brothers had started to care too.
âI donât,â he repeated loudly enough to be heard down the hallway if his brothers had been listeningâwhich he was certain they werenât. They were too preoccupied. âGod, Iâm going crazy. Do. Not. Go. There.â
Heaving a sigh of resignation tinged with frustration, he smoothed out the sleeping bag and zipped it shut so it would lay flat. Heâd have to wash his sheets eventually; for now, the sleeping bag would do. It was too hot to sleep inside of it, but it would be more comfortable than the old mattress he never had the time or funds to replace; its lumps were hard to ignore. Most nights he was too tired to notice, but tonight, he wasnât tired and they sure as hell would keep him awake.
Pulling the T-shirt over his head, he tried not to think about being the only Garahan presently sleeping alone. His frustration level wasnât at the critical point yet, but he had a feeling the more time he spent around Danielle, the higher it would go. She had curves in all the right places.
Hell, one thought led to another and pretty soon he was hard, hot, and horny. âDamn.â He hadnât had a case of SBS in a long time. Snickering, he remembered the first time Tyler used the phrase when they were teenagers and it had been especially true; Sperm Backup Syndrome wasnât pretty, and the reason he was so grouchy lately. The need to find a willing woman speared through his insides, twisting his guts and other parts into knots.
Unzipping his jeans, he stepped out of them, leaving them right where he could reverse the movement at first lightâsaved time getting ready in the morning.
Naked and aching, he rubbed his hands over his face. âI canât just ride into town and pick up the first woman I see and ask her to do a little mattress dancing.â
âSure you can,â the devil on his right shoulder said, poking him in the cheek with his pointy, red pitchfork.
âNo you canât,â the angel on his left shoulder insisted, plucking a soothing note on his tiny golden harp.
Man, he was insane. âDamn. Too bad this wasnât the good old days, when a man could do whatever he wanted and damn the consequences.â
But his mama, and then his grandfather, raised him right, and he knew he couldnât or wouldnât even try. Heâd had sex for the sake of release, and while it felt really great at the time, there was just something missing. Then, heâd thought heâd found the perfect woman⦠but it turned out Lori only wanted to be friends. After meeting Danielle and Lacy, he wanted to spend more time with them. Who knew where it might lead?
He crawled onto the bed. With a sigh, he settled on his back, stacking his hands beneath his head. The shaft of moonlight wasnât as wide as it had been before. It was getting late if the moon was moving beyond his bedroom window.
âWomen!â Rolling over, he pushed up off the bed, punched his pillow a couple of times, and settled on his side. Exhausted from a hard day working the ranch, Jesse closed his eyes and tried to will himself to sleep, but the pretty blonde with eyes the color of cornflowers had him rolling back onto his back.
Staring up at the ceiling, he sensed that Danielle was a woman who could take his mind off his troubles, but she wasnât the âletâs get it on and move onâ type; she was the âwhite picket fence and foreverâ type. Closing his eyes, he imagined little Lacy taking a hold of his hand and asking, âWhatâs wrong with forever?â
Chapter 5
âHey, are you sick?â
Jesse ignored the voice and rolled onto his side.
âIf you want this cup of coffee, youâll get your scrawny butt out of bed, Bro.â
The scent of fresh-brewed coffee wafted toward him. He opened one eye and saw his older brother standing by the bed, holding two steaming mugs. âWhy
âI donât,â he repeated loudly enough to be heard down the hallway if his brothers had been listeningâwhich he was certain they werenât. They were too preoccupied. âGod, Iâm going crazy. Do. Not. Go. There.â
Heaving a sigh of resignation tinged with frustration, he smoothed out the sleeping bag and zipped it shut so it would lay flat. Heâd have to wash his sheets eventually; for now, the sleeping bag would do. It was too hot to sleep inside of it, but it would be more comfortable than the old mattress he never had the time or funds to replace; its lumps were hard to ignore. Most nights he was too tired to notice, but tonight, he wasnât tired and they sure as hell would keep him awake.
Pulling the T-shirt over his head, he tried not to think about being the only Garahan presently sleeping alone. His frustration level wasnât at the critical point yet, but he had a feeling the more time he spent around Danielle, the higher it would go. She had curves in all the right places.
Hell, one thought led to another and pretty soon he was hard, hot, and horny. âDamn.â He hadnât had a case of SBS in a long time. Snickering, he remembered the first time Tyler used the phrase when they were teenagers and it had been especially true; Sperm Backup Syndrome wasnât pretty, and the reason he was so grouchy lately. The need to find a willing woman speared through his insides, twisting his guts and other parts into knots.
Unzipping his jeans, he stepped out of them, leaving them right where he could reverse the movement at first lightâsaved time getting ready in the morning.
Naked and aching, he rubbed his hands over his face. âI canât just ride into town and pick up the first woman I see and ask her to do a little mattress dancing.â
âSure you can,â the devil on his right shoulder said, poking him in the cheek with his pointy, red pitchfork.
âNo you canât,â the angel on his left shoulder insisted, plucking a soothing note on his tiny golden harp.
Man, he was insane. âDamn. Too bad this wasnât the good old days, when a man could do whatever he wanted and damn the consequences.â
But his mama, and then his grandfather, raised him right, and he knew he couldnât or wouldnât even try. Heâd had sex for the sake of release, and while it felt really great at the time, there was just something missing. Then, heâd thought heâd found the perfect woman⦠but it turned out Lori only wanted to be friends. After meeting Danielle and Lacy, he wanted to spend more time with them. Who knew where it might lead?
He crawled onto the bed. With a sigh, he settled on his back, stacking his hands beneath his head. The shaft of moonlight wasnât as wide as it had been before. It was getting late if the moon was moving beyond his bedroom window.
âWomen!â Rolling over, he pushed up off the bed, punched his pillow a couple of times, and settled on his side. Exhausted from a hard day working the ranch, Jesse closed his eyes and tried to will himself to sleep, but the pretty blonde with eyes the color of cornflowers had him rolling back onto his back.
Staring up at the ceiling, he sensed that Danielle was a woman who could take his mind off his troubles, but she wasnât the âletâs get it on and move onâ type; she was the âwhite picket fence and foreverâ type. Closing his eyes, he imagined little Lacy taking a hold of his hand and asking, âWhatâs wrong with forever?â
Chapter 5
âHey, are you sick?â
Jesse ignored the voice and rolled onto his side.
âIf you want this cup of coffee, youâll get your scrawny butt out of bed, Bro.â
The scent of fresh-brewed coffee wafted toward him. He opened one eye and saw his older brother standing by the bed, holding two steaming mugs. âWhy
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