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It took about five seconds for Jenny to give a low, deep moan. Her muscles lost all tension as she damned near melted into his brother. Lucky bastard. But he was the one pleasuring her at the moment, so it was all good.
“You have about two hours to stop that.” Her eyes were closed, and the expression on her face assured him she appreciated his efforts.
“Just enjoy, sweet Jenny.” Her feet, for all she was on them, felt soft to his slightly calloused hands. They were small and pretty. Her toenails sparkled a brilliant red, but her fingers bore no polish.
Her toes could belong to a princess, and her hands—short, neat nails, competent fingers, and strong hands—could be those of a kitchen maid.
Their Jenny hid her more feminine, more sensual side. Did she do that as a matter of preference? Or had she done so as a means of self-defense?
There’s just so much I want to know about her.
“The weekends must be your busiest time,” Dale said. When Jenny had melted, he’d gathered her in. Now he was running his hand slowly up and down her arm, from shoulder to wrist.
The tiny little mews that kept escaping her throat hardened Parker’s dick.
“They are. So’s Monday, especially lunchtime.”
Parker used his thumb to press on the bottom of Jenny’s right foot. Then he smoothed over that spot of pressure using both hands. He stroked her toes, all five at once, and, when he knew she wasn’t overly ticklish, worked on each one in turn. Her “mmm” made him smile.
“Monday lunchtime is busy?” Parker asked. He’d have thought that would be one day of the week that would be quiet, coming on the heels of the weekend.
“Because the restaurant in town, Lusty Appetites, is closed on Mondays.”
“Jackson mentioned the roadhouse only opened a couple of years ago,” Parker said. “What do the owners of the town restaurant think of the competition?”
Jenny sighed. She opened her eyes and smiled at Parker as he set her right foot down, tucking it in close to his leg, and picked up her left.
“I don’t think either Angela, my boss, or Kelsey Benedict, another of your cousins-by-marriage, who owns Lusty Appetites, considers each other as competitors.” Jenny closed her eyes and moaned again, and this time that moan was accompanied by the tiniest little shiver.
Parker met Dale’s grin with one of his own.
When Jenny sighed, he got that grin off his face. She opened her eyes and then continued on with her conversation. “Some Mondays, Kelsey comes in for lunch herself. She either sits with Angela or Laci or even Patrick, our chef. I think the consensus is there’s enough business for both of them.” Then she looked at Parker. “That general lack of the need to compete—I’d have to say that’s standard operating procedure, as far as the folks in this area are concerned.”
“So there’re no flaming assholes for us to beware of?” Dale had asked that without any edge at all.
Jenny’s response was to chuckle. “Living in Lusty? Not a one that I’ve ever heard of. Passing through the roadhouse? Sometimes, yes. And there have been a couple of times, at least since I’ve been in the area, when someone who clearly had no business being in the neighborhood came and caused a stir.”
“What happened then?” Parker asked.
“The town more or less circled the wagons and saw to it justice was served. And it doesn’t seem to matter who—man or woman—was the server.”
“That sounds like a couple of stories worth hearing.”
Jenny opened her eyes, met his gaze, and grinned. “I can tell you what I know, but you should ask Ari about them. Only, maybe do so when Jackson and Cord aren’t in the vicinity.”
Jenny giggled then, and Parker felt himself fall in love with her, right then and there.
Chapter Six
Parker lifted her left foot gently then placed a kiss smack-dab on her previously tired and sore, but now totally soothed, arch.
Jenny couldn’t remember a time when she’d felt so pampered. While she’d reclined on Dale’s lap, he’d run his hand up and down her left arm, his fingers giving a gentle massage, shoulder to wrist. Pure heaven.
“Thank you, Parker. That felt so good.”
