Desire Too Hot To Handle: The Bad Baker Boys: John's Story by Brooks Tonya

Author:Brooks, Tonya [Brooks, Tonya]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Tonya Brooks
Published: 2015-03-31T16:00:00+00:00

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While Brett dusted the Wrangler for fingerprints, John started leading Cyn over to his truck. "What are you doing?"

"Taking you home," he said as if that should be explanation enough.

Cyn pulled her hand free and stopped. "I'm not leaving my Jeep here."

"I'll have Matt tow it to the garage," he said and reached for her hand again.

Cyn sidestepped out of reach. "For what?"

"To make sure that psycho didn't tamper with it," John said and held onto his patience.

"He never has before," she said in exasperation that he was already going overboard.

"You said he was escalating," he reminded her and took her hand in his. "Not taking any chances, darlin'. From now on you ride with me."

"John, you're taking this way too far," she protested when he opened the passenger door.

"Get your sweet ass in the truck, Cyn."

Cyn was not going to let him walk all over her. Yes, she knew she needed his help, but he wasn't going to smother her with it. They needed to come to an understanding right now. "I will not," she flatly refused and slammed the door shut.

And that was the sound of his patience snapping. John took two steps forward until he had her body pinned between him and the truck. He placed both hands beside her head and leaned down to her face to growl, "Not playin' right now, darlin'."

"No, you're just being ridiculous," she glared right back up at him and refused to be intimidated. Although this aggressive side of him was sexy as hell and her thong was already soaked.

Icy blue eyes narrowed like lasers on hers. "Third and final mistake," he growled and yanked the door open again, fully intending to toss her ass in the tuck whether she liked it or not.

"What the hell were the first two?" Cyn demanded as she placed her hands on her hips and refused to budge an inch. John was going to listen to reason like a rational adult even if she had to whack him over the head with her shoe. Yeah, that sure sounded like an adult discussion.

"You didn't tell me that a psycho was after you," he accused angrily.

"I didn't think there was a reason to," she admitted in irritation. "He wasn't supposed to follow me."

That did not placate John at all. His woman was in danger and she didn't trust him enough to help her. That just pissed him off. "You think I can't protect you," he all but growled.

Her eyes widened at that. "No, that's not..." the protest died in her throat when he stepped back, ripped the shirt over his head and all those gorgeous muscles were on display in the bright sunlight. Her thong was totally drenched now.

"Don't let the image fool ya, darlin'. These guns ain't for show," he said in a tone as menacing as his expression as he flexed both arms and every muscle group individually from chest to abs and back up again. "Didn't get this body playing an axe. Pop drug my ass out of bed five days a week to pump iron and train.

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