Free Jackie's Boys by Bekki Lynn Page B

territory. Well, not dangerous-dangerous, but it wasn't a topic for conversation between them when she hasn't talked with her husband about it. Her eyes roamed over his face and lingered over soft, supple lips which had at one time done wonderful things to her body.
    "The washers on spin cycle," he said, caressing her lips with his thumb.
    She pulled away from him before he suckered her into letting him eat her pussy on top of the machine. "How long?" She asked while she returned to the salad.
    "Permanently, I hope. I have a couple of interviews this week."
    Oh, god! She creamed herself. "No more traveling around the world reporting breaking news. How come?"
    "Bombs were starting to get too close for comfort. It’s time to take the soft route. Getting up there, you know."
    "Oh, right. Wait until I tell your brother it’s almost walker time. He’ll kick your ass."
    "You called him?"
    She nodded. "I let him know you were home."
    "Going to tell him?"
    "Yes."
    "Figured you would." He kissed the top of her head. "Thanks for the release. Is the pool table still in the basement?"
    "Nope. It's out back."
    "Funny, Jack."
    "Stupid question, stupid answer."
    He shrugged. "I might as well get in a couple of games before I get my ass kicked."
    Randy whistled as he went down the steps on the other side of the room unaware that he'd dropped an unexpected bomb on her. Waves of spasms swarmed over her midsection. Of course he'd live here with them. His parents left the house to both of them. She pulled a glass from the cupboard and filled it half full of water and drank it to help calm herself.
    How was she going to handle having both of her guys around twenty-four seven? Her heart beat with a thud against her chest. Play it by ear, Jackie. He'll be working and you'll just have to set the ground rules so you don't fuck the wrong brother again. Unless of course, a miracle happens and she gets her fantasy granted. The front door slammed. Now the right husband was home. She turned the oven on.
    "Hey, hon." Lenny kissed her on the cheek when he found her in the kitchen. "Where is he?"
    "Rec room. What’d you do, run out on your patient?"
    He laughed, moving a strand of hair from her mouth. "We were all but done when you called. I’m going to change." Lenny headed back the way he came. "How long till dinner?" he asked.
    "You have time for a couple of games." She followed him to their bedroom. "Len, I kind of had sex with him."
    "Huh?"
    "I came in from the garden, and well, I thought you’d come home early. He was bent over the laundry…well, you know me. I demanded and took. His mouth was stuck shut from half the jar of peanut he ate. I didn’t smell it until he breathed on me, then I panicked thinking you’d lost your mind." She knew it all sounded lame, but it came tumbling out.
    He ran his hands over her arms, staring into her chocolate eyes, "It’s all right, baby." The corners of his mouth turned up, confusing her.
    "What?"
    "Seems to me, I recall being the one mistaken for him one night way back when."
    "Yeah, he recalled the time, too. Still, I’m sorry." She took his shirt to put in the laundry while he pulled a t-shirt over his head then replaced his slacks with shorts.
    "No problem, unless you didn’t enjoy yourself."
    Well, she didn’t have a chance to enjoy herself like she wanted, but her husband’s attitude wasn’t what she expected. He could have acted jealous, upset, something considering her past with his brother. But then...she cautioned herself not to get her hopes up. Lenny's always been on the conservative side when it came to sex which meant when she wanted anal bad enough, dildos were her best friends.
    "He’s staying home, if he can get a job here."
    "Fantastic. It’ll be great having him around. Won’t it?" He gave her a peck on the nose. "Call us when dinner’s on the table."
    Puzzled, Jackie stood there for a few minutes, attempting to work out his attitude and at the same time keep her excitement toned