Page 20 of Ride 'Em Hard
“No. What the hell are you doing here?”
“Nice. Love you too.” She frowns, staring me down. Jenny’s one of those natural beauties with brown hair and freckles. Standing there in her U2 T-shirt, with her faded jeans tucked into her boots and without any makeup, even after having three kids she looks exactly the way she did in high school. “You really don’t know why I’m here?”
I give her a blank stare. How the fuck am I supposed to think when in my head I’m about to fuck Lexi in the ass?
Jenny tosses her hands in the air. She looks like she’s ready to slap me. “I’m doing my laundry, like we talked about. I left a load in the dryer, just thought I’d say hi. But you know what? Forget it.” Jenny pivots and storms down the hall to the laundry room. I set off behind her, because I have to. She’s done so much for me and my brothers. Hell, she practically raised us after Mom died, and I don’t need to deal with my sister’s wrath at the moment.
“Sorry, I forgot about your dryer,” I apologize, keeping my distance behind her and taking a quick sniff of my fingers. Damn, my cock almost jumped.Lexi, Lexi, Lexi.
“And don’t worry,” Jenny snorts sarcastically over her shoulder as she opens the dryer door, “I’ve got someone coming over to fix it tomorrow. By the way, I brushed down Angel for you and put her in her pasture. You’re welcome.”
“Thanks.” And I mean that sincerely. It hasn’t been that long since I left her out in front, and Angel had water nearby, but I’m not used to putting women before horses. I chuckle. Jenny glances up from her crouch in front of the dryer.
“What’s gotten into you?” she asks, tossing dry clothes into a basket on the floor next to her.
“Hmm. Don’t know. Distracted maybe?”
“I guess.” Jenny gives me the once-over, then straightens and places the basket on top of the washer. Ignoring me, she starts folding a pair of jeans.
“You mind if I borrow those?”
Jenny turns to me so fast her head practically snaps off her neck. “Something you want to tell me? I’m not sure my panties are frilly enough for you. Wanna try my bra?”
Fuck. Why did I even ask? “I’ve got company,” I confess. “She could use some fresh clothes.”
“Dang, Chase.” She nods with a trace of a smile. “You’ve got another one holed up in there? Where do you find all these naked women?”
“It’s not like that,” I say, immediately wishing I could take it back. Shit. Now I’ve put my foot in it.
“Ohhhh...” Jenny says slowly, like she knows what’s going on. “That so?” She narrows her eyes, inspecting me for the scoop, no doubt hoping to dig up some morsel of intel to spill to my brothers, which I don’t give. Then she turns on me, laughing. “Where are you hiding her?” she asks, about to take off the way we came.
“Not so fast.” I snag the back of her T-shirt before she gets far.
“What the hell?” Jenny spins, squirming out of my grip with the same questioning eyes I’ve faced forever and a day.
There’s no use hiding anything from Jenny. Not with me anyway. Shane and Ryder can sneak shit over her sometimes, but me? No such luck. Maybe because we’re the closest in age. Shane’s the oldest. I came three years later, Jenny followed me in a year, with Ryder coming in two years after her.
I heave a sigh. “She’s in my bedroom, but you’re not meeting her yet.”
“Another One and Done, huh?” The comment punches me in the gut, although it shouldn’t. One and Done is the name Jenny gives all my one-night stands, and I should just blow it off. It hasn’t bothered me before, but it’s pissing me off now.
Shooting her a glance, I debate all kinds of answers and explanations I have no business contemplating. “Her name is Lexi, and I don’t know what she is just yet.” But she sure as hell isn’t just a fuck.
Jenny eyes me, and we stay in a silent standoff before she relents, apparently satisfied with my answer. “Fair enough. I won’t get up in your business, but you should know Maeve Johnson was poking around my place this morning.” She tosses me a pair of jeans and a shirt. “If she needs shoes or anything else, I have flip-flops and other stuff in the pool house.”
“Did Maeve bring any of her inbred offspring?”
“No, just her. She brought over some extra tomatoes and corn from her garden, pretending to be neighborly, but she’s on the hunt. She kept asking if I knew about some bullshit Ford Fiesta on her land.”
I don’t flinch. “Huh.”
“She said she saw you on her property. I know Maeve was bullshitting me. I mean”—Jenny chuckles—“like you would ever be just hanging around on Johnson property. But I thought I’d give you the heads-up.”
“Yeah, consider me notified.” I don’t tell Jenny the story because the less involved she is, the better. I don’t want my sister getting caught up in any manufactured Johnson drama. What the fuck is such a big deal about a car anyway? People run out of gas all the time. Granted, folks don’t often ditch their cars on a drug farm that’s probably raking in a hundred grand a month, but still, what the fuck is up with these people?
“’K, then. My sisterly duty is done.” Jenny moves to kiss my cheek, but I pull back.
“Thanks.” Not wanting to hurt her feelings, I give her a quick hug, still smelling Lexi all over me.
