Breaking Brent by Niki Green Page B

saw those soft, damp perfect lips latched to her breasts, first one then the other. Shaking her head, she concentrated, or tried to, on the young woman wearing a path in her backyard.
    “Yes!” Jocelyn screamed. “Sorry.”
    Peyton just shrugged her shoulders. As far as she was concerned Jocelyn could yell, scream, rant and rave as much as she wanted to. It wasn’t like anyone was going to hear her out here. Peyton’s cottage sat on the back part of her brother Murphy’s land.
    Murphy wouldn’t care and Kathleen, his wife, didn’t roll over until noon anyway.
    “How does a conversation like that come up this early in the morning anyway? I mean, it’s not like that’s normal breakfast-table talk.”
    “I know. I wasn’t even talking to him to begin with. I was talking to Brent.”
    At the mention of his name, Peyton felt her stomach contract as well as other parts of her body that would not be ignored.
    “We were having a perfectly nice and normal conversation before Jason showed up and put his two cents in. Asshole.” The last word prompted Jocelyn to begin with her pacing again.
    “So he called you a cock tease.” Peyton could believe it. She had known Jason most of her life and knew from firsthand experience that one thing he did not do was mince words. No matter where he was or what he was doing.
    “He called me a tease. I called myself a cock tease, which was what he meant to begin with.” Her steps stopped suddenly and she turned to Peyton. “You don’t think I’m a cock tease, do you?”
    “No,” Peyton said shaking her head. Jocelyn was obviously upset, which would explain why she had appeared at Peyton’s door half an hour ago barefoot and in her pajama’s, shorts and a Longhorn T-shirt. “I think he was just…just…”
    “Just what? Being an asshole?”
    “Probably. He might have just had a bad night.”
    “Yeah, I’m sure. They got to go out and have a rip-roaring time while I stayed at the house covering everything that would stand still with magnolias and tulle. And then, just when I could see the light at the end of the tunnel of hell, Lillian jammed me into a chair and slapped a thousand sponge curlers in my hair, which I forgot about and still had in this morning.”
    “Why did she put curlers in your hair?”
    “I have no idea. Why does the sun shine? Why does the wind blow?” Jocelyn stopped her pacing and plopped her frame in the chair next to Peyton’s.
    “Ok, let’s get back to the reason you’re here to begin with. Jason. Cock tease. Go from there.”
    “That’s where it ended. How anybody can get so upset over something that is none of his business is beyond me.”
    “Well, I might have let my temper get the better of me.” Peyton saw Jocelyn chew at her bottom lip and concluded she had done more than let her temper get the better of her.
    “How’s that?”
    “I might have accused him of being jealous.”
    “Jealous? Jealous of what?”
    “I might have suggested he was jealous that it wasn’t him I was teasing. Not that I was teasing to begin with—”
    “Wait a minute.” Wide eyed and unbelieving, Peyton faced Jocelyn. “You accused Jason of being jealous?”
    “Uh, yeah.”
    “Jealous of not having his cock teased?”
    “Uh huh.”
    “And he got mad?” Peyton could barely contain her laughter and dismay.
    “Well, that and the fact that I might have given his chair a little nudge.” She was holding something back.
    “A little nudge?”
    “A little nudge that caused him to flip it over and landed him on the floor.”
    Peyton’s laughter filled the air. It doubled her over. The thought of Jason taken down by a slip of the girl tickled her to no end. “I would have paid money to see the look on his face.” Holding her sides, she tried her best to control the giggles coming from the pit of her soul.
    “I can give you a pretty good description of it. It is the same one he always has on his face when he looks at me—like he wants to strangle