He heard athud. His train of thought was sidetracked by Justice toeing off her boot. Her smile should have been enough warning, but he still had to ask, “What are you doing?” She didn’t show any sign of a lack of confidence as she reached for her shirt and dragged it over her head. He choked on his saliva at how firm and inviting her breasts looked in the lace bra. He could see the outline of her erect nipples through the fabric, and he had a powerful urge to suck each beautiful breast until she screamed his name.
After all, she was laying out a feast for him.
Mind your manners, Jinx.He shook his head, jarring his wayward thoughts back on track. She stared back at him as if he’d just missed a cued response.
One corner of her mouth lifted. “They’re only breasts, cowboy. Something tells me you’ve seen a few in your lifetime.”
Not like those I haven’t.“There’s nothingonlyabout either one of them.” He was grateful he didn’t stutter over his words.
“Those Wranglers won’t come off by themselves,” she said with a promising smile. She shimmied her jeans down her legs and tossed them with her foot. She faced him, hands on hips. “Well?” She wore rose-colored panties that had big bows at the hips like a Christmas gift ready to be unwrapped.
Realizing he probably didn’t have a choice, he kicked off his boots, undressed down to his boxers, and decided it might be best he left something on to hide the fact that his cock was as hard as the tip of the mountain.
“The last one in is a rotten skunk.” She raced down the grass toward the water’s edge, and he settled his gaze on her jiggling bottom. He wanted to clamp his hands on her ass cheeks.
His cell phone buzzed in his jean pocket, and he started to reach for it when he heard a loud splash.
Justice was waist-deep in the water, and her bra and panties were nicely transparent. How was he going to manage to stay in control?
The cool water helped release some of the tension below the elastic of his boxers. But the second she dipped under and came up, water droplets falling down her body, her heavy breasts bobbing, he thought he might burst. He walked out a little further.
“So now you’ve been initiated.” She waded through the water, getting closer to him. She stood and droplets of water cascaded down the ends of her hair onto her bare shoulders. “Back in the day we had to wear bathing suits. Daddy would have flipped his lid if we didn’t.”
“Do you always follow Sam’s rules?” Jinx cocked a brow.
“Hardly ever.” She laughed and allowed her hands to glide atop the surface of the water.
“Didn’t think so.”
“He has lots of rules and rarely follows them himself.”
“Well, he has earned the right.”
“Spoken like a true man,” she said impudently.
“I just know what the man must be going through.”
“Really? Curious, would Ilene be upset that you’re here with me?”
“No, why would she be?”
She tossed the ends of her wet hair over one shoulder. “I would be. I mean, if you were mine.”
He realized that somehow there had been a miscommunication and Justice thought Ilene was his girlfriend. “Ilene is my—Ilene?” He had to blink twice to make sure he was seeing clearly. Standing on the bank was his sister. He’d said her name and she’d appeared.
What was in that whiskey?
“Oh shit,” he muttered.
“That’s Ilene?” Justice asked.
“That’s her. All five-foot-one of fuck around and find out.” What the hell was she doing there? And how the hell did she know where he was? He started walking toward the bank, thankful that the second he saw his sister his body went as limp as an overcooked noodle.
“Isn’t she a bit young?” Justice said to his back.
“In her mind, she’s turning thirty,” he grumbled. By the time he reached Ilene, she was tapping her foot against the dirt, her arms crossed over her chest.
Ness burst into the clearing, hair matted to her forehead with sweat and her breathing labored. “I’m getting too old for this. I told you to wait up, Ilene.” Ness saw Jinx and she gave a nervous laugh. “Sorry, Jinx. It was either bring her here or she would sneak out at night and come here to see you. It appears she lacks patience.”