Chapter 1
Blake
I slam the door closed behind me as I enter my brother Ty’s home, making his wife jump. Her hand flies to her chest, and her mouth drops open in surprise. She shakes her head at me then lets out a sigh. Everyone in the Jennings family is loud in some way. We’ve never been a quiet bunch.
“Little early to be mad,” Mary-Jane says, going back to cutting something on the kitchen counter.
The smell of bacon and eggs fills the room and makes my mouth water. But she’s right. It is too early to be as fucking pissed as I am. I’m more than pissed. I’m walking around in a state of agony and there is only one person who can fix it. And she won’t give me the time of day.
This was the fourth morning in a row I’d woken up from a wet dream about her. This time it was of her riding me. Digging her nails into my chest as she took her pleasure and moaned my name. I had a vision of her dark hair, usually in a tight braid, spilling free and falling around her. I watched it bounce with every glide of her hips down on my cock.
“Fuck,” I mumble, trying to push the thought from my head as my cock comes to life. It can’t be normal for a guy to walk around like this. I’m constantly rock hard, and it never seems to ease. The smallest thought of her and he’s throbbing, begging to have her. It’s driving me fucking insane with need. It’s eating at me, and I’m starting to feel like I’m going to crack. I don't know what will happen when that time comes.
Mary-Jane rolls her eyes when what sounds like a bull comes stomping down the hallway. My older brother fills the room, and he’s sporting a pissed-off face, too. I’m sure we look identical in our frustration.
“You fu-freaking knock when you come in here. You had no clue if my wife was even dressed,” Ty barks, pointing at me.
I have to stifle a laugh at the correction of his own curse word. No one curses more than my brother. Well, like he used to. Now that their little boy, TJ, is here, Ty is trying to clean up his language. It’s not working out so great.
“And you.” He turns to look at his wife, who places her hands on her hips, clearly not intimidated by Ty in the least. Even if he is easily double her size. “Why was the door unlocked?”
“I fed little TJ out on the porch swing early this morning. When he fell back asleep, I put him back down,” she tells him tartly.
Ty walks over to her, picking her up and placing her on the counter before stepping between her legs.
“I didn’t even feel you get out of bed.” He says it so softly I almost don’t hear it.
“’Cause you’re not sleeping. You work this farm all day, then you try to get up with me for feedings.”
“I worry about you getting worn out,” he tells her.
“The only one getting worn out is you. I’m fine, Ty,” she tells him as he drops his head to hers and gives her a kiss.
I stand there and watch, so jealous my teeth hurt. I’ve always been the laidback one in the family, and now I feel like a live wire is shocking the shit out of anyone I come near. I never thought Ty would be the first one out of us to get married. Dolly’s still a little young, so I’d always thought I’d be the first. Hell, before Mary-Jane showed up, Ty couldn’t even get it up, compliments of a bull-riding accident a few years previous. I’m starting to wish I had the same problem. I never have any blood left in my brain with it all in my dick. Maybe that's why I always come across as an asshole, when before I was always the coolest of the Jennings.
Then there’s Trace. He doesn’t even know women exist. The only thing he looks at with doe eyes is food. Has been that way as long as I can remember.
Now me, I always knew I wanted what our parents had. But I didn’t think that was possible. I’d never met a woman who even sparked an interest within me to head down that road. Not until the day I saw Luciana and I knew she was it. She was what I’d been waiting for. She
Blake
I slam the door closed behind me as I enter my brother Ty’s home, making his wife jump. Her hand flies to her chest, and her mouth drops open in surprise. She shakes her head at me then lets out a sigh. Everyone in the Jennings family is loud in some way. We’ve never been a quiet bunch.
“Little early to be mad,” Mary-Jane says, going back to cutting something on the kitchen counter.
The smell of bacon and eggs fills the room and makes my mouth water. But she’s right. It is too early to be as fucking pissed as I am. I’m more than pissed. I’m walking around in a state of agony and there is only one person who can fix it. And she won’t give me the time of day.
This was the fourth morning in a row I’d woken up from a wet dream about her. This time it was of her riding me. Digging her nails into my chest as she took her pleasure and moaned my name. I had a vision of her dark hair, usually in a tight braid, spilling free and falling around her. I watched it bounce with every glide of her hips down on my cock.
“Fuck,” I mumble, trying to push the thought from my head as my cock comes to life. It can’t be normal for a guy to walk around like this. I’m constantly rock hard, and it never seems to ease. The smallest thought of her and he’s throbbing, begging to have her. It’s driving me fucking insane with need. It’s eating at me, and I’m starting to feel like I’m going to crack. I don't know what will happen when that time comes.
Mary-Jane rolls her eyes when what sounds like a bull comes stomping down the hallway. My older brother fills the room, and he’s sporting a pissed-off face, too. I’m sure we look identical in our frustration.
“You fu-freaking knock when you come in here. You had no clue if my wife was even dressed,” Ty barks, pointing at me.
I have to stifle a laugh at the correction of his own curse word. No one curses more than my brother. Well, like he used to. Now that their little boy, TJ, is here, Ty is trying to clean up his language. It’s not working out so great.
“And you.” He turns to look at his wife, who places her hands on her hips, clearly not intimidated by Ty in the least. Even if he is easily double her size. “Why was the door unlocked?”
“I fed little TJ out on the porch swing early this morning. When he fell back asleep, I put him back down,” she tells him tartly.
Ty walks over to her, picking her up and placing her on the counter before stepping between her legs.
“I didn’t even feel you get out of bed.” He says it so softly I almost don’t hear it.
“’Cause you’re not sleeping. You work this farm all day, then you try to get up with me for feedings.”
“I worry about you getting worn out,” he tells her.
“The only one getting worn out is you. I’m fine, Ty,” she tells him as he drops his head to hers and gives her a kiss.
I stand there and watch, so jealous my teeth hurt. I’ve always been the laidback one in the family, and now I feel like a live wire is shocking the shit out of anyone I come near. I never thought Ty would be the first one out of us to get married. Dolly’s still a little young, so I’d always thought I’d be the first. Hell, before Mary-Jane showed up, Ty couldn’t even get it up, compliments of a bull-riding accident a few years previous. I’m starting to wish I had the same problem. I never have any blood left in my brain with it all in my dick. Maybe that's why I always come across as an asshole, when before I was always the coolest of the Jennings.
Then there’s Trace. He doesn’t even know women exist. The only thing he looks at with doe eyes is food. Has been that way as long as I can remember.
Now me, I always knew I wanted what our parents had. But I didn’t think that was possible. I’d never met a woman who even sparked an interest within me to head down that road. Not until the day I saw Luciana and I knew she was it. She was what I’d been waiting for. She
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