this. If Zeke thought the youngest Mackay cousin would kil him for fooling with his sister, it was nothing
compared to what Natches would do if Janey ended up hurt and he’d had no idea there was a threat against her.
“Natches is going to be pissed at you, Zeke,†Alex warned him. “He’l know you held back on him.â€
Zeke shrugged. “It won’t be the first time, wil it?†His voice was fil ed with amusement. “Be careful, though, Alex. Janey’s not the play-
around type. She’s been hurt a lot in her young life. There’s no sense in adding to it.â€
No. There wasn’t. But damned if he could stay away from her now.
“I know that, Zeke.†He knew it clear to the bottom of his soul.
Zeke nodded and left the truck, leaving Alex to stare up at that damned window as the light went out. She was going to bed. His body clenched at that
thought of it. Did she sleep naked? Somehow, he doubted she did. She was young, a virgin; had she learned how sensual the sheets could feel against
her naked flesh?
He would show her. Show her how erotic it could be to sleep naked, curled against his body, his hands petting her through the night.
He closed his eyes and breathed out roughly. His cock was pounding in his slacks, ful y engorged and torturing him with the need for sex. Not just any
sex either. Oh hel now, it had to wait thirty-seven years to get picky and decide it was getting hard for only one woman.
One younger woman.
He was hooked on her kisses, and he had a feeling he was about to get hooked on much more than those perfect sweet lips.
He groaned at that thought. Natches would kil him for sure, but after that kiss earlier, Alex decided, it just might be worth it.
THREE
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Alex pul ed into the marina parking lot a little after seven the next morning. It was damned cold on the water in February. Those Mackays were frickin’
insane. Al three of them were stil on the houseboats, al of them with very pregnant wives.
Certi-fucking-fiable. That was al he could think. One of those very pregnant wives was his sister, Crista, and Alex was stil ready to blow Dawg’s
head off for not having that house ready yet. If it weren’t for the fact that Crista was the one holding things up, he and Dawg would have already fought.
He looked around and saw Ray Mackay’s pickup in front of the marina office, though he knew Ray wasn’t there. He’d cal ed the other man
that morning and asked him to meet him at Natches’s.
Shit. This wasn’t going to be easy. Natches had just gotten his sister back, thought she was final y safe and secure, and now this crap. And Janey,
Alex knew, hadn’t mentioned a word to her brother.
He stepped out of the pickup, tense, wary. Dealing with the Mackays al at once wasn’t a fun time to be had, and bringing news like this?
He couldn’t get those letters out of his head, though. They were brutal, filthy trash. No wonder Janey was so damned wary, almost frightened, last
night. She couldn’t know who was doing this to her; she would suspect everyone, and he couldn’t blame her.
He moved quickly from the parking lot along the docks. As he neared the Nauti Dreams , Natches’s houseboat, the door opened and Natches
stepped out. He was stil as wild as the wind, Alex thought. Dressed in jeans and a T-shirt and bare feet. His black hair was mussed, his dark green gaze
sharp despite the drowsy look on his face.
“You’re working early, Major,†Natches drawled as Alex stepped onto the boat. “Playing Cranston’s lapdog again?â€
Alex sighed. He’d been working with Cranston for years. His team was one of the agent’s favorites to cal out for the hairier assignments. Alex
had already been cal ed before a review board twice because of the insanity that was Cranston. But damn if the agent didn’t make
compared to what Natches would do if Janey ended up hurt and he’d had no idea there was a threat against her.
“Natches is going to be pissed at you, Zeke,†Alex warned him. “He’l know you held back on him.â€
Zeke shrugged. “It won’t be the first time, wil it?†His voice was fil ed with amusement. “Be careful, though, Alex. Janey’s not the play-
around type. She’s been hurt a lot in her young life. There’s no sense in adding to it.â€
No. There wasn’t. But damned if he could stay away from her now.
“I know that, Zeke.†He knew it clear to the bottom of his soul.
Zeke nodded and left the truck, leaving Alex to stare up at that damned window as the light went out. She was going to bed. His body clenched at that
thought of it. Did she sleep naked? Somehow, he doubted she did. She was young, a virgin; had she learned how sensual the sheets could feel against
her naked flesh?
He would show her. Show her how erotic it could be to sleep naked, curled against his body, his hands petting her through the night.
He closed his eyes and breathed out roughly. His cock was pounding in his slacks, ful y engorged and torturing him with the need for sex. Not just any
sex either. Oh hel now, it had to wait thirty-seven years to get picky and decide it was getting hard for only one woman.
One younger woman.
He was hooked on her kisses, and he had a feeling he was about to get hooked on much more than those perfect sweet lips.
He groaned at that thought. Natches would kil him for sure, but after that kiss earlier, Alex decided, it just might be worth it.
THREE
Â
Â
Alex pul ed into the marina parking lot a little after seven the next morning. It was damned cold on the water in February. Those Mackays were frickin’
insane. Al three of them were stil on the houseboats, al of them with very pregnant wives.
Certi-fucking-fiable. That was al he could think. One of those very pregnant wives was his sister, Crista, and Alex was stil ready to blow Dawg’s
head off for not having that house ready yet. If it weren’t for the fact that Crista was the one holding things up, he and Dawg would have already fought.
He looked around and saw Ray Mackay’s pickup in front of the marina office, though he knew Ray wasn’t there. He’d cal ed the other man
that morning and asked him to meet him at Natches’s.
Shit. This wasn’t going to be easy. Natches had just gotten his sister back, thought she was final y safe and secure, and now this crap. And Janey,
Alex knew, hadn’t mentioned a word to her brother.
He stepped out of the pickup, tense, wary. Dealing with the Mackays al at once wasn’t a fun time to be had, and bringing news like this?
He couldn’t get those letters out of his head, though. They were brutal, filthy trash. No wonder Janey was so damned wary, almost frightened, last
night. She couldn’t know who was doing this to her; she would suspect everyone, and he couldn’t blame her.
He moved quickly from the parking lot along the docks. As he neared the Nauti Dreams , Natches’s houseboat, the door opened and Natches
stepped out. He was stil as wild as the wind, Alex thought. Dressed in jeans and a T-shirt and bare feet. His black hair was mussed, his dark green gaze
sharp despite the drowsy look on his face.
“You’re working early, Major,†Natches drawled as Alex stepped onto the boat. “Playing Cranston’s lapdog again?â€
Alex sighed. He’d been working with Cranston for years. His team was one of the agent’s favorites to cal out for the hairier assignments. Alex
had already been cal ed before a review board twice because of the insanity that was Cranston. But damn if the agent didn’t make
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