Somebody's Lover: The Jackson Brothers, Book 1 by Haynes Jasmine

Author:Haynes, Jasmine [Haynes, Jasmine]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2013-10-11T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

Jace touched Taylor every chance he got. Her elbow as she stepped out of the house carrying the plate of hamburgers. Her fingers as she passed the coleslaw. Her thigh with his as she sat next to him at the picnic table, something he’d engineered.

Connie sniped at her kids, Mitch seemed sullen and uncommunicative, Mom chattered at Taylor’s boys, and David and Dad engaged in a heated discussion regarding the proposed bond measure for sewers to replace septic systems in their water district.

No one noticed as he put his hand on Taylor’s knee under the plastic tablecloth, then slid up to the edge of her shorts. Dangerous, but sometimes women liked a little danger. He slipped down to stroke her inner thigh.

For a moment, she squeezed her legs together, then she stepped on his foot. Satisfied with her reaction, he let go and bit into his burger. Even the simple act of eating made him think of her, his mouth on her sweet pussy.

“Basketball anyone?” David climbed off the bench. “Rina needs practice with dribbling.”

Rina, Mitch’s youngest, was doing fine with dribbling, splashes of mustard down her white shirt and a glob of coleslaw at the neckline. Connie scooped away the offending splotches, then patted her daughter’s behind and sent her after her uncle and grandpa. Mitch followed, as did Jamey and Brian.

“I’ll finish making the fruit salad for dessert,” Taylor said as she lifted her legs over the bench seat and stood.

“I’ll help clean up before I go out and play.” Jace wanted an excuse to trail Taylor into the kitchen.

He stacked plates, heaped silverware, and shoved empty cups into each other. Damn, he felt good. It was pathetic what a little hope could do. And last night on the phone had given him hope. He wanted to hear Taylor moan again, drink in the sound of her pleasure, her hitched breath as she came. He wanted to touch her all over.

Connie dragged two lawn chairs over to the side of the backyard basketball court. “You want to watch, Mom?” she called.

His mom looked at him, then the leftover barbecue mess. “Go ahead,” he told her. “I’ll take care of it.”

She rose slowly, then rested both palms on the table. “Tell Taylor to call us when the fruit salad’s ready.”

Yes. A few minutes alone in the kitchen, a soft word, a touch. Taylor would be crazy, and the salad would be late.

“Sure, Mom.”

Taylor stood at the counter slicing bananas when he entered. “I thought only the grilling was man’s work,” she said without looking at him.

He dumped the load of plates by the sink. “Oh, I think a man’s work is far more than flipping burgers. Especially if he wants to keep a woman happy.”

She gave him a sideways glance, then pointed with the tip of her knife. “Put the cutlery in the dishwasher and throw the plates in the garbage under the sink,” she said, then added, “Please.”

He closed in on her. “I’ve got a better idea. Why don’t I show you my boyhood room?”

“Not,” but she smiled as she said it.

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