Since Simone had started at Sky Blue six months ago, she wasn’t aware of Jessie’s history with the McKays, Brandt in particular. Which hadn’t been all bad, because Simone saw her as Jessie, her work pal, her sometime barhopping buddy. Not as that-poor-young-widow-Jessie-and-isn’t-it-a-shame-her-husband-ran-around-on-her-all-the-time phrase the locals used to describe her. She shuddered to think what other description had been added since Landon’s appearance.“That’s it? No shirt?”“No shirt. And if you think he’s drool-worthy in Wranglers? You oughta see that perfect butt and those muscled legs in the flesh. Not to mention how awesomely buff his chest is. Totally lickable. I’ve known him for four years and I had no idea the man had pipes like that.” This was the fun part hanging with Simone; she could say whatever popped into her head and Simone didn’t judge her for it. Simone didn’t consider Jessie too sweet or too innocent looking to have such lewd thoughts or call bullshit on Jessi
As she waited for the next play, she realized it’d been ages since she’d goofed around outside with no real purpose. Likewise, Brandt, Tell and Dalton worked in the great outdoors every day, no matter what the weather did, so they tended to stay indoors when they finished for the day.Maybe the sunshine and crisp air had brought out her melancholy. But it bolstered her spirits to see these three banding together outside of the hours they spent working on the ranch. It hadn’t always been that way, due to Casper’s tendency to pit his sons against each other, so at least one good thing had come out of Luke’s death.“Stop chasin’ butterflies, Jess, and pay attention,” Tell shouted right before he threw her the ball.She yelled, “Crap!” but somehow managed to catch the football. Then she took off.Behind her came a loud oof as her teammate tackled one of his brothers, but she didn’t stop to see which one, because guaranteed, the other one was chasing her.She’d almost reached the goal line
“Gourmet meal?”He grinned. “Spaghettios. And canned peaches for dessert.”“Tempting, but I wouldn’t want to intrude.” She crouched down by Landon and straightened the seam on his footie pajamas. “So, I’ll leave the books here, but tomorrow night, I’m thinking we’ll start having story time before bed. Does that sound good?” When she smoothed his damp hair from his brow, he looked at her with those enormous blue eyes. Then he crawled closer and held his arms out for her to pick him up.Definitely gonna break my heart, kid.She planted a kiss on his sweet-smelling cheek before handing him to Brandt and going home.Jessie was surprised to see Brandt’s truck pull in the next day around noon. She hung the bucket on the fence and walked to his rig as he finished carting Landon’s stuff into the house.“What’s going on?”“My mom’s cousin died yesterday. Of course, my dad has refused to take her to the funeral in Nebraska. And since she doesn’t want to go by herself—”“You volunteered.”He rub
“Keely McKay? We hung around for a while during dart league season last year.”When the woman’s eyes took on a mean glint, Jessie realized this bar wench probably knew more about Luke’s nocturnal activities than she did. “No. You used to come in with your husband. Luke, right?Although I’ll admit he came in by himself frequently.”“Yeah, well, I doubt he’s been in recently since he’s dead.”Brandt stilled next to her, shocked by her smartass response.Jessie was sick of feigning ignorance about Luke’s blatant infidelity. Better to go on the offensive than to cower in the corner because she’d done that for years and she was finished with the timid routine.But Francie kept digging for dirt. “So is this your son?” she asked sweetly.“No. But he is Luke’s son. My dead husband’s secret love child, who I had no idea existed until recently. And yes, I am taking care of him while his mother cleans up her act in jail.”Francie was dumbfounded, not only by Jessie’s tart response, but by the bi
“Maybe last night when I was up walking the floor with him at four a.m. I considered loading Landon up and driving to your house.”“I can imagine.”While she struggled—Brandt sensed she wanted to say something—just for a second, he closed his eyes and pretended this was a normal night in his life. A sweet, sexy wife to come home to. Supper on the stove. A cold beer nearby. As the phantom life teased him, he inhaled slowly. The scent of her shampoo drifted into his nose, filled his lungs. The scent was hard to place—a mix of fruit and honey. But beneath that aroma was the undeniable heady scent of Jessie. Which was better than any perfume in the world.“Brandt.”“Mmm?” He let his thumbs sweep across the muscles between her shoulder blades.“You said ‘backing out of this deal’.”“And?”“And what am I getting out of this deal?”That snapped him out of his fantasy lickety-split. “What do you want?”“I don’t know yet. But I’m thinking about…some things.”Brandt angled just a little closer.
He couldn’t stop himself from sweeping her hair from her face, then gently running the back of his knuckles from her temple to her chin. This woman who’d given so much, wanted to give more. “No. This was for you. I did it because I wanted to, Jessie. I enjoyed it, but I don’t expect anything in return.”Her eyes softened. So did her body.As much as he wanted to stay…That was his cue to leave.Brandt scooted backward on his hands and his knees until he was off the bed and his feet touched the floor. “I’ll get up with Landon tonight if need be.”“Thank you.”“Get some sleep. See you in the morning.”He made it to the door before she said anything.“Brandt?”“Mmm?”“How did you know my ticklish spots?”“I didn’t. But I sure do know them all now.”She laughed, a little huskily, and said, “Oh, you don’t know all of them.”Damn. Was that…suggestive?“Goodnight.”As Brandt tossed and turned on the couch, he replayed every second of their interaction. Twice. At the end of the third dissectio
But Brandt flinched. “Jessie that’s not—”“True? Yes, it is. Yet, I know you would’ve tossed me a pity fuck if I’d asked.”That shocked him. But he recovered quickly. “You sure?”“No. I’m not sure of anything. Except I can’t get you out of my head since you’ve moved in. All that mundane household shit that oughta be boring and I hated doing by myself? I look forward to doing it with you. Even when you’re driving me crazy with lust.”“Crazy with lust?” His dark eyebrows winged up. “That’s a stretch, ain’t it?”His skepticism might’ve sent old Jessie scurrying to her room to hide. But new Jessie soldiered on.“Every night after you get out of the shower and the scent of your shaving cream drifts out of the bathroom I fantasize about you rubbing your face and that scent over every inch of my skin.”Surprise and something else like…desire flashed in his eyes, which spurred her to keep going.“Sometimes when you’re talking to me? I’m so busy staring at your mouth, imagining your kiss that
What a rush, seeing Brandt’s take-charge side. In the last week she’d been thinking a lot about the kind of lover he’d be. And thank God sugarcoating his demands wasn’t his style.She barely got a peek at his cock before he commanded, “Hands on my thighs.” He grasped the base of his dick in his right hand and rubbed his cockhead across her lips. “Open.”Jessie let her eyes drift shut in anticipation of tasting him, of pleasing him, of pleasing herself by admitting how much she wanted this, wanted him.His gentleness during the slow glide across her lips, over her teeth and across her tongue, surprised her. As did the loving way he framed her face in his hands, sweeping his thumbs over her hollowed cheeks up to her temple. “Beautiful.”The musky, salty, utterly masculine flavor filled her mouth and zoomed straight to her core.His gentleness vanished without warning. He held her head tightly, angled her neck and rammed in fully so the base of his cock rested on her bottom teeth.She op