No one was more excited than Jackson. He was tired of loaning out Woody so she could haul her products. Jackson looked like sin on her Harley—muscles, tattoos, the whole package. However, he wasn’t a bike guy. Women flocked to him in droves no matter what mode of transportation he used.
“What the hell are you wearing?” AJ’s gruff voice sounded behind Jillian as she loaded the last container.
She smirked, looking back over her shoulder. “You like?”
AJ looked around.
“Relax, the neighbors have seen me in a lot less than this.”
“You look like—”
“A whore?” Jillian shut the back hatch and turned. “You’re such a romantic. Any other woman would be offended by your crass assessment. Lucky for you I know you like it rough and this is just your way of flirting.”
“I didn’t call you a whore and it’s not my way of flirting. I want you to go change your clothes or put on some clothes.”
She laughed. “Cute … Me Tarzan you Jane. Yeah, nice try, big guy, but despite the rumors, I’m not really into roleplaying.
Jillian looked down at her red corset, tulle miniskirt, thigh highs, and stilettos. “I’ll slip on a trench coat for the ride, like Carin with a C.”
“I’m serious.” AJ stepped closer as if he thought he could intimidate her.
Jillian looked up at him, hands fisted on her hips. “Please tell me you see how laughable it is that you’re trying to order me around like one of your soldiers.”
“Jillian,” he growled.
“Don’t come home until you’ve secured that new car,” Jackson said as he walked out of the house and straddled Jillian’s Harley. “Woody’s starting to smell like those girly candles you sell.”
“You’re just going to let your sister leave looking like this?” AJ gave Jackson a pleading look.
Jackson started the Harley. “I told her it was a bad idea to screw our neighbor, and as you know, she didn’t listen to me. So … good luck!” Jackson smiled as he rolled out of the garage.
“Go. Change.”
Jillian rested her palms on his chest. “It’s a themed bachelorette party. I’m pretty sure I’ll fit right in with everyone else.”
Her words didn’t completely calm the beast, but AJ took a step back. “Didn’t you go to college? Isn’t there some other job you can get?”
“Kiss me, fool. I’m leaving.” Jillian grabbed his shirt and pulled him toward her.
“You’re killing me,” he grumbled.
She kissed him with an eager passion, opening her mouth to invite his tongue to dance with hers. When he released her lips she whispered, “But what better way to die?”
*
Jillian drove Woody home for the last time. Her Lascivio party far exceeded even her expectations. The next time she’d be packing her boxes into the back of her new candy apple red Mercedes. Mary Kay reps in their pink Cadillacs had nothing on her.
It was nearly eleven o’clock by the time she got home. Jackson was still gone so she deemed it a good time for a booty call. By the tenth knock she gave up. As she walked back down the drive AJ opened his door.
“Not tonight, Cage is here.” He squinted his eyes against the entry lights.
Jillian clicked back to his door in her stilettos. “You can’t stand there in your shorts with your abs looking like you just did a thousand crunches and that tattooed serpent around your strong, sexy calf begging to be licked—which is weird I know—but I’m not sure I’ve ever seen such sexy calves on a guy before … but anyway, you can’t say no.”
“Cage is out with friends but he’ll be home anytime now and I’m not ready to explain us.”
“He’s almost twenty-one. You’re single and I’m the neighborhood whore. I think he’d be shocked if you weren’t having sex with me.”
AJ frowned. “Don’t call yourself that.”
“Sorry, I didn’t realize that’s just your pet name for me.”
“Jillian … just … I can’t tonight. I need to talk to him first.”
“I’ll be quick.”
“Jillian …” AJ scrubbed his hands over his face.
“If you don’t let me in I’m stripping right here on your stoop.”
AJ gave her an annoyed looking smirk. “I know you’re crazy, but I don’t really think you’re certifiably insane. Good night.” AJ closed the door.
Clearly they each had their own definition of certifiably insane.
“If I get chewed up by bugs it’s going to be your fault,” she yelled.
*
AJ lumbered back to bed thinking about Jillian and how her evil temptress personality was twice as big as her little body. As he stared at the collage of shadows on his ceiling, he wondered what his chances were of getting back to sleep without jerking off first. That made two nearly naked women in one week that he’d turned away at his door.
Eventually he drifted back to sleep with his dignity intact, only to be awakened by Cage.
“Dad?”
“What?” AJ pulled the covers over his head to block the hall light.