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  My Alpha Ex Brother in Law: Bound

  By Jenny Jeans

  This book is a work of fiction. Names characters, places and incidents are a product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to any persons, living or dead, business establishments, events or locales, is entirely coincidental.

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  Copyright © 2013 by Jenny Jeans. All rights reserved.

  Published by Arrow Books

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  ONE / BONDAGE BABY

  Lisa was drunk and she knew it when she knocked on the door to Gavin’s ultra-expensive loft in a part of town that was going through major renovations. Probably a lot of them spurred on by Gavin and his company. He was her ex brother-in-law. Therefore, she really should not be there at …

  Lisa lifted her cell, looking at the time that seemed blurry …

  “One o’clock,” she mouthed. “So okay, I shouldn’t be here at one in the morning,” she muttered.

  Her hand gripping the cell, fell back to her side as she used her other hand to steady the door. Which was swaying. God, was she that drunk?

  Suddenly, the door flew open and she barely had time to get that thing she needed so badly to have, and that was a good look at her long lost husband’s twin, before stunningly, Gavin’s arms were around her.

  “Lisa, hold the fuck on!” Gavin shouted, and she did latch onto his very bare and muscular shoulders with hot, warm skin as he embraced her into his strong athletic body, so like Travis’, but so different too.

  “What?” she squealed, feeling as if the floor beneath her was shaking.

  Then Gavin pressed her into the inside doorjamb with his body tight against hers, while his big hand forced her face into his neck. He smelled like man and Irish Spring. Hot tears welled behind her closed eyes as she clung to him, smelling like Travis, who was gone over two years.

  “It’s nearly over,” Gavin’s voice growled into her ear.

  Gavin’s voice was uniquely his own bass rasp of tones and not at all like his twin Travis’ voice, which had been mellower. Travis was, or had been, more metro to Gavin’s rougher edges. She’d always thought of Travis as being domesticated by a good woman, while Gavin wasn’t.

  “What’s over?” she asked, muttering against his hot flesh and really doing it so she had a legit reason to taste him. Then she nearly moaned at the feel and taste.

  Gavin’s arms tightened around her. “The quake, buttercup.”

  She was quaking … quaking down to parts of her body that shouldn’t be quaking. Parts she should be appalled and disgusted were quivering … and dampening. She could feel her breasts hugged to the tough ridges of his chest. Her club dress wasn’t much. Strapless. Low. She’d been going for slutty and achieved it with five-inch heels that allowed her to press her lips to Gavin’s neck.

  “Needed to see you,” she whimpered.

  “Fuck, not that again.” Gavin’s growled voice sounded irritated and disgusted. Yes, he should be, she was so bad. “You’re going to punish yourself for it too afterward, aren’t you?” he demanded to know.

  Then he pushed away from her body and the doorjamb, to glare down at her as her head fell back against the inner doorway. She squeezed her eyes shut as she filled her senses with him. She always felt bad after this need to just see him — the brother who looked so much like Travis. She felt guilty as if she’d sinned or was evil or something.

  “Shit, I can see you are.” His breath growled over her and she could smell the light hints of smoky spice and whiskey. That wasn’t like Travis, because Travis never drank whiskey or smoked cigars.

  “Travis, you shouldn’t smoke, baby ...” she started to say, with her eyes closed, when suddenly her body was jerked forward.

  “Fucking-A, buttercup.” Her eyes flew open. Oh no. It wasn’t... “I’m teaching you right now who I am,” Gavin snarled.

  Gavin dragged his ex-sister-in-law into his darkened loft. The small earthquake must have been bad enough to mess with the electricity. However, he had a real fire in the fireplace burning and it gave him enough light to bring Lisa’s curvy figure over to one of his slat-backed dining room chairs.

  He’d sworn to himself, if she came to him just one more time, he was going to do this. Screw it if she was his sister-in-law; she was still a woman. A drop-dead gorgeous and fucking attractive woman, who was throwing her young life away on a memory. And it was a flawed memory. Travis had not been her fucking golden knight. She didn’t know it and he wasn’t going to tell her. But he was going to make her see him and not his twin Travis, when she looked at him.

  Lisa had thick and wavy hair, falling past her bare shoulder blades. It was the color of a red dusk. The miniskirt she was wearing barely covered her exceptionally rounded ass. Lisa had booty. Ripe womanly curves and the cups of her strapless dress barely covered her large, firm breasts. For a second, he was pissed she was out wearing what she was barely wearing without him on her arm.

  Oh, he wanted her in the sexy attire … he just wanted to be beside her when she was. With that thought riding him, he used her high heels against her, by tugging, until she toppled off them and her lush booty hit the chair. He appreciated her mini-skirt’s rise, to nearly show whether she had on panties or not.

  “Gavin, I’m sorry!” Lisa exclaimed, and he could hear the edges of drunkenness in her words.

  She never came to him sober and after tonight that was fucking changing too. He swept her luxurious hair off her bare shoulders with his fingers running down to her wrist afterward, which he caught and held. In the dim light he was certain she’d failed to notice the neck ties he had tied to the chair, but he saw her emotive shudder as he stroked down her bare arm. She was ready — as he known she’d been for a long time. But he’d been fighting it. She was his sister-in-law.

  Now he didn't give a shit. He was going to release her through bondage. Her wrist was tied a second later and she tugged it. Maybe if she hadn’t been drunk, she’d have caught on sooner. But it wasn’t until he had her other wrist tied to the back of the straight-backed chair that she exclaimed.

  “What are you doing? Let me go!”

  He ignored her, instead watching the healthy jiggling of the top mounds of her creamy-fleshed breasts, which were threatening to spill out of her strapless mini dress. Fuck. As she struggled with her wrists, her dress inched downward to nearly expose her nipples and he could see the top of one pink areola as he knelt before her.

  “Gavin,” she whispered fiercely as he grasped her bare leg and he stroked both his hands down to her ankle. Drunk, she forgot her wrists were tied and he knew she thought he was making a play. “W-What are you doing?” she slurred, looking deep into his eyes, while he tied her slender ankle to the chair.

  “You wiggle much more, I’ll see your pussy,” he grated lowly.

  Her eyes widened and her full lips pursed, but her body stilled. ”You can’t say that to me,” she expelled.

  He tugged her other ankle, spreading her thighs open on the chair, until he could see her panties. They were white. That messed with him for a second. Virginal, white panties. But they weren’t virginal — they were tin
y and he bet they were a thong. He tugged the knot tight.

  “Gavin!” she squealed. “You’ve-you’ve tied me. What the hell!”

  He grasped her knees and pushed them open. Yeah, fucking tiny thong and he knew it was wet. That meant wet for him.

  “Yeah, sister-in-law, and there’s fucking nothing you can do about it,” he growled. He grabbed the tie on the top part of the leg of the chair and tied it around her right knee, holding her thighs open wide.

  “Are you crazy? Are you trying to rape me!” she cried.

  “If you can rape an orgasm from someone, then yeah, sis, I’m raping you.”

  “Don’t call me that!” she screamed. He sneered at her, tying her other knee, while she struggled enough to move the chair. “I’m not your sister anything!”

  He stood and looked over his bondage. In the firelight she was a fucking wet dream. “Glad we got that straight, buttercup.” He leaned down to her nose as she panted fury at him. “I’m not your relation anymore,” he hissed into her face. Then he straightened again as she fell silent, looking at him like he was an alien.

  “You think you know me, Lisa. I’m nothing like you think. I’m not fucking Travis or anything like him.”

  “I never said ...” she started to whisper.

  “You think it!” he interrupted with a growl. “You think a lot of fucked up things,” he continued. “But right now, buttercup, I’m taking your thinking away.” He emphasized “your.” Then he said, “You’ve got no choice in this. No thinking. You can only be a woman.”

  Lisa panted so heavily she realized the top of her dress was about to lose its hold on her breasts. Then Gavin would see them. She twisted her wrists but couldn’t move them much as he moved behind her. What was he doing? This was totally blowing her mind. Everything he was doing seemed blazingly sexual. And she’d never had that from him before.

  “Oh,” she gasped as her right breast slid free and cool air washed over it. Embarrassment heated her cheeks as she tried to close her thighs but couldn’t. She couldn’t do anything!

  “Nice breast,” Gavin’s low voice said behind her. She quivered as hot sexual feelings whoosh into her core, while her pussy started aching in a crazy, needy way. “Hard nipple,” he said next, and she hissed a sound of arousal that she couldn’t contain.

  Suddenly, his hand was circling her throat and he pulled. His grip compelled her neck to arch. Then arch further back, until the top of her head pressed into his … hard erection.

  And her other breast popped free.

  He. Was. Hard.

  For her?

  “Gavin,” she whispered with her lips pointed up his body. He held her and she’d never felt anything as possessive in her life.

  “Yeah, baby?”

  He held her throat in his warm unyielding hand and she knew he looked down on her bared breasts. “Y-You like this?” she asked, in the little voice allowed by his hand clasped so possessively over her throat.

  “You can fucking feel I do, Lisa.”

  God, when he said her name it brought her back to the reality he was her ex brother-in-law, not just some man to her woman. “B-Bondage?” she asked, quivering and disbelieving.

  “Yeah,” his voice rumbled. A quake rushed through her. “You feeling it, Lisa? You got no choice. I’m doing it.” She nodded, squeezing her eyes with unknown feelings. “You’re free, baby,” his husky rough voice offered her.

  She barely heard that last part, but it quivered through her as if she’d been possessed and the entity had left her body. Then her moan followed and it sounded very aroused and needy.

  “Yeah, baby,” he growled low, bending down to her ear. “I’m going to make you come, buttercup.”

  His lips pressed to her ear, and a whimpered, “Please,” escaped her.

  “Then I’m going to let you go, baby,” he continued, with his fingers beginning to stroke her throat. “If you come back though, then I’m going to tie you up and fuck you, until you come on my cock.”

  “Oh God.” She knew she was pleading with him, the sound thick in her voice. What she didn’t know was what kind of release she was pleading for. All she knew was she couldn’t stop him because her wrists, knees, and ankles were bound as his hands moved down her throat to her collarbone. His fingers spread out slowly and she forgot to breathe as he bent over her more, pushing his erection harder into the top of her skull, then his hands covered her bare breasts.

  “Gavin.” Her body bowed upward pushing her breasts more into his hands as her nipples spiked and burned against his palms. Something about being bound helpless against her reaction was intensifying it. The fact it was Gavin with his hands on her bare breasts was blowing her mind.

  “That’s it, buttercup. Push your needy tits into my hands. Fuck, your breasts are big, Lisa. So fucking sweet.” He squeezed her breasts up into his fingers, as if trying to cover his hands over them, which he couldn’t, while she squirmed on the seat and felt shocking aches attack her sex, then wet her pussy with a gush.

  She moaned long, hoarsely, and so aroused that she was instantly embarrassed. “I can’t!” she started to cry.

  “Fuck that,” he growled. “You are!” On the word “are,” he plucked the hard spikes of her nipples, which were jutting outward.

  She squealed, thrashing in her restraints. He did it again and again, until she was moaning and panting. “That’s it,” he uttered next to her ear. He plucked harder, and she whimpered. “You’re mine,” he urged. Then he twisted both tautly swollen tips and she mewed.

  “Gavin, please,” she gasped.

  His hands came back, warming her breasts as he groped them heavily, while he spoke. “Please what, buttercup? Please touch my wet panties. Please lick my hot pussy. Please, brother-in-law, make me come.”

  “Oh!”

  Her head thrashed with the top of it sliding over his erection, while his hands deeply groped her breasts and her sex ached fiercely. The alcohol was surely intensifying her reaction and maybe it was making her not care about the illicitness, because her need for release was taking over her body and being bound was making it so hot, she’d turned molten with arousal and desire.

  “Please, Gavin,” she whimpered.

  His body moved, backing away from her head, and then his mouth was on her lips. Passion, heat, and fire swept through her, urging her lips into frantic motions on his firm mouth. Upside down he caught her top lip and sucked on it as she moaned harshly, while twisting in her restraints. His tongue stabbed deep into her mouth and she sucked on it frantically, moaning, while his fingers continued to pluck her jutting, hard nipples.

  God help her, she wanted him to touch her pussy. She needed him to touch it. She only had words and her mouth to move him. As she kissed him torridly, she pleaded, “Gavin, my clits so hot. Gavin, please. Let me have your cock, baby. Gavin, please, please.”

  “Whose cock you want?” he growled against her mouth. Twin tight plucks of her nipples brought a near passionate screech out of her throat, then she cried. “Yours, Gavin, yours. Your cock.”

  “Not Travis?” he asked harshly as his lips left off roughly kissing her.

  She wailed. “No!”

  Gavin stood back watching Lisa pant and thrash against his bondage. Her heavy, naked breasts lunge as her hair whipped wildly around her and her ass tried to hump her hips upward for release. But of course she was imprisoned. His need to know she wanted him and she was aroused for him and she was begging for his cock, made him crueler. Perhaps. But he didn’t give a fuck. If she came back … it would be for him and no semblance of fucking Travis.

  He grabbed handfuls of her hair and tugged her head back, arching her beautiful throat as she panted with her lips bruised and red from his aggressive mouth. Her tits rose with her nipples torrid. He knew his tugging of her hair hurt, but what he got was an aroused mew from her.

  He could never be certain with any woman, but he was beginning to think Lisa was made to be his bound plaything. He kept his hand tight
on her hair as he went for her crotch. Just feeling the clingy dampness bucked his cock in response. He fucking wanted inside her. But he was going to win over his cock’s lust. The passionate moaning sounds his sister-in-law made dug straight into his blood as the little space she had to move from being bound brought her mound up into his hand.

  He tugged her hair, making her whine. “Hot pussy,” he uttered, and he pulled at the top of her tiny white panties.

  Lisa heard the ripping as her body heaved with need, and Gavin tore her thong from between her thighs. It was so hot, she felt like she was on the edge of an explosive climax.

  “Oh baby, baby,” she cried. “Touch me.”

  “Who?” Gavin demanded, as he tugged her miniskirt up to her waist, baring her completely.

  “Gavin, please,” she pleaded, and it made her so much hotter to beg him. He had her hair like a leash, using it to arch her throat. His control over her was complete and she’d never, never had any man treat her so … oh god, so freaking possessive.

  He released her hair and his hand left her thigh. No! He couldn’t stop! Her head bounced forward and she found him kneeling before her. Her mouth opened and closed like a fish as her bare breasts bounced between them with her heavy breathing. He looked wicked and determined with a lean hard masculine edge. His gaze drilled into hers.

  “My hand.” He put it between her thighs, and she whined a pleading sound in her throat. Her eyes drop to his hand. “Look at me,” he barked.

  Her body jolted and her gaze leaped to his intense gaze. “I want to see every minute as I touch you, Lisa,” he uttered on a low male growl.

  She couldn’t believe he was like this. But her body believed it and it quivered with desire as her brother-in-law slowly put his finger through her sopping wet slit.

  “This what you're looking for, buttercup?”

  “Please, please. I need,” she begged.

  Then his finger slid to her core. One thrust and he was inside her. Her body wanted to bow out of the chair, but the bindings kept her tied in place. Feelings she’d never felt before thrashed through her.