Wicked Pleasure (Bound Hearts #9)

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Jaci wasn’t the cause, but she and whatever it was that Cam felt for her was the catalyst. Whatever emotions he fought to keep inside himself, she was drawing free.

But he feared what that would do to her now.

Shaking his head, he moved back into the other room, leaning against the wall as he watched his brother whisper to her.

Jaci was smiling now. A soft little smile, her eyes closed, as Cam sat naked on the couch, stroking her back.

“Better get her dressed. Courtney is waiting on her,” Chase announced. “She’s wanting to talk about that party she’s wrangled us all into.”

“No parties.” Jaci covered a yawn before glancing over her shoulder at him.

Cam kissed the top of her head as Chase tossed him a damp cloth, then a dry towel.

The fact that her entire body flushed with embarrassment as Cam cleaned her wasn’t commented on. The fact that she allowed it was a testament to the fact that, like Chase, she had an instinct about Cam. He needed to do that for her. Just as he needed to help her dress before he dressed himself.

“Invitations have already gone out,” Cam told her as he drew his jeans over his legs and let Jaci fuss with her hair. “The Brockheim Ball is important to Courtney. She wants you there.”

“Too bad.” Jaci frowned at the announcement. “I know the Brockheims. Their events are too damned rich for my bank account to afford the dresses. I’ll work on the house plans.”

“Taken care of.”

She turned to Cam as he drew his shirt on, buttoned it, and tucked it back into his jeans.

“Excuse me?” she asked him, holding onto her temper now.

This wasn’t fair. First they drove her crazy, taking her in the middle of the day, and now they were driving her crazy another way. The Falladay twins were going to cause her to lose hair.

“The dress is being delivered to your room. You’ll be the belle of the ball. And you’re going.”

“Not on your life.” She stood toe-to-toe with Cam, trying to ignore Chase’s amusement.

Cam’s brow lifted, amusement sparkling in his eyes. He was loving her anger, and that just pissed her off more.

“You can walk into the ball or I can carry you in.” He shrugged. “Your choice.”

“I really don’t like you,” she ground out, knowing it wasn’t true, just as she knew it made no sense whatsoever for her to attend that damned ball.

He grinned back at her. “No, you just don’t want me to kill Richard Roberts when he strikes out at you at that party.” He tilted his head, and his eyes grew hard. “He’s going to learn, Jaci, no matter where, he doesn’t touch what belongs to me, either physically or verbally. You can’t stop that.”

Her lips parted as she fought to pull in air.

“I can take care of the Robertses. I don’t need you fighting this battle.”

“Then you should have taken care of them before now,” he told her firmly. “Now it is my battle.”

“By what right?” She felt like screaming. She would have screamed, if her voice wasn’t already hoarse from her earlier screaming.

“By the fact that you’re mine.” He didn’t yell, his voice wasn’t cold. A simple statement, as he touched her face gently with calloused fingertips. “All mine.”

“And you think that’s reason enough to order me to this damned party?”

“No. To tell you. You’re going to this damned party with me. After that ball, no one will doubt who stands in front of you. Not the Robertses, or anyone else.”

Her eyes narrowed. “We’ll see about that.” She turned and strode to the door, jerked a few times on the knob, then turned back to him furiously.

She caught the glare he shot his brother, as Chase hit the electronic control and unlocked the door.

She snarled at both of them, then yanked the door open and stalked through the house to where she suspected Courtney would be. And of course, Cam was following her. That only irked her further.

The solarium was a small breakfast room set to the side of the dining room. Sunlight streamed through the glass-enclosed room, gilding Courtney in warmth and light. Jaci had to smile. That was Courtney. She made an impression no matter where she was.

She was with her husband, laughing up at him, in the corner of the room. Her expression was filled with love, with teasing, sensual knowledge, while Ian’s was dark with desire.

Jaci came to a full stop, ducking her head as the knowledge that Ian was a part of that club slid through her mind again. That he obviously shared his wife with other men. That he was there—he watched, and he allowed her to be touched by another man.

Jaci was suddenly more confused than she ever had been, because she knew Courtney, she knew the other woman’s possessive tendencies. Courtney did not share well. How in the hell had Ian convinced her that it was okay for him to share another man’s woman?

“There you are.” Flavored with her native Spanish, Courtney’s voice was smooth, exotic. “I swear, if you don’t stop wearing those business suits, I’m going to scream, Jaci. Wear jeans for a change.” She laughed, then paused as she surveyed Jaci’s expression. “I gather Cam has informed you of the party tonight?”

Jaci’s chin snapped up, Courtney’s words ignored, as another thought hit her mind. Had Cam been in Courtney’s bed? Had Ian shared the other woman with Cam and Chase? She had to suddenly force her anger back, because Courtney knew, she had known Cam’s name for years, knew what he meant to Jaci. Surely, she wouldn’t have thought it was okay to take him into her bed with her husband.

She couldn’t handle this. She could feel her heart racing, feel the perspiration gathering along her back and the sudden force of the anger building inside her, as she stared back at Courtney.

Then Jaci glared back at her. She felt like declaring ownership, or something, just as Cam had.

She had no right to care. But she did. And the thought that Courtney would touch Cam for any reason, at any time, in a sexual nature, had her seeing red.

“Ian, Cam, I think Jaci and I will retire to the suite for a while. A few drinks and a little girl talk, you know?” She moved from her husband, her long hair rippling around her, snug jeans and a silk T-shirt hugging her body.

Courtney was beautiful, sexy, alluring, and she knew it. She held her husband in the palm of her hand, if the look on his face was any indication. Had she held Cam as easily?

Jaci turned and looked up at him, seeing only amusement, fondness—but none of the heated lust she saw in his gaze when he looked at her. When he looked at her, there was concern, a hint of male confusion. Men were always confused when they didn’t get their way.

“Come along, my friend.” Courtney patted her shoulder as she turned back to her. “I have wine and sweets. They go great together.”

“They go straight to our hips,” Jaci muttered, as she pulled away from Cam and shot him a hard look. She had better not learn he had slept with Courtney.

He smiled in return, a male acknowledgment of her ire, but with a total lack of concern.

She was definitely going to stop liking him.

Cam turned and watched as Jaci and Courtney left the room. He waited until they disappeared from sight before wincing, or allowing a measure of worry to show in his expression.

Ian was watching the door thoughtfully.

“Tell me, Cam, did you explain any of the concepts of the club to our lovely designer?” he asked with the air of a man who already knew the answer.

“I kept it simple.” Perhaps too simple, because it was evident by the look on her face that Jaci was suspicious that maybe Cam had shared Courtney and Ian’s bed as well.

Ian shook his head. “You know Courtney’s going to tell her everything.”

“Better Courtney than me.” He grunted. “Have you ever tried to explain anything to a woman that she just wasn’t willing to accept?”

Cam had a feeling that Jaci wouldn’t completely understand the concepts of the club. It wasn’t what she expected, and it sure as hell wasn’t what she wanted to believe.

Ian laughed at his question. “Only every time I try to explain to Courtney why she isn’t allowed to enter the club. Let’s hope her friend isn’t nearly so stubborn.” Ian clapped him on the shoulder as he moved through the doorway. “Come into the office, there’s a few things I need you to look over.”

They moved from the solarium dining room before heading up the hall to Ian’s office. The offices were located farther along the residential wing, making them less accessible to guests or members—especially nosy members, such as Richard Roberts.

Congressman Roberts was a thorn in Ian’s side, and that was becoming more irritating over the past year. His wife had caught wind of the past gossip of the so-called “Trojans” club and had expended a great deal of effort in attempting to locate the club and the members. Evidently, she considered it her civic duty to reveal such depravity.

So far, any suspicion toward Ian and the little-known Sinclair club had been diverted, but several times Ian’s security had caught the congressman attempting to slip into the area with one excuse or another. Just as Annalee Roberts had attempted to subtly question Courtney and several other wives of suspected members. Thankfully, the gossip that had bloomed several years before had been downplayed and eventually drowned out. The wife of the member who had revealed the knowledge of it had learned exactly what she stood to lose, and rather than risking her place in society, she had simply divorced her husband.

Once Cam and Chase had completed the investigation into the incident, the person’s membership in the club had been revoked and his yearly security deposit forfeited. He was lucky he still had his job and his good name. The man had been a bastard.

“Roberts is making waves again,” Ian announced, as he closed the office door behind them. “Several club members have contacted me this morning with the information that he’s attempting to have Ms. Wright ostracized from the parties Courtney’s had her invited to. Are you any closer to finding out what the hell is going on there?”

Irritation echoed in Ian’s voice, glittered in his eyes.

Cam grimaced at the question. “She’s not talking, but I warned you she wouldn’t. No one else is talking, either. Evidently, she’s chosen her friends very wisely, or, as I suspect, she’s not told anyone what happened.”

“Why? Her silence indicates guilt, Cam. She has an excellent reputation from that job on, but the rumor of attempted theft and an adulterous affair is making a few members rather nervous.”

Cam shrugged. “They signed off on the project as well as the designer. They aren’t allowed to bitch. They had all the information, innuendoes, and accusations at that time. Getting nervous now isn’t acceptable.”

Ian arched his brow. “We’re talking about the same members here, right? Just because they signed off on it doesn’t mean they aren’t going to bitch. Some of those men worry worse than women.”

Cam’s lips quirked at the accusation.

“Has Roberts managed to have any of the invitations canceled?” Cam asked.

“Not yet.” Ian moved across the room, his leanly muscled body tense with irritation. He moved behind his desk and threw himself into the expensive leather chair behind it, glowering back at Cam. “Roberts is pissing me off, Cam. I want to know why Ms. Wright has been targeted, so we can make moves to defend her position. Courtney’s worried, and when she’s worried she doesn’t sleep well.”

Which meant Ian didn’t sleep well. Cam restrained his smile.

“I’m working on it, Ian. Getting information without her help isn’t easy, though. The congressman and his wife protect their own privacy just as rigorously. So far, all we have are a few innuendoes of dirty games, but no definite reports.”