Page 127 of Rocky Mountain Home

“Proximity contamination.”

They made it back into the main room where Joel paused for a moment to answer a question from their niece. Jesse carried on all the way to the kitchen, cradling a now-quiet Justin against his chest.

Blake was helping Vicki with something in the pantry. Dare stood beside a sturdy island countertop, two-year-old PJ helping her cut out biscuits with a metal ring as she used one hand to stabilize him.

She glanced up, and her expression changed as her gaze hit Jesse. Her jaw dropped open before she offered a sexy, hungry hum. “Wow. I think my ovaries just exploded.”

“What?” Vicki glanced out of the pantry. She did a double take as Joel walked through the door to stand beside him. “Oh, my.”

Jesse whispered softly to his brother. “I didn’t think making biscuits was that much like foreplay. You have any idea what they’re talking about?”

“Not a clue,” Joel admitted.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Dare was asleep the instant her head hit the pillow. When she woke, it was to an empty bed because Jesse had already gotten up. Neither a good night’s rest or room to stretch out were terrible things, but they didn’t put sex back on the table either, and frankly she was itching for Jesse in a bad way.

Last night—

Oh. My. God. If she hadn’t already been pregnant, the sight of Jesse holding Justin would’ve caused her to spontaneously conceive. What was it that Jaxi had said? Colemans made pretty babies?

They made gorgeous, mouthwatering men, as well.

Now they were on the road, headed back to Heart Falls to grab what they needed.

She was confused by how much she was looking forward to seeing her family, yet how much she couldn’t wait to return to Rocky. It felt as if she were tethered in the middle of an enormous, invisible game of tug-of-war. Uncertain which side would win.

Instead of worrying about what she couldn’t control, she let her gaze drift over the man at her side. It was warm enough he’d left his jacket and overshirt off, and his strong forearms were eye candy she was very willing to enjoy. His hands rested lightly on the wheel—hands she knew could bring her pleasure in all sorts of wicked ways.

She wiggled in her seat.

“You need a pit stop?” Jesse asked instantly.

Oh God, did she ever. But not for the reason he was asking. “I need to put my hands on you,” Dare informed him. “And you need to be naked.”

The engine roared briefly before he glanced her way with a warning. “Dare.”

She blinked.

Jesse’s eyes darkened in the second before he focused back on the road. “In this dream world of yours, are you naked as well?”

“Depends. I’m either naked, or wearing teeny panties and a silky bra. Whichever you prefer.”

He reached down and adjusted himself, shifting his hips awkwardly. “I didn’t know you had such a mean streak in you, Darilyn Hayes.”

She laid a hand on his arm, stroking gently as she let out an appreciative hum. “I’m not being mean,” she insisted. “Mean would be me doing something like putting my hand in your lap and curling my fingers around your cock.”

Jesse’s grip on the wheel tightened, but he kept his gaze fixed on the road as she put action to her words. “You’re asking for trouble.”

“We both like this kind of trouble,” she reminded him. She pressed her palm against him, rubbing the thick length. “I want you in my mouth. I want to taste you and get you all wet before I climb on top and go for a ride.”

Dare had been so intent on what she was doing she hadn’t noticed the change in vehicle sounds. He must’ve hit the turn indicator and the brakes sometime in the last thirty seconds because he was taking a right-hand turn off the highway down a narrow country road that led to nowhere.

“Side trip?” she asked innocently.

“You are so getting fucked,” he informed her in a cheerful voice.

He hit the brakes, positioning the truck in the middle of a thick batch of spruce trees. The next second he had her seatbelt undone and she was being hauled across the bench seat into his arms.