Page 39 of Make Me Crazy (Loco, Texas 2)

Jake tried to control the churning mix of anger and shock twisting and turning his insides. “But we’re…”

“Come on man, she told me you guys were just pretending,” Red said.

“She said that?” Which was true, they had been pretending, but Jake didn’t like the casual way Red repeated it back.

But that didn’t make the fact that he wanted her for himself any less real.

“Yeah. Was she wrong,” Red asked him, his look long and searching.

“No, we were trying to get Jay’s attention,” Jake said.

“Okay, good. For a minute there, I thought there might be something really going on,” Red said and his tone rubbed Jake all kinds of wrong.

“Would that be such a bad thing?” Jake snapped.

“Well, we both know you aren’t the long haul kind of guy,” Red said baldly.

“Rand doesn’t need anyone for the long haul. She just needs someone to last the year.”

“Yeah, but could you even handle that? I mean, the longest you’ve been with a woman is five months, and even then you were restless. How are you going to feel about being married to Rand when the newness wears off,” Red asked, his jaw clenched hard and his blue eyes narrowed.

“Jake knew Red was just stating the facts, but it still didn’t stop him from picturing his fist knocking that holier than thou look off his best friend’s face. “You’re monogamy record isn’t much better than mine.”

“Not for lack of trying. Women just seem to cut and run out on me.” Red’s eyebrow hiked up his forehead. “Are you telling me I stepped on your toes and you want to marry Rand?”

“No, of course not. I’m sorry man, I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I think I’m just tired,” Jake said, finishing the rest of his beer. “I’m gonna head home.”

“Okay, Jake,” Red said, his voice sounding tired, resigned..

Grabbing his jacket off the back of the chair, Jake strode out of the bar towards his truck. He needed to take a drive and clear his head.

Chapter Ten

He had been driving around for over three hours, and had come to one conclusion.

He needed to see her.

Pulling up to her house, he climbed out of the truck and made his way to the front porch. She was probably asleep; it was after midnight, but it couldn’t wait.

Banging on the door, he waited, watching as the light flipped on inside and Rand opened the door. She was wearing a floral top with slacks, her hair tousled about her head like she had just been rolling around in the sack.

“Jake? What are you…”

Suddenly, talking was the last thing on his mind.

Reaching out his hand, he tangled it in her hair and stepped into her, kissing her with all the emotions that had been building inside him. When she melted against him, and slipped her tongue a

long his, he reached down, lifting her up by her ass. Her legs and arms wrapped around him naturally as he walked into the house, kicking the door shut behind him.

Dropping her feet back to the ground, he shrugged out of his jacket as he continued to take her mouth, absorbing all the little noises she made as she reached for the bottom of his t-shirt.

Breaking the kiss to pull it off, he tossed it across the room and slid to his knees. Lifting the bottom of her tank top, he nipped, kissed, and sucked on the soft skin of her abdomen. With swift hands he untied the button of her pants and pulled them down slowly, kissing every inch of exposed thigh, pushing the black pants down until they pooled around her ankles.

The only thing that separated him from paradise was a pair of bikini cut panties, and overcome, he reached behind her, gripping her ass and nuzzling her between her legs.

He heard her gasp as he hooked the side of the panties and started dragging them down.

“Jake…” she started to protest, trying to cover herself.

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