“On who she was. If she wasmygirl…I wouldn’t have to think about it. The answer would be a huge fuck no. I don’t share. But a random hookup, maybe.”
I shrug and her breath hitches as she spins in my direction, her nose brushing my cheek, forcing me to move back. “I like that,” she whispers, her expression heated until she pulls herself out of it. “Good answer.”
She’s quiet for a beat until she pivots her entire body to face me and crosses her legs, her gaze now full of mischievous wonder.What did I get myself into?“How do you think your brother would react to that question?”
My brother.Fuck.
As if someone splashed cold water over me, I shiver, and any hint of an erection instantly disappears.
“Maybe you should ask him. I’m sure it classifies as ‘keeping things light.’” The hardness of my voice has Jenna’s brows pinching, but before she can sass me, I jump up, needing some space.
“I’m going for a swim,” I rush out, walking away, my chest tight with something I refuse to acknowledge.
She’s here for my brother. For Jack. After hislastletter.
And that means she’s completely off-limits. At least she is to me.
Jenna’s ready to leave after my swim, and we walk back in uncomfortable silence. When we’re home, I lead her through the yard to rinse and dry off, all while pretending she’s someone else. Anyone else. Going as far as cutting her off when she tries to speak, mumbling something about a phone call I have to make.
A lie.
My muscles are tight as I take the stairs, two at a time, and the second I’m inside my room, I groan, proceeding to laugh at myself.
God, I’m a fucking idiot. It’s Jenna. Jack’s Jenna. Jack and Jenna. Their names don’t even work together. But that’s their problem, not mine.
It’s time to fuck my hand, relieve some tension, and move on.
Who flies to another country after getting a dirty letter?
Jenna, apparently.
Grabbing a pair of shorts and a tee, I stalk past Jenna’s room, praying she doesn’t choose this moment to come upstairs. If she hasn’t already.
I need to grab a new shampoo from the guest bathroom then I’ll be on my way, back to the privacy of the master suite where I will remain until Jack gets home.
Which better be soon.
The image of him waltzing through the door without a care in the world has me wanting to knock some sense into him. He's beyond frustrating. I can't believe he left.
I’m once again angry on Jenna’s behalf as I swing open the door, huffing to myself in the process, until…
“Jesus, fuck.” I freeze, midstep. “What are you doing?” Jenna’s in the shower, bent over, her phenomenalnakedass wriggling in the air, begging me to touch it.
She glances up at me from her compromising position and I groan, my cock instantly hardening.
“I’m shaving my legs.” She shrugs.
“I cansee your ass,”I grate, my teeth clenched with the tension coursing through me.
“How else am I going to reach?”
“I don’t know. Lift your leg and plant it against the wall.”
“This is much more comfortable.”
“That’s nice but can you—”
“Why are you here, Mason?”
