going to stay under the covers.” Brady walked further into the room.
“I’m getting back into bed. I had just gotten up to, um…” She let it hang.
“Right. Well, back into bed with you. I don’t want you to catch another chill.”
Brock pulled the cover back so she could pull her legs back into the bed. He caught a glimpse of her pretty pussy and had to close his eyes at the sight. It didn’t help. His imagination took over just fine. With a growl, he pulled the covers over her and proceeded to tuck them around her. When she looked deep into his eyes with her blue ones, Brock lost it. He took her head in his hands and kissed her. He didn’t just kiss her. He ravaged her mouth.
He burrowed his tongue into her mouth and pillaged. She moaned but didn’t try to pull away. Instead, her hands came up and wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer. His tongue dueled with hers as she explored his mouth in turn. Her fingers soon slid into his hair, and her nails raked his scalp. He reveled in it. She wanted him as much as he wanted her. She couldn’t deny it.
When he pulled back, she gasped for breath, panting along with him. Her eyes were a drowsy shade of blue now and half closed. Her lips—plump, well-kissed lips—slightly parted. She looked like a woman who’d just been loved and loved well. He leaned back in and kissed the tip of her nose.
“Brady is on his way up with breakfast.” He heard the stomp of boots on the stairs.
Her eyes went wide and she started to rub a hand over her lips. He grabbed her wrist to stop her.
“Don’t.” He wouldn’t let her feel guilty over kissing him.
Brady walked in and took one look at the two of them and smiled.
“Brock, yours is downstairs. I’ll be down in a minute to eat with you.” Brady didn’t take his eyes off of Jeni.
He walked over and plopped the tray onto her lap and then leaned in and kissed her as big as you please. Brock could have laughed at the expression on her face if he didn’t think she’d get pissed off. Her eyes were wild with uncertainty, and they darted back and forth between him and his brother as if waiting for one of them to break out into a fight. He added to her predicament by kissing her again.
“I’ll see you downstairs.” He left Brady to feed their baby girl.
He was half finished with his breakfast by the time Brady made it downstairs. He wore a grin the size of a Montana sky. It was obvious he had gotten in a few more kisses before he left.
“Did she eat anything or just play kissy face with you?” Brock teased.
“She ate everything but the bacon and toast. They still hurt her throat.” Brady raked the remnants of her breakfast into the garbage.
“How did she act after I left?”
“Scared. I didn’t let on that I knew what was going on when I walked in.”
“She likes us both. That’s half the battle,” Brock said.
“Yeah, but getting her to understand we both want her—together—is going to be the hard part.” Brady sat down with his plate piled high.
Brock rinsed his plate off and added it to the dishwasher. Then he poured another cup of coffee and sat back down. They needed to talk and make some decisions. Most of which involved the little redhead upstairs in their bed.
“I’ll stay with her this afternoon while you go out and make the rounds. So far we haven’t lost any of the cattle. The horses look good. Sunfire’s wound is fine, no signs of infection. Tornado might need a little extra hay. He’d eaten all I put out last night,” Brock said.
Tornado was one of their bulls. The other one was Riptide. He continued filling Brady in on the farm news. When he realized Brady wasn’t really listening, he shook his head.
“I think tonight we should both work on her some. Not enough to scare her but enough so she knows we aren’t going to rip into each other for kissing her.” Brock watched his brother’s brows lift.
“I’m all for that. She kissed me just fine after she had kissed