The boy didn’t take no for an answer very easily. Come to think of it, none of the Six Pack boys did. Except Blake, damn it all.
Travis carried the bag to the counter while Jaxi grabbed the other supplies she needed, dragging a Crock-Pot over and loading it with the fixings for overnight cooking.
She was in the middle of measuring vanilla when he stepped behind her again, reaching around to grab the brown sugar. He adjusted the lid carefully, organizing her supplies. All the while far too close, rubbing and bumping her at every chance.
Double oh brother.
She glanced across the room. Yeah, the twins had noticed. Joel opened his mouth, probably to lambaste Travis. She moved to cut him off—Travis’s damn competitive spirit would just encourage more attempts if Joel rubbed him wrong. It had taken a long time to figure out Travis’s weak spots, but now that she knew what they were, she had no objection to exploiting them.
“If you’re all going to hang out and get in my way, you may as well be useful. Jesse, grab me the eggs from the fridge. Joel, I need some cheese grated, about a cup, please. Travis, move your ass back two feet or I’ll be using your balls for playing marbles.”
Jesse snorted.
Travis scooted away. “You don’t want to be doing that.”
“Course she doesn’t,” Joel teased. “That would be like playing with peewees. Makes it tough to win anything.”
Travis swung at his brother. Jesse moved forward and the wrestling began.
Jaxi ignored them—fighting between the boys was as regular as breathing. Didn’t matter that they were now over six feet tall, just meant the crashes had gotten louder. She finished up a couple more things, weaving her way around the guys as they slipped into familiar routines of taunting and goofing off.
It was fun and relaxed, and all a part of the whole picture. Family. What she wanted so badly.
Joel handed her a dishtowel to dry her hands. He hung on to it for an extra second, catching her attention. He spoke quietly even as the other two kept up their lighthearted bickering in the background. “You okay?”
She smiled. “I’m great. Thanks for the help tonight.”
Joel tilted his head toward the others. “You know, Jesse doesn’t mean to be an idiot. Travis? I’m not so sure about.”
Jaxi laughed. “I can handle them both. Thanks.” Impulsively she leaned forward and kissed his cheek. “Breakfast at seven, right? That give you guys enough time to get where you’re going in the morning?”
“More than enough.” He grinned. “I’m glad you’re here, Jaxi. And you need something, you be sure to ask, okay?”
She smiled, happy to have his support, even though the next part of her plan didn’t require much but her and Blake and a little good timing. “I’ll definitely keep that in mind.”
Blake entered the house long after dark. He’d ridden until the cobwebs cleared from his brain. He’d cared for his horse and polished a couple of saddles in the tack room. Anything to keep his hands busy, anything to keep his mind off Jaxi and what her presence did to him.
It hadn’t gotten any easier over the past week. Sitting across the table from her at meals, playing games as a family. Every time they bumped arms in a hallway, his damn cock stood up and took notice.
What a disaster. This whole mental shit storm—no matter how many times he went through alternatives, there was never a better solution to his dilemma. He couldn’t act on his desire for Jaxi because it wasn’t right. Thinking about her made need build deep in his core. She’d bolt like a wild horse if he even hinted at how much he wanted to seize total control over her body, touching her, taking direction over her pleasure.
The whole business of her dating someone else raised its ugly head again today with the calls from Royce. The third time the asshole phoned Blake actually growled before controlling himself. Imagining her with anyone but himself made his stomach clench.
Yet if he didn’t approach her, the twins would think they had the go-ahead to try and convince her to accept them. Seeing Jaxi with them today outside the store, even briefly, had made him pause. It wasn’t that they weren’t good enough. They were both smart, good-looking fellows who would care for her.
But—both of them?
Blake threw his coat on a hook and brushed his boots clean. Whatever made Joel and Jesse think double-teaming a woman on a constant basis was a good idea in the first place? How could they watch another man, even their brother, touch skin that had flushed under their fingers moments ago? Or hear the woman they cared for cry out as another brought her pleasure?
Could he stand it if Jaxi did hook up with one of the twins? To watch them cuddle and kiss in front of the family? It had been bad enough when she went out with Travis, and he’d rarely seen many signs of affection—let alone passion—between them. Blake’s need to be with Jaxi seemed to grow instead of fade as time passed, and knowing his brothers were making love to the girl would just about kill him.
He ran upstairs and poured himself a glass of iced tea. The table was already set for breakfast, and in the kitchen three Crock-Pots lined the counter, filled with food to slow cook all night long. His ma used the pots once in a blue moon so this had to be Jaxi’s doing. A slip of paper rustled on the bulletin board. A menu and a to-do list in her flowery print.
She didn’t turn her dots into little hearts anymore.
Strolling through the quiet house en route to the basement, he spotted the twins, deep in conversation on the deck. They waved and he joined them, sitting with his back to the house to look out at the lawn and road, into the starlit sky.
“House is quiet.”
“Jaxi made Ma take a couple of painkillers, and Dad said he’d hit the sack early to care for anything she needed.” Jesse darted a glance at Joel. “Daniel said he was wiped from sitting in the sauna of a tractor all day, and Matt went out to spend the evening with Helen. They both disappeared some time ago.”
“Where’s Travis?” Blake asked.
Joel spat out a sunflower seed shell and grinned. “Him? He’s pouting in his room.”
“Pouting? What happened now? Dad ask him to deliver the shipment to Red Deer or something?”
Jesse sat back, side by side with Joel. It was like looking at mirror images. “Yeah, well, Dad did tell him he’s on the broken tractor until further notice since it was his responsibility to arrange for the air conditioning to get fixed. But nah, this time he’s pouting because of Jaxi.”
“Because she’s here?”
“Because she’s here and treating him like he deserves.” Jesse reached his arms in the air before easing them back and resting his head in his folded hands. “We all helped do the dishes after supper, and he was acting all sweet and dopey. She basically told him to stuff it.”
Blake stiffened in his seat. “What’d he try?”
“Relax, Blake, it was fine. He was pretending to brush against her by accident, nothing too bad. The funny part was she didn’t get mad, just told him off real matter of fact. Like we all knew he was an idiot so why should she waste energy getting upset.”
Joel stood and stretched lazily. “Feels strange, all of us home and headed to bed early. You’d think it was ten years ago or something. Hey, the gang’s meeting at Traders tomorrow. You’re planning on going, right?”
Blake nodded slowly. “I told Leo I’d partner with him playing pool for the night. No use letting you boys retain the title any longer than we have to.”
“You think your game is on enough to beat us?”
“Damn right it is.”
Jesse swept the remainder of the sunflower shells into the dustbin as he gave Blake a cocky grin. “Hope you sleep well tonight. Get enough rest. You know, being you’re so old and all…”