Southern Admirer (Southern Loving Book 2) by Ava Thorn Page A

patted his leg. “What is this? What is
going on between you and that young woman?”
    Taking the bottle from Shay’s mouth, he proceeded
to burp her. “I have these feelings for this woman that I shouldn’t have. Her
bother is Benjamin St. Clair.”
    “Your partner’s sister?” Margie said shockingly.
“Nephew, you are playing with fire. I don’t understand anything about this
younger generation. Isn’t there some type of guy’s codes you supposed to obey?”
    “Aunt Margie, only dogs obey.” Shane handed the
baby over to his aunt. Bracing his arms against his knees he looked at his aunt
who been his confidant for years. “After witnessing the miracle of childbirth,
it made me appreciate Jasmine.”
    “You’re falling in love with her. Don’t try to
deny it Shane McBride. I noticed how you and she gazed at each other adoringly;
the love between you guys radiated from every pore in ya’ll’s bodies.”
    Shane shook his head, he didn’t want to hear about
love emitting from the both of them. “I’m going to go check on Jazz, are you
okay with Shay?”
    “That’s a crazy question, I reared four kids plus
you on the weekends,” Margie said as she gently rocked Shay back and forth.
“Shane?”
    “Yes,” he said, turning back around before making
his way into the hallway.
    “Are you guys having sex?”
    Margie wasn’t the type of woman to hold back on
her words. “Aunt Margie that is none of your business.” Shane blushed.
    “Well son, unless you want this little princess to
have a brother or sister in nine months, I suggest you stop having sex unless
you want Irish Twins.”
    Shane stood there for a moment to soak in the aunt
comment regarding Irish Twins. He was thirty-three years old. Most of his
friends and old classmates already had houses full of kids running around not
to mention his sister Liz had one child and already working on her second. When
he got married to Sarah, they were supposed to have children running around the
house barefooted and screaming at top of their lungs.
    Like any normal couple they pushed it back,
because at the time Shane’s military career came first, then when he got out
and joined the police force, that’s when their marriage started to experience
the seven year itch. Not because they lacked communication problems or
infidelity it was because his wife was bipolar. There were days where Sarah
didn’t take her medication. He would have to come to constant fighting, she was
this ticking time bomb and anything was liable to set her off. It was like
going home to Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. He was so tired of his lifestyle at home
with Sarah, the day he asked for a divorce was the hardest decision he had to
make. Shane could no longer help Sarah, who believed there was nothing wrong
with her.
    “I’ll be back,” Shane said. Walking down the
hallway he knocked on Jasmine’s door. Opening it slightly, he could smell white
calla blossom body wash emitting from the bathroom. Going further into the room
his eyes traveled to the crumple with sheets on the bed that was evidence of
their afternoon lovemaking. His cock hardened just thinking about Jazz being
beneath him and how her body responded to him. Stepping into the hot bathroom,
Shane saw her in the white claw bath tub with her eyes closed and head leaned
back against the pillow.
    “Is this your habit McBride?” she asked.
    The bubbles covered her delectable, brown figure.
Licking his lips he tried to focus on why he came into the bathroom. “I
didn’t…come in here to re-enact events from earlier.”
    “Really,” she laughed. Opening her eyes, Jasmine
looked down at his pants. “You have a woody…yep it looks like it growing by the
second.”
    Shane couldn’t help but laugh with Jasmine, her
laughter and smile was infectious. “I wanted to talk, that’s it.”
    “Last time we talked,” she waved her hands to
emphasize her point, “ended up in bed.”
    “Do you regret that?”
    “No…I’m afraid I