Jared: Red, Hot, & Blue, Book 4 by Cat Johnson Read Free Book Online Page B

with Mandy. To be in her and feel it right along with her. His feeling of satisfaction turned into a yearning to have her again…and again.
    He suddenly very badly wanted to be in the nice comfy bed with her. “Hold on to me.”
    She still had her arms and legs clasped around him. She showed no signs of letting go so telling her had been probably unnecessary. He lifted her and walked them both to the bed.
    A bit of maneuvering and the use of a lot of leg muscles and he had lowered her gently to the bed. He even managed to get them there without tripping over his pants, which hung open and low on his hips.
    Mandy finally released her hold on him. That was a bit disappointing. He liked the feeling of her clinging to him. She watched him from beneath drowsy lids as he wiggled the horrid motel comforter from beneath her and pulled it down to the end of the bed. He covered her with the sheet and blanket. Since she had the a/c on high, it was so cold in the room she was starting to get goose bumps.
    Jared had managed to work up a sweat during their loving and now it sat cold on his skin, but he couldn’t bring himself to pull his shirt back on just yet as he watched her in the bed. It was too tempting to strip and crawl in next to her. In fact, after he went to the bathroom and disposed of the condom, he might do just that.
    “Close your eyes, darlin’. I’ll be right back.”
    Eyes drifting sleepily shut, Mandy nodded and snuggled lower under the covers with a sexy little moan that nearly had him jumping her all over again.
    Jared watched her with a smile and then slipped quietly into the bathroom to clean up. On his way there he realized there was not one ounce of anger or tension left in his body. He found it amazing how sex and a good orgasm could do that to a man.
    By the time he returned, she was sound asleep. She looked so young and innocent sleeping. Without all the impatient toe-tapping and finger-drumming, she was no longer the tough-as-nails businesswoman.
    He slid down into the room’s only chair and considered the situation. Bobby had known something sexual was going to happen. Hence the strange condom discussion right before Jared had left the bar. So why the hell hadn’t Jared known they’d end up here like this? He supposed he’d been too angry and yes, too stubborn, to see what was right in front of him.
    The seat of the chair felt awful beneath him, even for hotel furniture. Wondering why he was so uncomfortable, Jared wiggled his butt in the chair and heard a crinkling. He was sitting on something. Jared pulled it out from underneath his ass and glanced at it. It was a folder of some sort. Pigeon Hollow was written in ladylike script across the front.
    Feeling a bit guilty for being nosy, Jared opened it anyway and studied what was inside. Hand-written notes covered a page of lined paper. From what he could decipher, Mandy had taken notes on everyone in town she’d found interesting.
    Skimming the page, he stopped when his own name caught his attention. What she’d written about him had his eyes opening wider. Things like cutie who gave directions at diner, investigate further . And shoot Jared Gordon shirtless as often as possible—hottie!!!
    Even his mother had made the cut for the cast of interesting characters. Mandy referred to her as a likeable version of Martha Stewart . Mac, Delia, even Bobby, referenced simply as The Deputy , were all listed here. Jared’s guard went back up. He didn’t like her researching his town, his friends, his family. Then he found the second list. Provisions for the crew, plans on where they would stay, schedules for taping, possible locations. What she’d said in the bar was right. This project of Mandy’s would fill the diner, and Delia’s Salon, and the Hideaway with much needed patrons.
    He sighed and put the folder open on the desk next to him. His eyes had been opened and taking it all in was a little overwhelming. Mandy was and had always been interested