Somebody's Lover: The Jackson Brothers, Book 1

didn’t come. I didn’t come inside you. We won’t be finished until that happens.”
    He was on the road to rack and ruin, because he knew he’d never be finished with Taylor. He’d crossed a line, and there was no going back to the way it used to be.
    She bit her lip. He wanted to suck it into his mouth, touch his tongue to hers, and rub his cock between her legs.
    “Meet me by the old barn at Miller’s Pond Friday at dark. Eight-thirty.”
    She stared at him. In the heat of the moment, she hadn’t thought ahead to the real meaning of what they’d done.
    “Say yes, Taylor.” He knew how wrong it was, but he wouldn’t allow her to turn back now.
    “Jace, we can’t. If anyone finds out—”
    He shushed her with a look, though he wanted to put his finger to her lips, one more caress to stop her words, to sear his touch into her mind. “No one will know if we’re careful.”
    Doubt clouded her eyes. His heart shriveled. He was her brother-in-law. Worse, Lou was dead because of him. In her mind, now that the conflagration between them had cooled to a simmer, what they’d done held a caste of shame. He was crazy to ask for more. What he’d get was big trouble. But he couldn’t stop himself. “Be there.”
    She shook her head, her eyes dazed with the enormity of what had happened in her kitchen. He didn’t think he even had a fifty-fifty chance of her showing up. But he’d be there, waiting, dreaming, praying.
    He tossed the bag with the faucet onto the front seat, a hand on the truck’s door, and added one final inducement. “And Taylor, don’t wear any panties.”

    * * * * *

    Don’t wear any panties.
    Taylor kept hearing Jace say that in a husky whisper. Over and over. She couldn’t concentrate on Evelyn’s conversation.
    The euphoria had lasted fifteen minutes, maybe less, before the guilt and fear set in. She knew she couldn’t meet him.
    But Lord, he’d tasted good. So good. Felt good.
    She put too much creamer in her coffee and not enough sugar. Did Evelyn suspect anything? She’d tossed about lots of odd, assessing looks. But Evelyn couldn’t know, not for sure.
    Don’t wear any panties.
    She couldn’t get the sound of Jace’s voice out of her head. Lord, the way he made her feel. Like a woman again. Powerful. Wanted. Sexy. Desirable. Things she hadn’t felt in so long.
    But he was her husband’s brother. She couldn’t touch him again. Not that way. She couldn’t hurt this family.
    Jesus Christ, Taylor, Jesus. Her name on his lips as he came, filling her mouth, filling her heart. Lord, he was right. They hadn’t finished what was between them. They’d barely begun.
    And Evelyn was staring at her with another of those assessing looks.
    Taylor knew she shouldn’t. It was insane, risky. She could rip her family apart. But she needed one more taste of Jace. Just one more, then she’d stop. Swear to God.
    “I was wondering if you could take the kids Friday night. For a little while.”
    Her mother-in-law gazed at her, then blinked and said, “Sure. You know we always enjoy having the boys over.”
    Her stomach tied itself into guilty knots. “Thanks. I appreciate it.”
    “Need more alone time?”
    Twice in a week, Taylor had asked. Saturday night, she’d said she needed some alone time. The lie hadn’t set well. This was so much worse because it was Jace. Still, she searched for an excuse. “Actually, I have a meeting with Brian’s teacher.”
    After Lou died, she’d had a lot of teacher meetings. Brian went through a bad time, acting up in school and picking fights with bigger boys. Things had gotten better, though, when Jace stepped in, spending much of his spare time with the boys.
    “Is everything okay?”
    “Yeah. It’s sort of an end-of-year meeting. Like a checkup.” She felt like she was digging her own grave.
    “In the evening?”
    “The teacher will be out of town for the day. He asked me to meet him at 8:30. Is that okay?” Lame, but Evelyn’s reaction to the truth worried her. She didn’t feel comfortable saying she had a date. Let alone that it was with Evelyn’s own son.
    Evelyn sipped her coffee. “Sure. All right. Do you want them to spend the night?”
    If she really had a meeting with a teacher, Evelyn wouldn’t need to take the kids for the whole night. “No. I should be able to pick them up before ten. No later than ten. Promise.”
    “I really don’t mind having them spend the night.”
    “I wouldn’t think of it, Evelyn. You