Parker didn’t seem to mind. He eased back, his grin huge. “Oh, yeah?”
What the hell. She’d already shown them how small-town she was at heart. “Outside, earlier, I thought those were flukes. But they’re not.”
“Well, you haven’t thoroughly tested that theory yet.” Dale whispered those words in her ear, so of course, she had to turn her head to face him.
He combed his fingers through her hair just above her right ear, cupping that side of her head. Then he kissed her. Wild and wanton, wet and wonderful, Dale Benedict’s kiss took her right to the edge of the cliff. She felt drenched in passion. Her arousal turned edgy and sharp.
Over and over his tongue dipped and swirled, leading hers in a sensual ballet. She drank him down as if parched for him.
He lifted his head, and she mewed, but then Parker turned her, laid his lips on hers again, and down she went once more.
Drowning in them, going down for the third count.
Thought evaporated as Dale laid sweet kisses and tiny licks along the side of her neck. Her tongue caressed Parker’s, his flavor invading her blood stream. Cocooned between these two men, Jenny melted, becoming boneless…and very needy.
A tiny sound emerged from her throat. One hand reached for Parker, the other for Dale, and her fingers trembled even as she stroked their chests.
“Let us?” Dale’s hand was on the top button of her blouse, rubbing back and forth. Then Parker lifted his lips for a second.
“Yes.” She wanted a bit more. It occurred to her, in the vacuous chamber that used to be her brain, that if their kisses were the best ever, then what else they could give her might be the best ever, too.
She suddenly, absolutely, desperately had to know.
Cool air caressed her naked breasts. Jenny blinked because that had been fast. Then moist heat surrounded her left nipple as Dale began to suckle. Parker turned her face to him, and his mouth devoured her own. Arousal, hot and compelling, filled every inch of her body, awakened every nerve ending from the top of her head clear down to her toes.
Dear Lord, even my toes are horny!
Her right hand wrapped around Parker’s neck, and her left one rested on Dale’s head. He suckled her breast while Parker continued to kiss her, and Jenny began to shake.
Both men eased their seduction, weaning her with slow, sweet, tapering kisses.
“Easy, sweetheart.” The men worked together to fix her bra and her blouse. Then Parker scooped her onto his lap and held her snugly in his embrace. Dale slid in, his right arm over the back of the sofa, likely so he could be closer, while his left hand caressed her legs that now rested on him.
She felt surrounded in their heat and care, even as that sharp edge of arousal began to settle down to an easy hum.
“Woman, we came so close to losing control. You’re dangerous.”
Parker’s declaration should have made her mad as hell because, on first impression, he was blaming her for their inability…Jenny exhaled and let that thought go.
“I think we’re dangerous together. A little more smooching and we’d have gone up in flames.” They didn’t call it “chemistry” for nothing. At least now she understood how people could lose control.
“That’s the damn truth.” Dale took hold of one of her hands and brought it to his lips. He kissed it then rubbed his thumb over the spot, as if he could massage his kiss right into her bloodstream.
“Let’s just sit and snuggle for a few minutes, baby.” Parker placed a sweet kiss on her head. “I don’t know about you, but I don’t think my legs can carry me just yet.”
“I know exactly what you mean.” She didn’t think hers could carry her, either.
“In a little while, we’re going to escort you home,” Dale said. “Parker will ride shotgun in your car—unless you want to give him the keys—and I’m going to follow.”
She opened her mouth to protest, but Parker gave her a bit of a squeeze. “Not negotiable, sweet Jenny. It’s night, and late. We’ll see you safely home.”
Jenny sighed. “Okay.” She snuggled into both of them, laid her head on Parker’s chest, and closed her eyes. Handsome, considerate, buff, completely appealing, and totally alpha. Times two.
Jenny figured her poor heart didn’t stand a chance against these two Montanans.
* * * *
The invitation to Sunday supper really hadn’t been a surprise. He and Parker had been in Lusty for just over a week. They’d both hoped they’d get a chance to see Grandma Kate. It had been a quite a few years since they’d had that pleasure.
Uppermost in Dale’s mind, as his brother pulled the truck into the driveway, was the story Ari had told them earlier—about the time, not long after she’d started seeing Cord and Jackson, that she’d been faced with a man and a gun and how she’d been rescued by Grandma Kate.
There had been other tales told as well, but that one had stayed with Dale.
“The stories they’ve told us shocked me,” Parker said. He parked the truck beside the other vehicles taking up space in the parking area at the Big House. “When we got here and found out Grandma Kate was still leading a busy, active life, I was surprised. But to hear the rest?”
“I know what you mean. The last time we saw her was at Grandpa Benedict’s funeral. We were kids, and she seemed old then.”
“Hell, Mom and Dad seemed old then.” Parker shot him a sly look.
Dale wouldn’t be outdone. “They still do.” He laughed along with his brother, but then he sobered. “Maybe old is more a matter of attitude than it is a matter of years.”
“You’re a smart man, brother,” Parker said.
His brother’s praise pleased him. Dale clapped him on the shoulder and, with him, headed toward the porch and this supper with some of his Texan aunts and uncles—and, of course, Grandma Kate.
He didn’t recognize the blond woman,
