Stick by Stephanie Brother

Author:Stephanie Brother [Brother, Stephanie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-03-13T06:00:00+00:00

Chapter SIXTEEN

Stick

I don't know how I feel about seeing the guy I have such convoluted history with. But I know I don't care for the way he's looking at Scherri one fucking iota. Like he's the wolf and she's the innocent little lamb. The fucker cups both hands around hers so she's trapped in his grasp and I want nothing more than to slap him away from her. I've never been a jealous guy, or particularity possessive but now, no one touches my girl.

“Put her down, Jacket,” I half growl at him. “You better come in the house.”

Is it my imagination that Scherri's falling for that bastard's charm?

“Does my fame precede me?” he asks her, when she catches on who he is, always a smart cookie.

“I might have mentioned you in passing,” I put in, not allowing him to initiate some flirty conversation with her.

“Yeah? Stick and me have got some backstory,” he tells her.

“Oh,” she murmurs, so we both look down at her mouth rounded into a perfect O, so delectable. The kind of delectable you want wrapping your dick. “You call him Stick too.”

“Yeah, on account of that whacking great big monster in his jocks.”

“Jeezus, Jacket,” I grit out, wondering whether I could deck him right here on the walk, in front of Scherri's mother still standing at the door.

“Sorry, Dude. Inappropriate talk in front of your sister,” he says with that shit-eating grin directed at her.

I open my mouth to correct him on the issue but Lyndsey is eyeballing the three of us with heightened suspicion so I leave it for a later date.

We head up the steps to the porch and Jacket saunters along, his hands shoved down in his pants pockets. Lyndsey looks at us like we've just rolled in shit and walked into her house, until Jacket turns his magic on her.

“This is a friend of mine from the service,” I inform her. “We were in Syria together.”

He extends his huge hand like a Prince at a royal banquet and clasps hers.

“Jack Ettsy at your service, Ma'am. Big Stick never told me his mother was young enough to be another sister.”

That smarmy bastard knows how to win women over in a few words and Lyndsey is no exception. It's not only the shaggy hair and beard, the eyes firing out tempting desire and the body you know is built for riding and being ridden. Sinful pleasure exudes from every pore of Jacket. If there was a poster boy for sexy, Jacket is it.

“Why, thank you.” All the irritation slips from Lyndsey's face and her hand flies up to smooth her already impeccable hair. “And I hope you'll stay for dinner.”

“That's very kind. I'd be delighted to spend more time with you and your family.”

The way he says 'you' for sure makes her believe she's the only one he wants. I don't know how that bastard does it and so long as he keeps his attention off Scherri, I don't give a fuck.

“Why don't you

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