Ghostwalker 05 - Deadly Game

got all night to learn what you like best."

Chapter 20
    Feeling drowsy and entirely satisfied, Mari woke to find herself wrapped in Ken's arms.
    His body was tight up against hers, his erection pressed against her buttocks. She couldn't believe he could possibly be hard again and ready, but the thought excited her. He had ridden her throughout the night, over and over, his voice growling rough orders in her ear, his hands every bit as demanding as his mouth and body, as if he could never get enough of her. She didn't want him to ever get enough. Before she could move, stroke her palm over his tempting hard-on, his soft laughter tickled her ear.
    "Get the hell out of here, Briony. You're such a brat. We're sleeping."
    "You've been sleeping for hours. I want to meet my sister."
    Mari's heart pounded, but she couldn't look up, didn't dare. Her mouth went dry and her stomach rolled.
    "Jack! Damn it. I'm naked in here and this is just wrong. Your woman has no sense of propriety."
    "Stop being a baby. I'm just looking at my sister, not you, so don't flatter yourself."
    Ken laughed and the sound ripped through Mari like a tidal wave, knotting her stomach with something all too close to jealousy. She recognized the emotion although she'd never experienced it before. Ken didn't laugh that often, but she could hear the easy affection in his voice. He genuinely cared for Briony, and Ken didn't care for that many people. It had never occurred to Mari that she might be jealous of another woman – especially when that woman was her pregnant sister.
    Ashamed, she took a deep breath to calm herself. Life was happening too fast for her.
    She had wanted to see Briony her entire life, yet now, faced with the reality, she was frightened. Mari forced herself to look up, to smile, to pretend her heart wasn't thudding in her chest and that one wrong word, one look of disappointment wouldn't crush her – destroy her.
    Briony was short, with platinum and gold hair. She wore it a little longer than Mari, a little softer style. It framed her face and called attention to her large, dark eyes. She had an obviously rounded tummy, but the rest of her remained slim. Mari stared at her sister, astonished at how much they looked alike, yet how different at the same time. Briony was everything she was not. Soft. Feminine. It really showed. Even her body was subtly different, and it had nothing to do with the pregnancy. She had softer curves, where Mari's muscles were small, but defined.
    Briony seemed to be having trouble looking at her, keeping her concentration on Ken.
    "You're so lazy. Get out of bed, Ken. I waited and waited."
    He threw a pillow at Briony. "You didn't wait long enough. And look at you! Your tummy is bigger than a beach ball."
    Briony threw the pillow back at him. "That's not what a pregnant woman wants to hear.
    Get up and bring my sister out to me now !" Her gaze shifted to Mari, tears swimming in her eyes. She choked back a sob and turned and ran from the room.
    Ken shifted Mari so she was facing him, her breasts pressed tightly against his chest, his thigh flung carelessly over hers, pinning her beneath him. "You're trembling, sweetheart.
    You didn't say a word to her and she said nothing to you. Talk to me."
    She shook her head. "She's perfect. You know she is. She's so feminine."
    Ken bit back his first reaction and bent his head to her breasts. His teeth tugged and teased, tongue sliding over her creamy flesh. "You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, Mari. Surely you can't think she won't like you?"
    She shivered and cradled his head to her. He made her feel beautiful and wanted. Staying in bed with him seemed her only recourse. "I've never been so scared of meeting anyone in my life."
    His mouth burrowed between her breasts, blazed a trail of fire up her throat and chin to the corner of her lips. "You'll do fine. Take a quick shower and we'll go together. I'll be right there with you."
    Her body was deliciously sore. She stretched languidly, sliding against him, skin to skin, loving the feel of him against her. He gave her the courage she needed to take ahold of life, and this was her most important day. Briony had been so important to her. Mari had made her into a fantasy. Everything she had ever wanted to be – everything she wanted to have, to do – Mari had imagined it all for Briony. Mari had nothing but a stark, cold, much disciplined life, and she wanted the world for Briony.
    Her arms slipped around Ken