interest.
Oh no, no, Jed. What are you doing?
To her shock, he wrapped his arms around her and right in
front of Terr Sommers, God almighty and her aunt Bree, he swept her up off the
floor into his arms and kissed her like there was no tomorrow.
Her lips felt bruised and possessed as he let her toes
gently hit the floor again.
She fought for sanity. Wow, would she give him a piece of
her mind. “I’ll walk you out. Back in a minute, Terr.”
When they were standing in front of Jed’s truck, the door
open and shielding them from any onlookers, she tore into him. “What do you
think you’re doing talking to Terrant like that? This is my store. Mine. ”
“Whoa, whoa, lady!” He had his hands up. “You think I asked
that of him to take over your job, your store, your project? No. I did not.”
Arms akimbo, she lashed out at him. “The words were one
thing. But that kiss showed possession. What else could it be?”
“You don’t realize yet, do you, the nature of this town?”
“What? The town? What are you talking about?”
“The number of men.”
“Yes. I saw that in the demographics when I did my research.
I heard what you had to say about the ratio the other night. That has nothing
to do with what you just said and did.”
“The hell it doesn’t! Half the men over age eighteen are
bachelors.”
“So that means you assume because we’ve sle—” Glancing
about, she lowered her voice. No one was around, but she wasn’t taking chances.
“Because we’ve been together for the past two and a half days that you own me.”
“Never want to own you, baby.” He moved a step closer. “Just
need you to know the nature of the town. The men who are married, stay married
and—”
“The divorce rate is nearly zero. Big deal. But why act like
a male polecat with my carpenter?”
“Because Terrant Sommers is single. Looking for action. A
woman. And I had to do something to show him I have a claim on you.”
“You have no such thing, Jed MacRae!”
To which he picked her right up in the air, pressed her
against the body of his 4x4 and kissed her like she had no hope of ever coming
up for air. Or finding any other man in town halfway attractive.
When he let her down to the ground minutes later, her lips
stung. Her body ached. And her mind screamed for some relief from her quandary.
To take Jed at his word—or to break it off now, before he and his brothers
tried to dominate more of her than her body. Before they wanted her
independence.
He thumbed her lower lip. “You belong to the MacRaes. We
have staked our claim.”
“That kind of arrogance gets you nowhere with me,” she shot
back.
“It already did get us somewhere. Inside that juicy little
pussy of yours. Inside your mind. And, baby, know this about us MacRae boys,
you’ve got us wrapped around your little finger too. So we are not about to
stop fucking you until we all four agree where this is going.”
“Where this is going is nowhere. I will not be ordered
around. Or claimed. Or—” She waved a hand toward the shop. “Or portrayed as
chattel.”
He sputtered. “I have chattel. Believe me, you aren’t among
them. Never could be. Never will. And I hear what you’re telling me and I
understand your point. It won’t happen again. Promise.”
She glared at him, unused to men who admitted they had made
a mistake.
“And the only way for you to see if that’s true is to come back
to me. To us. So here.” He picked up her hand and slapped a slim black box into
it. The box had a dial pad on it like a telephone keypad.
“What in god’s name is this?” she blurted, her fury still
sparking, her ego smarting.
“The keycard for the Rocking M main gate.”
“What for?” she shot back at him. “If you think I’m coming
out there Friday night so that you and your brothers can ride roughshod—”
“I promised I wouldn’t. Harry and Will won’t either. Come
Friday night at five. And you will use this to let yourself in.”
Oh no, no, Jed. What are you doing?
To her shock, he wrapped his arms around her and right in
front of Terr Sommers, God almighty and her aunt Bree, he swept her up off the
floor into his arms and kissed her like there was no tomorrow.
Her lips felt bruised and possessed as he let her toes
gently hit the floor again.
She fought for sanity. Wow, would she give him a piece of
her mind. “I’ll walk you out. Back in a minute, Terr.”
When they were standing in front of Jed’s truck, the door
open and shielding them from any onlookers, she tore into him. “What do you
think you’re doing talking to Terrant like that? This is my store. Mine. ”
“Whoa, whoa, lady!” He had his hands up. “You think I asked
that of him to take over your job, your store, your project? No. I did not.”
Arms akimbo, she lashed out at him. “The words were one
thing. But that kiss showed possession. What else could it be?”
“You don’t realize yet, do you, the nature of this town?”
“What? The town? What are you talking about?”
“The number of men.”
“Yes. I saw that in the demographics when I did my research.
I heard what you had to say about the ratio the other night. That has nothing
to do with what you just said and did.”
“The hell it doesn’t! Half the men over age eighteen are
bachelors.”
“So that means you assume because we’ve sle—” Glancing
about, she lowered her voice. No one was around, but she wasn’t taking chances.
“Because we’ve been together for the past two and a half days that you own me.”
“Never want to own you, baby.” He moved a step closer. “Just
need you to know the nature of the town. The men who are married, stay married
and—”
“The divorce rate is nearly zero. Big deal. But why act like
a male polecat with my carpenter?”
“Because Terrant Sommers is single. Looking for action. A
woman. And I had to do something to show him I have a claim on you.”
“You have no such thing, Jed MacRae!”
To which he picked her right up in the air, pressed her
against the body of his 4x4 and kissed her like she had no hope of ever coming
up for air. Or finding any other man in town halfway attractive.
When he let her down to the ground minutes later, her lips
stung. Her body ached. And her mind screamed for some relief from her quandary.
To take Jed at his word—or to break it off now, before he and his brothers
tried to dominate more of her than her body. Before they wanted her
independence.
He thumbed her lower lip. “You belong to the MacRaes. We
have staked our claim.”
“That kind of arrogance gets you nowhere with me,” she shot
back.
“It already did get us somewhere. Inside that juicy little
pussy of yours. Inside your mind. And, baby, know this about us MacRae boys,
you’ve got us wrapped around your little finger too. So we are not about to
stop fucking you until we all four agree where this is going.”
“Where this is going is nowhere. I will not be ordered
around. Or claimed. Or—” She waved a hand toward the shop. “Or portrayed as
chattel.”
He sputtered. “I have chattel. Believe me, you aren’t among
them. Never could be. Never will. And I hear what you’re telling me and I
understand your point. It won’t happen again. Promise.”
She glared at him, unused to men who admitted they had made
a mistake.
“And the only way for you to see if that’s true is to come back
to me. To us. So here.” He picked up her hand and slapped a slim black box into
it. The box had a dial pad on it like a telephone keypad.
“What in god’s name is this?” she blurted, her fury still
sparking, her ego smarting.
“The keycard for the Rocking M main gate.”
“What for?” she shot back at him. “If you think I’m coming
out there Friday night so that you and your brothers can ride roughshod—”
“I promised I wouldn’t. Harry and Will won’t either. Come
Friday night at five. And you will use this to let yourself in.”
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