He had no idea how to explain it, even to himself. He’d made a commitment to Blythe. She was his first priority, and even if she didn’t love him now, he hoped she would someday. Yet, he found himself thinking about Bree just as much as her sister.
Granted he couldn’t remember the last time he had sex, and Blythe being pregnant with his brother’s baby didn’t exactly stoke his fire. Maybe that was why Bree made him feel so…horny when she was near.
“What are you thinking about?”
“Huh? Nothing, why?”
“You have a funny look on your face.”
“Somethin’ I need to do, that I forgot about.”
“Interesting.”
“What?”
“The look on your face.”
It wasn’t his face he was worried about, it was another part of his body. If she noticed that, she’d know exactly what he’d been thinking about.
What made it worse, if that was possible, was he was thinking about sex with her, not just sex. What was wrong with him?
“Jace, are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine. I gotta get somethin’ out of my truck. Be right back.” It wasn’t something he needed to get, it was something he needed to get rid of, namely his raging hard-on.
He came back a few minutes later.
“What did you need to get?”
“Huh?”
“You said you had to get something out of your truck, but you didn’t bring anything back in with you.”
“Oh, right. I left it at Billy’s. That’s what took me so long; I was looking for it.”
“What was it? If it’s something important, maybe you could borrow it from my dad.”
Just when he felt it coming back, he heard the garage door open, and Paige walked in. Thank God.
“Sorry we missed you, sweetie. How long have you been here? You could’ve come and joined us.”
Sexual frustration. That’s what Tucker felt when he woke up a little past noon. The weird part was, he had no desire to have sex.
The other thing he was feeling was the overpowering urge to talk to someone in his family. It didn’t matter who, his mom, his dad, or his brother. Any of them. He missed them so much. If he contacted them, though, they’d try to talk him into coming back. And that was something he couldn’t do.
15
Blythe was settled in her room, taking a nap. They hadn’t gone shopping, but concentrated instead on getting everything unpacked. Paige and Mark came and helped, too. It was almost six o’clock before they finished.
“I didn’t realize she had this much stuff,” said Paige.
“When was the last time you were in her bedroom?” Bree asked.
“God knows.”
“It was packed full of crap.”
“Like your dad.”