Free The McGilley Trilogy by B. J. Wane Page B

Kayla with her outrageous wardrobe, her carefree, open flirtations that were somehow cute instead of annoying and her wide eyed innocence. Traits that could be endearing but were in no way compatible with him, which was why he had removed her phone number from his hand, removing the temptation before he gave in to it as easily as his cock had sunk into her tight, soft as silk pussy. The feel of her warm, wet vaginal walls enveloping his bare cock still had the power to drive him crazy hours after he had splashed his seed on those round plump cheeks. With a determination he vowed wouldn’t be broken, he shoved that memory aside and strode across the now quiet club which was closed on Sundays to join Mitch and Donovan seated at a round table preparing for their weekly poker game.
    “Where’s Colin?” he asked as he pulled out a chair and sat down.
    “Olivia called earlier. Her hot water heater is leaking and she asked if he would look at it,” Donovan answered as he took a swig of his Pepsi.
    “Great,” he muttered on a long, suffering sigh. Olivia Hammond, widow of Colin’s best friend and former partner at the Sheriff’s department, was the one woman Colin wanted above all others and the one he couldn’t have for reasons he refused to tell his brothers. “That means he’s going to be in a shitty mood when he gets here.”
    “Bite me,” Colin said from behind him as he took a seat in the remaining empty chair.
    Recalling that Donovan had uttered those same words to Brett earlier today, he drawled sarcastically, “You two need to get laid more often.”
    “Speaking of getting laid, what happened between you and Kayla this afternoon? You stabled Diablo and high tailed it back to your place so fast, I didn’t get a chance to gloat,” Donovan asked with all the innocence of a career criminal.
    “What’d I miss?” Mitch took a long pull of his beer, eyeing the brothers over the bottle with a glint in his brown eyes. Not only was he a long-time friend of the McGilley’s, especially Colin, he was the assistant manager of Casey’s and a frequent patron of the second floor amenities.
    “Nothing,” Brett snapped. The last thing he wanted to do was give any of them more reason to tease him about Kayla’s infatuation with him. Glaring at Donovan but including all of them in his look, he said, “I don’t want any of you pushing her towards me, got it? That girl doesn’t need any help pushing my buttons. In case you hadn’t noticed, I’m trying to discourage her, not lead her on.”
    “But, it’s so much fun watching you flounder with a woman for the first time.” Colin grinned wickedly at Brett.
    Narrowing his eyes, Brett threatened softly, “Remember, what’s good for one of us is good for all. I would be happy to start meddling in your personal business. How’s Olivia?”
    Mitch, seeing Colin switch from teasing to stiff anger, quickly jumped in. “Since Donovan practically has no personal life with women, it wouldn’t be fair, so what do you say we play cards and forget about the opposite sex for this evening.”
    “I’m for that,” Donovan quickly agreed before they could start harping on him again because they thought he kept to himself too much.
    Brett smiled and relaxed. The three of them each had their demons to fight when it came to personal issues involving women. As close as brothers could be, there were certain things best left resolved without interference from siblings. “I believe you owe me a pot, Donovan, and I intend to collect tonight. Any leads on the vandalism?”
    Donovan filled Mitch in on the mess at the stables before answering, “None. I hate to suspect one of the students, but I will definitely be keeping a close eye on them.”
    “All four were in here last night. Arrived around eight and it was after midnight when they left together,” Mitch said as he dealt.
    “That doesn’t mean one of them couldn’t have snuck away from the bunk house, did the deed and snuck