Matt banged his fist on the dash before cracking open the door and grabbing their supplies. “Don’t look at me for the freaky sex habits. Far as I know, it’s only Travis and the twins who get off on having more than one person in their bed.”
Gabe frowned. “Then if you’re not interested in trying it, why—?”
“Because she asked me. Told me she was curious. We ain’t…” Matt’s throat choked up tight. Damn, it was nearly impossible to have this talk. What was it going to be like if he actually got up the nerve to let someone into the bedroom with them? “We ain’t never been with anyone else, neither of us.”
His cousin snorted. “Okay, sorry. Not funny when you’re the one being jerked around, but from where I sit, this conversation is a ripper. You’re telling me you’ve only had sex with Helen? Ever?”
Matt nodded.
“Shit.”
They worked in silence for a couple of minutes, moving automatically to clear and repair the waterline. Matt rinsed off his hands and dried them on his shirt before standing and forcing the words out. “So, would you be interested?”
“For a piece of Helen?” Gabe nodded slowly. “Well, there’s the instant reaction of ‘hell yeah’, but I’ll be honest. The only way I’m willing to do this is if you’re sure you’re not going to want to kick my ass around for the next twenty years. You sure you want someone in her bed that you’ll see forever?”
Matt had thought this through a million different directions. “Having a stranger touch her would be worse. From the grapevine gossip I figure you know how to treat a woman.”
Gabe leaned back on his heels, his hat cocked to the side. His ever-present teasing grin had disappeared. “It must have rocked you hard to have her ask you for this.”
“You have no idea.”
“I don’t, so let’s say we make this conditional. You two think on it some more. If after you’ve had a chance to reconsider, she’s still keen, then let me know.” Gabe shuffled upright. “And Matt?”
“Yeah?”
“If this goes down? I promise I’ll treat her good. And I’ll never mention this conversation or what follows again, no matter what. Swear.”
Relief streaked through Matt. “Appreciate it. All of it.”
For the first time since Helen had made her request, he thought there might be something to look forward to. Making her fantasy come to life? Hell, he’d always thought he’d do anything for her.
Seems he was going to get the chance to prove it.
Chapter Eight
When Blake asked Jaxi if he could help her at the play, she wondered if Matt had manoeuvred the request. Still, by the time Wednesday rolled around and the performance was over, most of the awkwardness she’d caused by her boldness in the shower had faded. She wasn’t any closer to getting Blake to acknowledge he wanted her, but at least they were talking again.
They cleaned together, brooms in hand, sweeping the nearly empty hall. She was right in the middle of planning her next step, wondering what words to use to follow Matt’s suggestion of “gentling the shy animal along” when Blake dropped a bombshell.
“I’ve been thinking about the other day.”
Lordy, so had she.
“This Royce fellow. How old did you say he is?”
She literally tripped over her own feet and landed on her butt. Did he just ask about Royce again? He wasn’t talking about the shower at all?
The man had gone mad.
“I don’t think I told you how old he is. What the hell does Royce have to do with anything?” She scrambled to her feet and brushed off her jeans. She’d spent the evening admiring how Blake capably dealt with last-minute disasters for the theater company. Admired the way he visited with the townsfolk during the intermission, chatting and laughing with people of all ages. Admired the way he looked in his well-worn jeans, all muscle and tightly bound energy.
And now he wanted to talk about someone she knew from college? Was he crazy?
“I figured you two must have a lot in common, if you were in the same classes and all. Maybe it would be good for you to select another class or two and spend time with the guy. If he lives in the area you could call and ask him to join us for supper.” Blake swept vigorously as he spoke, dust flying everywhere.
Jaxi dropped her broom and grabbed his with two hands, stilling his erratic motion. She jerked their bodies together so she could stare up into his face easier. He avoided her eyes for a moment before turning that ghastly smile on her, the one he’d worn ever since announcing he was going to be her big brother.
“Enough, Blake. You are seriously pissing me off and I want to know what your problem is.”
He shrugged and attempted to remove the broom from between them. “I thought it might be nice, if you like the guy, for you to spend time together.”
“I don’t want Royce.” Jaxi shook the handle violently before releasing the wooden shaft with a snap. She stepped back to glare at him, fists resting on her hips. “I want… Oh, damn it, do I have to spell it out for you? I thought it was pretty clear what I wanted the other night in the shower. I want you.”
He shook his head and resumed sweeping, giving her no more attention than if she was one of the cats underfoot in the barn at milking time. “I’m too old for you. Heck, it’s like I’m your big brother and—”
Jaxi ripped the broom from his hands and hurled it across the room. He was being a bloody jackass. It was a damn good thing she loved him because otherwise she’d be tempted to kill him.
“You are not my brother, by any stretch of the imagination. The things I want us to do, Blake, they are not brother/sister activities.” She took a slow breath and calmed her temper. At least they were talking, even if Blake seemed to be speaking some weird foreign dialect and she didn’t have a translation book.
Slow down. Go gently.
She had to get him to acknowledge what he wanted, not what he thought needed to happen. Get him to drop the damn sense of responsibility for long enough to see the real picture. Jaxi snuck in closer, resting a hand on his crossed arms. She drew a slow finger along his skin, speaking quietly. “You ever dream about me, Blake? You ever think about taking me in your arms and kissing me? Touching me? I dream about you all the time. You, in my bed, making me feel things I’ve never felt before.”
“Stop it, that’s not going to happen.” Blake jerked away from her, and Jaxi’s stomach lurched. He didn’t even want her to touch him. “You’re an attractive woman—”
Red flashed before her eyes. He was the most frustrating man she’d ever met. She followed him closely, crowding against his body. “Oh, now I’m a woman. Well, that’s a plus. You finally noticed I grew up. What’s the problem? I think you like me too, so why aren’t we acting on the attraction between us? What’s got you putting on the brakes when that’s got to be the last thing you really want?”
Blake grabbed her by the shoulders and manoeuvred her away from him. He paced back, his hands dragging through his hair in frustration, swear words floating on the air. When he turned toward her, his face had gone grey and drawn, as if he’d shut off his heart. His gravelly voice cut deep as he spoke.
“The issue is you’re still a little girl compared to me, and you won’t be happy with an old man for long. Do I want you? Hell, yeah, you make my body ache so hard it’s a fucking nightmare for me to wake and realize you’re not really there. But I’m too old for you, and I refuse to take advantage of the physical pull between us for a one-night stand. Stop trying to seduce me and prove you’re as grown up you claim. Find someone your own age to play with.”