questions?
Brendon
took a deep breath, realizing he had to calm down. There was no need to take
out his frustrations on his brother.
“No
idea,” he answered honestly, taking a deep breath and trying to settle his
frazzled nerves. He’d already called her several times, but she wasn’t
answering her phone.
“I
talked to her earlier,” Braydon stated smoothly, causing Brendon to stop
mid-step and stare at his brother.
“When?”
“Right
before I got home. She said she had to run an errand, but then she’d stop by. I
hope she’s got something for dinner.”
Brendon
stared at his twin. Had Braydon been abducted by aliens while he was in the
shower? Since when did Braydon talk to Jessie without Brendon around? Shaking
off the thought, he turned and exited the kitchen. He needed to keep himself
busy, or he’d be overthinking this whole mess he seemed to have found himself
in.
“I’m
gonna take a shower,” Brendon called out as an afterthought before retreating
to his own room and slamming the door behind him.
What
the hell was wrong with him?
Here
he was, completely frustrated with the situation he found himself in, yet he
was getting jealous that his twin brother had talked to Jessie? That was
supposed to be a good thing, right?
He
needed for Jessie and Braydon to get along. There wasn’t much of a choice.
Brendon knew for damned sure that the two of them were able to get along while
they were naked. He’d been witness to that on more than a million occasions.
So
why was it Brendon felt that his life was shifting in a different direction?
Actually, he’d been feeling this way since last May when one extremely popular,
very talented, not to mention seriously fucking sexy, country music star made a
surprise appearance on Mother’s Day.
Cheyenne
Montgomery.
Stripping
off his clothes in a rush, Brendon didn’t even wait for the shower water to
warm before he pulled open the glass door and stepped in. And wouldn’t you know
it, thoughts of Cheyenne had him so worked up that not even the chilly bite
from the water could make his balls shrivel up.
Turning
his back to the water, he thrust his fingers through his hair and closed his
eyes. Once he was good and soaked, he grabbed the shampoo and made quick work
of sudsing up and rinsing off. Moving on to washing his body, he kept his eyes
closed and remembered the last time he’d seen Cheyenne.
Mother’s
Day night, after all the festivities were said and done, Brendon had ventured
out to Moonshiners with his brother and lo and behold, there she was. The famous
country musician had apparently been invited by Travis, and that’s how it all
got started.
But
no matter what happened before, Brendon could not for the life of him get that
woman – or the explosive kiss they’d shared – out of his head. She’d consumed
him mentally. For weeks, he’d thought about her, wondering when she would come
back or whether he’d get the chance to explore what had happened between them.
He relived that kiss in his dreams, only when he was asleep, they didn’t stop
at just a kiss.
The
woman had done a number on him with minimal effort, and he wanted to see her
again.
Only
he wasn’t supposed to want her. Not anymore.
He
had Jessie. Another woman who had stormed into his life and stolen his breath.
But the feelings he had for Jessie were vastly different from those he’d
developed for Cheyenne over the course of just a couple of hours. Jessie was
his friend. She was one of the sweetest, most giving women he’d ever met, and
it didn’t hurt that she hadn’t balked at Brendon’s insistence that his brother
join them in their sexual escapades.
But
Cheyenne was a different story. He knew there wasn’t a chance in hell that she
would give him the time of day if he insisted that she give herself over to his
twin. Not a fucking chance. She’d basically told him as much when Brendon had
insisted his brother stay close that night.
So,
he knew he was better off
Brendon
took a deep breath, realizing he had to calm down. There was no need to take
out his frustrations on his brother.
“No
idea,” he answered honestly, taking a deep breath and trying to settle his
frazzled nerves. He’d already called her several times, but she wasn’t
answering her phone.
“I
talked to her earlier,” Braydon stated smoothly, causing Brendon to stop
mid-step and stare at his brother.
“When?”
“Right
before I got home. She said she had to run an errand, but then she’d stop by. I
hope she’s got something for dinner.”
Brendon
stared at his twin. Had Braydon been abducted by aliens while he was in the
shower? Since when did Braydon talk to Jessie without Brendon around? Shaking
off the thought, he turned and exited the kitchen. He needed to keep himself
busy, or he’d be overthinking this whole mess he seemed to have found himself
in.
“I’m
gonna take a shower,” Brendon called out as an afterthought before retreating
to his own room and slamming the door behind him.
What
the hell was wrong with him?
Here
he was, completely frustrated with the situation he found himself in, yet he
was getting jealous that his twin brother had talked to Jessie? That was
supposed to be a good thing, right?
He
needed for Jessie and Braydon to get along. There wasn’t much of a choice.
Brendon knew for damned sure that the two of them were able to get along while
they were naked. He’d been witness to that on more than a million occasions.
So
why was it Brendon felt that his life was shifting in a different direction?
Actually, he’d been feeling this way since last May when one extremely popular,
very talented, not to mention seriously fucking sexy, country music star made a
surprise appearance on Mother’s Day.
Cheyenne
Montgomery.
Stripping
off his clothes in a rush, Brendon didn’t even wait for the shower water to
warm before he pulled open the glass door and stepped in. And wouldn’t you know
it, thoughts of Cheyenne had him so worked up that not even the chilly bite
from the water could make his balls shrivel up.
Turning
his back to the water, he thrust his fingers through his hair and closed his
eyes. Once he was good and soaked, he grabbed the shampoo and made quick work
of sudsing up and rinsing off. Moving on to washing his body, he kept his eyes
closed and remembered the last time he’d seen Cheyenne.
Mother’s
Day night, after all the festivities were said and done, Brendon had ventured
out to Moonshiners with his brother and lo and behold, there she was. The famous
country musician had apparently been invited by Travis, and that’s how it all
got started.
But
no matter what happened before, Brendon could not for the life of him get that
woman – or the explosive kiss they’d shared – out of his head. She’d consumed
him mentally. For weeks, he’d thought about her, wondering when she would come
back or whether he’d get the chance to explore what had happened between them.
He relived that kiss in his dreams, only when he was asleep, they didn’t stop
at just a kiss.
The
woman had done a number on him with minimal effort, and he wanted to see her
again.
Only
he wasn’t supposed to want her. Not anymore.
He
had Jessie. Another woman who had stormed into his life and stolen his breath.
But the feelings he had for Jessie were vastly different from those he’d
developed for Cheyenne over the course of just a couple of hours. Jessie was
his friend. She was one of the sweetest, most giving women he’d ever met, and
it didn’t hurt that she hadn’t balked at Brendon’s insistence that his brother
join them in their sexual escapades.
But
Cheyenne was a different story. He knew there wasn’t a chance in hell that she
would give him the time of day if he insisted that she give herself over to his
twin. Not a fucking chance. She’d basically told him as much when Brendon had
insisted his brother stay close that night.
So,
he knew he was better off
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