Page 35 of Jake

A moment later the knock came again, harder.

“They’re not going away,” she said, still not wanting to get up. She’d have to find something to wear, and even then, she was sure there would be no doubt what they’d been doing.

“Stay here,” he said with a sigh. “I’ll take care of it.” His arm around her disappeared and she immediately wanted it back. Aaron pushed himself to his feet, then stepped out the bedroom door.

A moment later the pounding on the door resumed, and she wondered if Aaron had stopped along the way as someone shouted outside.

“I’m not going away until I see someone!” The voice was muffled but still audible.

She heard the door open, then the voice came again, clearer this time.

“Jesus. Put that thing away. Dude. Put some clothes on.”

“You can see someone, what do you want?” Aaron didn’t seem to care that he was naked.

“That sounded like something was wrong. Lurch said to make sure no one was being tortured or kidnapped.”

That screaming she’d heard, had it been her? The scratch in her throat as she swallowed told her probably.

“We’re fine. But you’re not going to come in here and see her.” Aaron’s voice brooked no argument.

“Heather, you okay?” the voice came in a little clearer, as if whoever it was had shouted that last bit.

“I’m good!” she called back, fighting back a laugh at how ridiculous all this was.

“Okay then, I’ll leave you be,” the voice said in a normal tone. “And for Christ’s sake, cover up before opening the door.”

“Don’t come pestering us if you don’t want to see it all.”

“Her I wouldn’t mind seeing, but, dude. I did not need to see your dick. I think I’m scarred for life.”

She heard the trailer door close and lay there still stifling her laughter at the whole situation when Aaron came back into the room. He’d stopped somewhere along the way because his condom was gone. He came up to the bed, gently rolled her to her back and used a wet washcloth to clean her up, then tossed the cloth aside before scooping her into his arms and shifting her over on the bed so he had more room to stretch out beside her.

“What was that all about?” she asked as he climbed onto the bed and lay down behind her.

“I didn’t take you for a screamer, at least not like that, Lynnie.” Aaron’s voice was soft, gentle as he wrapped an arm around her and pulled her against him so her back rested against his chest.

Heather’s face heated, but she wasn’t about to admit that she didn’t think she’d ever made quite that much noise before, at least not during sex.

“That’s what he wanted?”

“Apparently someone thought either you could be being hurt or someone had managed to get onto the ranch and tried to take you. They sent Talon around to make sure neither had happened. They were looking out for you.”

“Why did you open the door naked?” She frowned, she still couldn’t figure that one out.

“To teach whoever was out there a lesson.”

“What if it had been one of the women?” She didn’t like the idea of him wandering around in front of any of them without his pants on for some reason. On top of that, she thought their men wouldn’t like it either.

“They wouldn’t have sent one of the women around to check on you. And a woman wouldn’t have beat on the door like that. Besides, Talon had spoken before I opened the door, remember?”

She frowned and thought back, then remembered the muffled shout that they wouldn’t go away until someone opened the door. “So, you knew it was one of them and chose to ‘scar’ him anyway?”

“Are you scarred?” The amusement in his voice was hard to miss.

“No, but I’m not one of your buddies either. Besides, I got to see you at your best.”

He laughed, letting her know he thought the whole thing was as funny as she did. “He’s not scarred, he’s just an ass. It’s not like he hadn’t seen it before. Communal showers, remember?”

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