a long day, and her heart was battered. All she wanted to do was curl up in her bed and pretend that Jackson’s scent didn’t still linger on her pillow.

The last thing she felt like dealing with was his two look-alike brothers.

“We have jobs.” Jason grinned. “But right now our job is guarding you.”

“Guarding me?”

“Jackson sent us here to make sure you didn’t run away,” he added.

She closed her eyes and sighed. “The three of you are morons. This place is my home and my job. Where the hell would I go?”

Jeff shrugged. “Not our job to know, just our job to keep you here.”

“I’m really starting to believe that Ivy League education was wasted on all of you.”

Sexy grins spread across their faces as both of them took a seat on her couch and propped their designer boots on her coffee table.

“Get your feet off my furniture.” She glared at them until two sets of boots hit the floor.

“You’re spunky, you know that?” Jeff’s heartthrob smile was lethal. It had no effect on her, except to remind her of Jackson’s dimpled grin. “A real firecracker. It’s a shame Jackson won’t share you with us.”

One eyebrow arched. This was the second time they’d mentioned sharing her. The erotic images that flashed in her head were tempting, but she imagined it was a complicated situation, far more than she was interested in dealing with. Jackson was handful enough anyway. “So it doesn’t get weird, sharing each other’s women?”

Jason shrugged. “Never was a problem before. It didn’t get weird until Camille, but then again that was the first time Jacob was involved. Probably the reason why it got complicated—he has always been possessive.”

“All of you shared Camille? At the same time?” She gulped. “All of you slept with your brother’s wife?”

The look that passed between Jeff and Jason said it all. She shot out of her chair. “What is wrong with all of you?”

“Camille wasn’t Jacob’s wife at the time.”

Her eyes bugged out of her face. She stared at Jeff as if he was an alien. “So!”

“So maybe Jackson should explain the entire situation to you,” Jeff said slowly, easing to his feet.

He looked like he couldn’t get out of there fast enough. Jason looked equally riled and ready to bolt.

They were both in luck. Jackson barrelled through the front door seconds later.

Perfect. Just the man she wanted to talk to.

“So you share all of your women with your brothers, is that it? When’s it my turn to be passed around?”

Jackson looked like a deer caught in the headlights. “You told her,” he said to his brothers who only shrugged in response. They were smart men after all.

“Yes they told me. They told me you shared Camille. They told me you’ve shared other women.” She was raising her voice, but she couldn’t help it. With Jackson there was always something else, some little detail he neglected to tell her. “So, when’s it my turn?”

His eyes narrowed. “You don’t get a turn.”

“Why not? Every other girl seems to get a turn on the Downing merry-go-round. Why not me?”

“Because I can’t share you.”

“Why not?”

He shoved a hand through his hair. “Because I love you. I don’t want to see you with my brothers.”

“You loved Camille. Didn’t stop you then.”

A muscle twitched in his jaw. “I never loved Camille. I told you that.”

She snorted. “Yeah, and you don’t love me either.”

“Bria—”

“I kind of like the idea of being with you and your brothers.” She glanced at Jeff and Jason, who both wore pensive expressions. When Jeff shook his head, his eyes warning her not to say more, she turned back to Jackson. She was too angry to heed any warnings. “A bit kinky, but I think it would be fun.”

Jackson’s eyes grew cloudy and she hated that she couldn’t read him. “Is that what you want?” He asked in a low voice.

She shrugged. “Don’t know. Never had the opportunity before. It definitely intrigues me.”

“But is it something that you want to do? Would it please you, Bria? Would it make you happy to fuck Jason and Jeff while I watched? Would you enjoy being made love to by the three of us? Or would you only be doing it to hurt me?”

She froze at the tortured sound of his voice. She knew the answers to his questions and she hated herself when she faced the truth. She didn’t want any other man but Jackson. The only reason why she would even do it would be to hurt him—and it would hurt him. The pain in his eyes tore at her heart. He loved her enough to put aside his feelings in order to make her happy, to please her, but she knew it would kill him to share her.

“You know what? We’re just going to excuse ourselves.”

She’d forgotten all about Jason and Jeff. Her eyes never left Jackson and his eyes never left hers. She didn’t even notice the front door closing shut behind them.

“You’re not a rebound,” Jackson said, closing the distance between them. “You’re not just any woman to me, Bria.” He cupped her face. “I love you and it would destroy me to watch you with my brothers, knowing that the only reason why you’re with them is because you want to hurt me.”

“I know,” she said softly, lifting her hand to caress his stumbled jaw. “Which is why I would never do it. I don’t want any other man besides you anyway.” She loved him with everything inside her. She would never want to do anything to hurt him. Her heart burst with emotion, the words she’d kept locked inside her because she’d been too afraid to risk getting hurt now spilled from her lips. “I love you, Jackson. I—”

He crushed his lips to hers, swallowing up her next words. With his mouth fused to hers, she forgot what she was going to say anyway. She clasped her hands behind his neck, her hands tangling in his hair.

Their tongues duelled, the heated urgency of their kiss causing her to grow hot all over.

He lifted his head, abruptly ending their kiss and cradled her face between his palms.

“I love you, Bria. I just want there to be no doubt in your mind that you are the only woman in my heart, and you always will be.”

Moisture gathered in her eyes. She hadn’t cried in years. Damn Jackson Downing for making her all weepy. “I know,” she said with a watery smile. “Now, shut up and kiss me.”

He didn’t hesitate. He leant forward and in one smooth movement, he covered her mouth with his own, tasting her, claiming her. She encircled his neck, kissing him with her entire body.

Their kiss was heated—urgent—but their hands were slow, their moments measured as they gently skimmed over every intimate inch of their bodies.

His hands settled at her waist, gently prying her shirt from her jeans.

“Mmmm,” she moaned when his fingernails lightly scraped against the sensitive skin of her bare belly, causing sharp tingles to fan out across her entire body.

“You like that?” He chuckled against her ear, his warm breath causing tiny goose-bumps to break out along her neck. She shivered in his arms, her pussy growing wet, her entire body throbbing with need.

He manoeuvred her around the coffee table towards the couch until her knees touched the back and her legs buckled. She gasped when her butt settled on the cushion and she realised what he was about to do.

“Jackson, we can’t.” She shook her head, swatting at his hands that had already unbuttoned her jeans and were now working on the zipper.

He was bent on his knees before her, and he gave her a wolfish grin from between her spread legs as he slowly worked her jeans down the length of her body.

“Why can’t we?” He asked, after tossing her jeans to the floor.

She blinked, trying to fight the lust induced fog clouding her brain. “B—because your brothers could walk back here at any moment.”

He leaned over her, his fingers hooking beneath the elastic of her panties to wrench them off. “They won’t.”

She started to ask, how can you be so sure, but in the next moment he lowered his head and settled his lips against her aching clit. She tunnelled her fingers through his hair, sending it spiking in several directions.

Heat and desire washed over her and her womb contracted with need, her juices spilling from her pussy. She lifted her head to stare at him, her breath catching in her chest when their eyes met. He held her gaze, a wicked twinkle in his cerulean eyes as he slid his tongue through her slit.

It was as if she was in a trance, she couldn’t look away. Her entire body vibrated and pulsed with the urge to climax, the need to have Jackson inside her, stretching her, filling her with his hot cum. She tugged at his hair harder, her legs trembling as he sucked on her clit. His fingers probed inside her, pushing past the clenching muscles of her pussy to stroke deep inside her. When he curved his fingers upward, brushing against her g-spot, she arched off the couch, her head flung back and her eyes shut, screaming his name.

“Look at me,” he growled against her cunt, and she snapped her gaze to his face, nearly drowning in his clear blue gaze. A rush of warmth started at the apex of her thighs and climbed higher until her cheeks were flushed with heat.

BJ couldn’t tear her eyes away from him, the thrusting of his fingers inside her as he watched her while he devoured her pussy, drove her to the brink of climax. She trembled against him, her hips rocking gently as her orgasm began to peak within her. She fought the urge to look away—she was powerless to the onslaught of pleasure that claimed her.

Her thighs clamped around his head at the same time she clenched her eyes shut and cried out his name.

“Mmmmm,” he moaned against her pussy, lapping up her juices as violent tremors racked her entire body. Her fingers gripped his head tighter, holding him firmly as she rode his face until she was spent, her body drained. Her breathing was shallow, sweat dotted her skin, and she settled back against the couch completely satiated.

She smiled as Jackson kissed a trail along her body, until his lips once again met hers. He pushed his tongue inside her, gifting her with the tangy taste of her own climax.

“We’re not going to fit on the couch together.” He said as soon as he lifted his head. In one smooth motion, he pushed aside the coffee table and she let out a small cry when he tugged her to the floor and covered her with his large frame.

“Much better,” he said with a naughty smile.

She returned his wicked grin with one of her own, her hands skimming across his shoulders, before sliding towards his torso to undo his shirt.

“I’m half naked, but you’re still fully clothed.” She pushed his shirt off his body, and waited while he threw it aside. “Much better,” she said, repeating his words.

Their lips met again, and like before their hands roamed wildly. The rest of their clothes came off in a blur until they were pressed against each other, skin to naked skin.

Somehow in their tussle of removing clothing she wound up on top. She stroked her hands across his bare chest, enjoying the slide of her fingers through the smattering of hair along his muscled torso.

Jackson groaned her name, his hands clutching her thighs when she bent to capture one of his flat nipples. She swirled her tongue around the hardened peak of one, before moving on to the other, smiling against his skin when he let out a low hiss.

She kissed her way across his chest, along each shoulder, before settling at the base of his throat. She slid her tongue across his salty skin, the taste of him bursting on her tongue.

He gripped her thighs tighter, his nails digging into her soft flesh.

“Bria,” he groaned out on a hoarse pant, his chest rising and falling faster than when she’d begun her intimate exploration.

She sat up, her eyes twinkling as she stared down at his flushed face.

“You called my name. Was there something you wanted?” She asked innocently.

His eyes darkened with lust, and she knew the time for playing was about to come to a swift end.

“I need you to get on him.”

She twisted around, her cunt clenching tighter when she glimpsed the hard rod of his cock jutting towards the sky.

“You mean that?” She asked with a mischievous smile.

“Bria,” he growled, his hands moving to her hips. “Ride me.”

His voice was thick with lust and desire and the gravely sound wrapped around her, causing her nipples to tighten.

Fresh juice filled her sheath, and when she slid back along his belly, she left a wet trail.

She angled herself just above the tip of his cock, holding herself still as she held his gaze. Their gazes clashed, neither one able to look away as she slowly lowered herself onto his engorged shaft.

She moaned out his name, and it mingled with his own tortured groan as she took him inside her, the thick length of him stretching her, filling her.

When he was pressed to the hilt, she paused before slowly moving her hips, giving her body a moment to adjust. Her cunt poured forth more wet hot juice, making her strokes slick and slippery, and she took him deeper and harder until they both were crying out in pleasure.

“Jackson,” she called his name, her hips jerking wildly atop him as her fingers dug into his shoulders.

He took over the rhythm, grasping her waist, rotating her on his cock until tingling sensations once again gathered at the centre of her sex.

He moved her harder and faster, and she dug her nails deeper until a wave of heat surged inside her and she exploded, coming all around him, drenching his cock in her wet heat.

Blinding light flashed behind her closed lids and in the distance she heard the tortured rasp of her name, seconds before Jackson’s body stiffened and a rush of warmth filled her pussy. He writhed beneath her, his hands clenching her waist tight until the shudders that claimed his body quieted.

She slumped forward, resting her cheek against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heart beating. He stroked her back and she closed her eyes, feeling safe and cherished in Jackson’s strong arms.

“I love you,” he murmured against her hair.

She lifted her head and smiled. “I love you too.”

She leant down to kiss his lips but stopped when the knob to the front door began to rattle.

She glared at Jackson, and began to scramble around for her clothing but stopped when he gripped her arm.

There was something in his eyes, something dark and provocative, a look she’d never seen before.

The front door opened and Jeff and Jason stumbled in, their eyes wide with surprise. Their shock soon gave way to lust, and it burned in their sapphire gazes, reminding her that she was stark naked.

She moved to cover herself, but Jackson’s hand on her arm tightened and she stared at him, her eyes rounding when she realised what he was doing.

“Jackson?”

“If you’re not comfortable with this, then we stop now.”

She blinked, her mind scrambling to make sense of his words. There was no denying she was curious about the possibility of being made love to by all three of them, but her curiosity was not worth the pain it would cause Jackson.

“But you just said you didn’t share.”

Jackson smiled down into Bria’s lovely face, her eyes confused.

“I don’t. Not often. But I’m not against it. ”

“But you said…”

He kissed the tip of her nose. “I had to know that you wanted me, and only me. It was important for me to know that you were willing to set aside your desires because you didn’t want to hurt me.”

Her eyes flashed. “So, it was a test,” she snapped, but he wasn’t bothered by her irritation. Soon his lovely Bria would forget all about her anger. In a few moments the only thing in her head would be thoughts of the pleasure he and his brothers could give her.

“Not so much as a test, as it was a need to feel secure with you. I had to know that you loved me, wanted only me, that you would be happy with only me.” He tangled his hand in her hair then, and tipped her head back. He dipped his head and claimed her lips, his tongue probing her sweet mouth.

Bria wasn’t the only one with insecurities. After Camille, he hadn’t realised how much he needed to know that the woman he loved wanted only him, that she desired only him. He could share Bria with his brothers, but that was because he knew he had her heart, her complete devotion.

He tugged his lips from hers and stepped away, a smile crossing his face when she whimpered.

Bria groaned in protest when Jackson brought an end to their kiss. She opened her eyes, expecting to meet Jackson’s smiling gaze, but instead she saw Jeff standing before her, wearing a roguish smile. She gasped when she felt a hand settle against her hip and turned to see Jason at her back, wearing a handsome smile.

It just didn’t seem fair that all of the Downing brothers were wickedly handsome, but she didn’t have time to ponder the injustice of such a feat, when Jeff claimed her lips.

Where Jackson’s lips were demanding and possessive, Jeff’s were coaxing, teasing. She wrapped her arms around his neck, returning the kiss, enjoying the soft flutters of pleasure that danced in her belly.

Jeff broke their kiss and tugged her to the floor, pulling her atop his hard body. He tangled his hand in her hair, once again dragging her lips to his. She lost herself in the wondrous feel of his mouth, the heated pleasure of his kiss.

A soft moan escaped her lips when she felt Jason slide behind her, the tip of his cock nudging against her puckered anus. He didn’t push inside, instead he teased her with the tips of his fingers, causing goose-bumps to break out across her heated skin.

She cried out when in one fluid motion Jeff slid her down the length of his body and lifted her hips, tugging her down on his waiting shaft. The invasion was so abrupt, so unexpected, that she fought to accommodate his thick length. Still gripping her hips, he thrust her down on his engorged flesh, her breasts bobbing before him.

Blinding pleasure sliced through her belly and she moaned, the sound hoarse and needy to her own ears. She rocked on Jeff’s cock, her orgasm steadily building inside her. She was so close, so close to tumbling over the edge and falling into the wondrous rapture of her climax. But when Jason slipped inside her, his thick cock pushing past the first ring of muscle, she stiffened, her next breath lodging in her chest.

Jason stilled, his warm breath caressing the back of her neck.

“It’s all right. Just relax, Bria.”

She felt so full, her body stretching to accommodate the girth and length of them both. Her gaze darted around the room, searching for Jackson. When their eyes met she relaxed, as a contented warmth spreading through her at the reassurance in his eyes. That’s when she noticed that he sat stretched out in a chair across the room, pumping his dick with his fist as he watched his brothers give her pleasure.

Jason pushed forward then, dragging her attention back to him and Jeff who continued to shove his cock inside her, his face twisted in pleasurable agony.

She fell forward then, bracing her hands against Jeff’s shoulders when Jason buried his entire length inside her. Her rectum stretched around him, but the fit was so tight and she felt stuffed, the pressure overwhelming.

She wanted to pull away from him, but Jason held fast, his hand reaching around to strum her clit, building a maelstrom of sensations inside her that left her gasping for air.

“Oh, God,” she screamed, her eyes clenched shut, her nails digging into Jeff’s shoulders.

She came so quickly, so unexpectedly that she swore her heart skipped a beat. Jeff and Jason plunged inside her on hurried strokes, their cocks going deeper and harder, stretching her, filling her. She cried out at the hot blast of semen against her womb, her eyes flying open and she watched Jeff, his eyes shut tight, his lips parted as he let out a ragged groan.

She’d almost forgotten about Jason, he’d stilled as Jeff came inside her, but now he moved within her, his thrusts driving deeper, his cock filling her up. He panted against her ear, his breaths growing choppy, stilted and when he tensed behind her, his cock twitching inside her anus—she moaned. He exploded within her, his warm seed coating the walls of her rectum—his shout of completion strangled and hoarse rattling the walls.

He slumped against her, his sweat slick chest pressed against her back. She closed her eyes with a contented sigh, but when a hand gripped the back of her head she looked up, her gaze clashing with Jackson.

She didn’t say a word, neither of them did, and with his brothers still nestled inside her, she leant forward, her lips parting to take Jackson’s cock down her throat.

He held the back of her head tight and groaned, a deep soul stirring sound as she sucked him off, her head bobbing vigorously. She watched him beneath hooded eyes. The muscles in his bare chest were corded with tension, and his veins strained against his bronzed skin. She tightened her lips around him, moving faster, and she moaned around his cock when she felt a tiny bead of cum on her tongue.

“That’s it Bria.” He breathed. “Suck my cock.”

She closed her eyes, taking him all the way to the back of her throat. He let out a strangled groan, his nails digging into her scalp. She cupped his balls, massaging gently and that was his undoing. He shouted out her name as he shoved his length into her mouth as far as it would go and held her head still, his warm cum shooting from his dick to the back of her throat. She worked her mouth, her lips, her throat, swallowing every drop until his balls were empty, his body completely spent.

She was exhausted, utterly satiated and she felt as if she was nothing more than a mass of boneless jelly. In the dark corners of her mind, she was vaguely aware of Jackson lifting her into his arms and carrying her upstairs. By the time he laid her down atop her bed, she was fast asleep.

* * * *

Jackson rushed into the house, his entire body vibrating with excitement.

“Bria! Bria!” He screamed at the top of his lungs.

She burst through the kitchen door, her eyes filled with concern. “Jackson, what is it?”

He pulled her into his arms and hoisted her into the air.

She gripped his shoulders. “Okay, you’re really starting to scare me. What’s going on?”

He set her back down, but not before he planted a long, hard kiss against her pretty lips.

He forced himself to drag his mouth from hers, a small grin curving at the edges of his lips at the desire that burned in her gaze. There would be plenty of time for that later, after he told her the good news.

He pulled out the map from his back pocket and spread it across the coffee table. Three large red “X’s” marked the map and he pointed to each of them.

“You did it, babe.”

She looked at him, puzzled. “Did what?”

“You know how we started drilling a few days ago?”

Her eyes lit up. “You found oil?”

He nodded. “In all three spots. You were right on.”

Her scream pierced his ears, but he didn’t care. He swung her around in his arms, and they laughed like two little kids.

“You’re going to be a rich woman,” he said when he finally put her down again.

“And you’re going to be a rich man. No correction. A richer man.”

Her words sobered him instantly. He’d been waiting for the perfect moment, the perfect time to ask her. His heart thumped so loudly, he could barely hear anything else.

“Speaking of riches, that reminds me.” He set her down, his hands shaking slightly. “My brothers and I have always been driven to make more money, acquire more land and honestly that all used to be important to me too.” He fished inside his pocket as he went down on one knee. “Until I met you.” He held out a piece of paper and nodded for her to take it.

“Jackson what are you doing?” She asked in a shaky voice.

“Just read it.”

She skimmed it, the paper rattling in her trembling hand. “Jackson, you don’t have to do this,” she said when she was done.

“You’re wrong. I do. Cottonmouth belongs to you and it belongs in your family, which is why I had the deed to the land put in your name. It’s my wedding present to you. But whether you marry me or not I still want you to have what is rightfully yours.”

“Marry you? Wedding pre—” Her eyes widened. She must have forgotten he was still down on bended knee, but comprehension dawned in her gaze when her eyes landed on the ring in his hand.

“Jackson?”

“Bria Jaslene Parker. Will you marry me?”