Chapter Twelve
West
I leave the bedroom with fire in my veins and need pulsing low in my balls.
I’m hard as a fucking rock after smelling her arousal in the air, seeing her sex toy still glistening with her juices.
Fuck. That about killed me. I haven’t dared move since she threw me out, because I’m not sure I can.
If I move from the wall, I’ll follow her in there, bend her over the bed and use that damn toy on her myself.
So I breathe deeply, squeeze my dick through my jeans—that suddenly feel two sizes too tight—and throw my head back against the wall.
I’m trying real hard not to picture her in the shower, soap covering those fucking luscious tits and sliding down over her pregnant belly to pool in the nest of curls between her legs.
Is she a natural blonde, does she shave or wax?
Fuck. I cannot be thinking of my best friend’s pussy.
Oh, but I am. The scent of her in that room?
Fuck me. I could come in my pants just inhaling her. And now I’m harder than ever.
I clear my throat, let out a deep breath and walk to the front door, sticking my head around the doorjamb so my brothers can’t see my boner.
“What’s the hold up?” Wyatt says.
“Daisy is ... indisposed.”
“What the hell does that mean?”
“Yeah, come on, brother,” Wade frowns, bouncing impatiently in the backhoe seat. “We don’t got time to sit around here all day while you play house with the pretty blonde inside.”
“Just give her a damn minute,” I snap. “Just give us all a damn minute.”
“What the hell happened inside?” Wyatt asks.
“Nothin’.”
“Sure don’t sound like nothin’.” Wade waggles his brows.
“Shut the fuck up,” I gripe, and head back to the hallway.
Leaning against the wall, I close my eyes and concentrate on my breath, but I feel like jumping out of my skin just to get to her.
I’m so focused on breathing, I don’t notice her opening the door, or coming down the hall until she’s right next to me.
“It’s all yours,” she says nervously. Her gaze meets mine, I can feel the yearning from both of us.
I dart out my tongue to wet my lip, because I’m fucking thirsty after what I just saw and smelled, and goddamn do I want a taste.
I want to take her in my arms so fucking badly it hurts, but I can’t.
Instead, I push off the wall, certain she can see my rock-hard dick, and I turn to face her.
“Thanks.”
“I’m ... mortified.”
I lean in, a little closer than I should and her fucking strawberry shampoo makes me want to rip her clothes off and fuck her right here.
I’d start by dropping to my knees and eating her greedy little cunt until she’s gripping my hair and squirting in my mouth.
But I don’t do any of that, because we’re friends. Just friends, and friends don’t fuck.
I tuck a loose strand of wet hair behind her ear. My voice is thick with gravel when I say, “You shouldn’t be. We all got needs, darlin’. Knowing you touch yourself, knowing you use whatever the fuck that thing is—it’s hot as fuck, Dais.”
I walk by and push into the room, my eyes scanning the newly stripped bed and the spotless nightstand.
Fuck. I’ll need a little playtime when I get home, and it won’t be with Ham in the yard.
I head to the window and unlock it, sliding the sash up.
My brother’s wait outside the room, Wade still seated in the backhoe and Wyatt stands on the ground below.
He’s already roped up several tree limbs so we can easily remove them.
“Oh my god, finally,” Wyatt says.
“What the hell, brother?” Wade scowls. “You and your lady sit down for a spot of tea before you opened the damn window?”
“No. Dumbass.”
“Well, what the hell happened? What was going on in there?”
“None of your fucking business.” I do not need them riding my ass right now, and thank fuck they can’t see my boner on account of the windowsill, or I’d never live it down. “Are y’all ready to do this, or do you wanna keep busting my balls?”
“Maybe someone already did,” Wyatt jokes.
“Shut up.”
Wade grins like a lunatic and reverses the backhoe as Wyatt climbs the tree with the chainsaw attached to his belt.
Once Wyatt is in position, he starts securing branches with the rope before cutting them, and Wade and I help lower them to the ground with a simple pulley system to avoid causing damage to Daisy’s house.
The better part of the tree is gone in three quarters of an hour, and Wade uses the digger to pull up the stump and the dead root system with it.
After filling her little shed with enough firewood for two winters, we load the remaining logs onto the truck. I’m just locking it up as Daisy comes outside. “Oh my god, you guys. I can’t thank you enough.”
“It’s nothing.” I shrug, but I don’t miss the eye roll and exchange between Wade and Wyatt. “Right, boys?”
“Yes, ma’am.” Wade agrees. “Totally nothing.”
“Barely even broke a sweat,” Wyatt says with his hair still dripping from propping himself up in the tree.
Daisy grins, “Well, I hope you worked up an appetite, because I have cobbler fresh out of the oven.”
I shake my head. “Oh, we don’t wanna—”
“I’m starved,” Wade says exuberantly. “Ain’t that right, little brother?”
Wyatt dares a grin at me, and then his face turns serious as he faces Daisy, as if he’s a starving child during the great depression. “Famished, ma’am.”
“Uh-huh.” I frown and wonder why the hell I didn’t just remove the damn tree on my own.
“Well, come on in then,” Daisy says. I stare down my brothers as they walk by me and follow her inside.
“Best. Fucking. Behavior,” I hiss to their backs. Wade’s shoulders rise and fall as if the bastard is chuckling at me. At least they know to take their boots off before they march inside and ruin her pretty pink rugs.
In the kitchen, I hang back while the boys take a seat at her breakfast table.
Something about it feels right, even though I’m pissed they’re here and Wade is sitting in my seat.
Daisy looks up at me as she serves my brothers food, and my heart skips a beat when her pretty brown eyes lock onto mine and she smiles like she knows I’m dying inside.
“You gonna sit down, Cowboy?” Daisy asks quietly.
“Yeah ... cowboy,” Wade kicks out the seat opposite him. “Why don’t you take a load off?”
“Why don’t you pretend you weren’t born in a barn for once and quit kicking furniture that don’t belong to you?” I snap.
Wade actually looks embarrassed. “Sorry, ma’am.”
“It’s fine,” Daisy says, scooping a large helping into my bowl.
“Besides, that’s Daisy’s seat,” I say. Wade’s brows shoot skyward. Wyatt chokes on his food and thumps his chest. I turn away from the fucking circus that is my family and face the cabinets. “I’ll get the glasses.”
“Thanks,” Daisy says around a mouthful of cobbler.
I pull four glasses from the shelf and set them down on the table, then I pour each of us a cup of her sweet tea.
Wyatt reaches for his glass first and I practically growl at him.
He retracts his hand and pouts like a struck pup.
Daisy’s watching our exchange with rapt attention, and I wonder if she’s wishing she had a sibling, or thanking her lucky stars she didn’t get stuck with brothers like mine.
“No wonder West spends all his time here,” Wyatt says around a mouthful of dessert. “If I ate like this every day, I would too.”
“You boys are welcome any time.”
“Nope. They’re not,” I say. Daisy laughs. Wade and Wyatt laugh. I don’t laugh. “I’m serious.”
“You just want all this sweet cobbler to yourself.”
“Yeah, or you two couldn’t be trusted to remember your manners unless I’m here to slap you upside the head.”
“He says around a mouthful of dessert,” Wyatt mutters.
I love my brothers, I really do, but Daisy is a lady. She’s sweet and kind and would give anyone the shirt off her back just to keep them warm. Wild Winchesters are not what she needs.
It’s bad enough that I’m setting tongues wagging in Red River Canyon by spending nights and bogarting all her time.
She don’t need to be dragged into our mess.
Especially if there’s someone out to get us.
I should leave her the hell alone, but I couldn’t stay away if I tried.
I don’t want to, and I think everyone but Daisy can see it.