Somebody's Lover: The Jackson Brothers, Book 1

bottle of water and dug out the sunscreen tube for his father.
    “You hungry?” his dad asked, smoothing a palm of SPF 30 on the back of his neck.
    “I’ll make the run,” Jace offered. The job wasn’t far out of town, so they weren’t packing lunch. “Sandwiches okay?”
    “Sounds good.”
    His brain crammed full of everyone’s preferences, Jace took off, calling in the order so it would be ready when he arrived.
    The moment he set the cell phone on the seat beside him, he started thinking about her. Taylor. Her shimmering hair, her nipples and the way she stroked him with her tongue.
    Like yesterday and the day before, she’d consumed his daydreams. He’d have thought the relief he’d given himself last night would have lessened the tension. Instead, he kept remembering the heat in her voice on the phone. Do it. Now.
    Considering his thoughts of a few minutes before, he should have felt guilty for thinking about her. He was too far gone for that. His guilt over Lou would never be over, but wanting Lou’s wife was a whole different matter. That guilt could be relegated to the back corner of his mind with the simple tactile memory of her mouth taking him to heaven.
    Damn. Just like that, his pants were too tight, and his cock rock hard.
    There was time before the sandwich order was ready. Just enough time. He picked up the phone and punched in the office number, hoping she was working today.
    Taylor answered instead of his mom. He took it for a sign. “What time are you picking up the kids?”
    “One. It’s a short school day.”
    He glanced at his watch. Plenty of time. “Meet me at your house. Leave now.”
    “You know I can’t do that.” She lowered her voice. “And you promised.”
    “That was for Friday. This is for now. Meet me.” He’d beg if he had to.
    She was silent so long, he dredged up pleading words.
    Then she simply breathed her answer in his ear, “Fine,” and cut the connection.
    He didn’t have a condom on him. He doubted she would have one in her bathroom cabinet. For what he planned on doing to her, he wouldn’t need one.

    * * * * *

    Lie number three. Taylor felt awful. Wasn’t that what criminals and addicts did? Said they were sorry, but kept right on doing it?
    “I’ve got a couple of errands to run before I pick up the kids. I’ll take this stuff with me and finish it at home this afternoon while the boys are doing their homework.”
    Her hands trembled as she stuffed papers into her briefcase. Eleven-forty-five. She’d have to leave for the kids in exactly one hour. Lord. She hadn’t had a quickie since before she and Lou were married. Lou always said marriage and babies put a damper on that sort of thing.
    But with Jace? The anticipation was overwhelming, the fear and guilt debilitating enough to make her light-headed.
    “See ya tomorrow,” she called as she barreled out the door. She hadn’t even looked at Evelyn. She felt like she had a neon sign flashing LIAR over her head.
    Lies and sneaking around never did anyone any good. And sneaking around with Jace? She didn’t even want to think about the family’s reaction.
    Just until Friday. It would be over then. They’d have their fill of each other. She’d have her thrill. And things could go back to normal.
    Jace’s truck was in the driveway. She pulled in beside it. Leaving her purse and briefcase on the seat, she raced up the walk to the open front door. She heard water running in the kitchen. Her heart pounded, her skin blazed, and when she saw him standing by the sink, she almost threw herself at him.
    He’d sluiced himself under the tap. Water dripped from his hair down his naked chest. After years working out-of-doors, he was tanned and muscled and exquisitely delicious.
    “I’m sweaty. Want me to take a shower first?”
    He looked good enough to eat. And he smelled of honest sweat, all male heat. And suddenly she was so damn frightened she couldn’t breathe. As much as being near him turned her inside out, so did the fact that the family wouldn’t understand.
    “This is crazy, Jace. You can’t call me up at work like that anymore.” She put her hands to her flaming cheeks. “Good Lord, Jace, you’re Lou’s brother .”
    The sexy smile on his face died, and his eyes darkened. “I know that real well, Taylor. But at least I’m not some hick you picked up in a bar.”
    He’d neatly sliced and diced her to pieces. “Do you have to remind me about that?”
    “Yeah, I do. Because