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They both stood, and the air in the room became increasingly tight, threatening to strangle the life right out of her. She couldn’t help it, her eyes slide down the wide expanse of his chest, the muscles straining and defined against the material.
The jeans he wore fitted perfectly against long legs. His thighs were so thick and strong, like sturdy tree trunks. Air sawed in and out of her at the sight of the very obvious bulge pressing against the fly of his pants.
Dragging her eyes back up his body, she watched as his lids lowered halfway and his chin dipped down. The look he gave her resembled carnality.
Where Thayer was all sweet and softly spoken words, making her feel warm and comforted, Deacon was the badass brother—all raw sex appeal that would tear her world apart. They were on the opposite ends of the spectrum, but put together, side-by-side, they were the ultimate man.
They were the epitome of raw masculinity.
Straightening her shoulders and getting her libido in check, she forced herself to speak normally, without a hint of the tremendous arousal swimming inside of her.
“So, what’s the damage?” Deacon continued to watch her with a look that said he wanted to fuck the shit out of her. It turned her on and had her legs shaking from the force of her arousal.
“Deacon.” Thayer’s deep, controlled voice didn’t penetrate the wall of lust that pulsated outward from his brother. “Get yourself under control.”
It sounded like Thayer spoke through his teeth, but that pulsating sensation coming from Deacon had already reached her.
It sucked her in, drawing her deeper into the animalistic vibe these men were throwing off. It came at her from both angles, making her pussy so wet her panties were soaked.
Her nipples pressed against her shirt, straining, throbbing to feel their mouths latched on, suckling deep. A gasp left her when she inhaled, feeling the tight buds move against the material and causing a shot of electricity to go straight to her clit.
This wasn’t normal, wasn’t rational. She acted like a hormonal teenager. She was drunk on lust, and would no doubt have the hangover from hell when it was all said and done.
She felt Thayer grab her arm and pull her back.
She hadn’t realized she had taken a step toward Deacon. He didn’t move from his spot, just watched her like some predator, stalking his prey and waiting for the perfect time to attack.
Foggy lust filled her head, and she turned and looked at Thayer.
He had taken his glasses off, and the blue and silver of his eyes seemed to swirl together, hypnotizing her until she felt like they pulled her in two different directions.
“Jessa.” Thayer said her name in a way almost pained, but she couldn’t pull herself out of his mesmerizing stare.
There was an intoxicating scent filling the room, spicy, masculine, and intoxicating. She shook her head and pushed past them, running to her room and shutting the door behind her. A sob tore through her chest.
What is wrong with you? What is wrong with you? Whatiswrongwithyou!?
Jessa screamed inside her head and felt hot tears slide down her cheeks.
She was so screwed up. Humiliation crashed into her like a semi at the fact she had just run out of there, pushing her way past them and running to her room like a child.
God, what they must think. She had practically jumped them right then and there.
How in the hell was she supposed to face them after the little show she just put on?
Chapter
Ten
Thayer stalked toward Deacon and pressed his index finger in his chest.
“Can you not control yourself?” The words left him on a low growl. He didn’t want to yell, but his voice steadily rose.
He had seen the animal behind the blue depths of Deacon’s eyes. It would have been only minutes until Deacon had let his beast free. Deacon stared at Jessa’s door.
The tension rolling off of Deacon was so strong it would have thrown Thayer back like a rag-doll.
For several long moments Deacon did nothing but stand there and stare down the hallway. After what seemed like years he finally tore his eyes away and stalked toward the front door.
