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Three, he’s a biker. It’s part of who he is, just like his flesh and bones. Those brothers are family to him, more so than hisown family. And I’ve grown to love them as much as he does. But will the club always come first in his life? Is there room for me?
Four, he’s still my husband’s brother. My brother-in-law is not supposed to be prime dating material. Everyone knows that. What would people think? And why do I care? Is it so wrong? Is he so off-limits that we can’t be together and have a future? Will the townspeople point and whisper behind my back, saying, “There goes that Reardon woman—the one who went from one brother to the next.”
Does any of that matter when all I can think about is this man?
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Rebecca—
It’s early morning, and the sun peeks in through the curtains.
I roll over and kiss JJ’s chest.
His fingers thread through my hair, guiding my head where he wants me to go.
I kiss a trail down his stomach and lower.
His hard erection bobs, and I close my mouth around it, moving between his legs.
It doesn’t take him long before he’s thrusting his hips, and when he finishes, I lick up every drop, then trail kisses up to his mouth.
“I’m gonna go make coffee. Want some?” I ask.
“Sure.”
I scoot off the end of the bed and grab one of his flannel shirts from the bedpost, slipping into it, then head to the kitchen.
I yawn and stare at the clock above the sink. It’s almost time to get to work.
JJ comes out fully dressed and presses his body to my back, nuzzling my ear. “That was a nice way to wake up.”
“You liked that, did you?” I reply with a grin.
His hands slip under the hem of the flannel shirt and caress my bare ass. “Maybe we could sneak off for a lunch break, and I’ll return the favor.”
“I’d like that.” I spin in his arms and kiss him.
We hear Bobby and Ed arriving, and JJ glances toward the front windows.
“Guess I’d better get out there.” He gives me a final peck, then steals my coffee and heads toward the door.
“Hey,” I protest, but he just winks at me and gives me that killer grin that makes me melt.
I pour another cup and get dressed. Returning to the sink to rinse my cup, the phone on the wall rings.
Picking up the receiver, I put it to my ear. “Holly Jolly Tree Farm. Can I help you?”
Ten minutes later, I stalk outside to find JJ filling the tree shaker with gas.
He turns and catches my expression, and his smile fades.
“What’s wrong, babe?”
“You’re still thinking of selling? After all the work we’ve done?” I snap, my voice raised.
Bobby and Ed stare at us, then exchange a glance and drift off, giving us space.
Things have been going along so well, and we’ve gotten so close. Maybe that’s why the pain of JJ’s betrayal cuts so deep.
