Cowgirls Don't Cry(52)

She should’ve known better. She should’ve understood after he’d made love to her so thoroughly that last go around. She should’ve understood when he’d proved his desire for her first thing this morning.

Spooned behind her, lifting her top leg over his, f*cking her slowly while one hand played with her nipples and the other controlled her clit, whispering in her ear with that made-for-morning-sex voice. She came so hard she’d ripped the sheet off the bed.

“Jess? What’s up? You’ve got a scared rabbit look goin’ on.”


“Seeing this forceful side of you…is a bit of a shock.”


“You’ll get used to it.” He smooched her mouth again.

Landon made a noise and she saw him watching them with wide-eyed wonder.

“Hey, buddy, how’s the ear? Better?”


He blinked at Brandt and refocused on the TV.

Brandt laughed. “Thrown over by a cartoon bear. I’m gonna hit the shower.”


Less than a minute later the water kicked on.

Landon pointed at the TV and bounced on the couch cushions when Tigger appeared on the screen.

Animation and cartoons were new to him, if his total absorption in them was an indication. Jessie doubted Landon’s mother used the TV as a babysitter.

Once she heard the bathroom door open, she headed down the hallway, inhaling the steam that held hints of Irish Spring soap and lime shaving cream.

She stopped in the doorway to her bedroom. Ooh. Naked Brandt. The man had such a hard-toned body. All ropy, bulging muscles and pure masculinity. Virility. Luke had been built more rangy than bulky and she’d never appreciated the differences in the male form as much as she did right then.

“Getting an eyeful, are you?”


She let her gaze drop to his groin. “Definitely got more than a mouthful going on there, Brandt.”


“Christ, Jessie,” he sputtered, “that’s—”


“A great idea?” she supplied. “Or shocking?”


“Both, actually. And if Landon wasn’t…” He made a growling noise in his throat. “We’ll finish this later.”


“Actually, that’s why I wanted to talk to you.” She watched Brandt slip on a pair of navy colored boxer briefs. Then a pair of faded Wranglers. “Last weekend you took Landon back to your place. Are you sticking around this weekend now that things have changed?”


Brandt didn’t miss a beat buttoning his flannel shirt. “Do you want us to stay?”


“Yes. I can’t imagine spending the weekend by myself.”


Then he was in her face, kissing her almost before she finished the sentence.

She heard a thump in the living room. She broke the liplock to go check on Landon, and as she turned around, the little wild man smacked into her knees. “You afraid we’re having fun without you or something?”


He tried to hoist himself up on the bed. Soon as she set him on the mattress, he started jumping in his best Tigger imitation.

“You little monkey. Where’d you learn—” Jessie’s head whipped to Brandt when he snickered. “You let him jump on the bed?”


“All kids jump on the bed. Besides, I was there the whole time.”


“What happens if you’re not there? What happens if he sneaks into a bedroom and starts jumping while you’re doing something else? What if he flies off the bed and breaks his neck?”


Brandt snagged Landon around the waist and propped him on his hip, much to Landon’s displeasure.