Lori Foster Bundle

by Lori Foster

  Jordan laughed at her assumptions. “I’d do my damndest first to convince you.”

  “You already have. Done your damndest and convinced me. But you’re such a seducer with that sexy voice—” she touched his mouth with one fingertip “—it wasn’t that hard.”

  The way she touched him, how she looked at him, took him to the edge. In a rasp, he said, “Speak for yourself.”

  She understood his meaning and glanced down at his fly. “Oh.” Warmth colored her cheekbones, making him nuts, but when he went to kiss her, she said, “Jordan, it was something else I was going to ask.”

  “Tell me.”

  “If we had no personal relationship, would you still want to see my kids? Or would you suddenly disappear from their lives?”

  Jordan didn’t give a damn if everyone in Buckhorn saw him. He cupped her face in his hands and took her mouth in a kiss meant to offer reassurance and so much more. When he lifted away, she clung to him, as unconcerned with their audience as he was. “I love your kids, sweetheart. I’d never do that to them.”

  Tears glistened on her lashes. “That’s what I thought.”

  Jordan knew what she was getting at. Their own father had walked away, just as his had. For whatever reason, her ex had been able to give up his own two offspring, never knowing if they were all right, if they needed him or not.

  But Jordan was different. He’d never before realized exactly how different until that moment. “I used to worry about my father,” he said. “Not about his well-being, but whether or not people would associate me with him. Like your ex-husband, he split after the divorce and no one has seen him since. Not a single phone call, not even a card. If I died, I’m not sure he’d know, or even care.”

  Jordan shrugged and admitted, “There’ve been times when I hated him because I felt so ashamed. Not because he wasn’t here, but because my brothers had respectable, honorable, loving fathers and yet my father was a huge mistake.”

  His throat felt raw as he told her things he’d never said to another living soul. “I wanted to hold myself to a higher standard, to prove to myself and to everyone else that I was better than that, better than him.”

  Georgia put her arms around him and rested the side of her face on his chest. He cupped the back of her neck, tangling his fingers in her soft curls.

  He smiled when she said, “You’re the best person I’ve ever met.” But then she added, “You make me feel so inferior.”

  Jordan abruptly pushed her back so he could scowl into her face. “What the hell are you talking about?”

  She lifted her shoulders in a slow shrug. “I know it probably bothers you to want me. I got pregnant at sixteen, I’ve already been divorced and I dance in a bar.” Her smile was sad and fleeting. “I’m hardly anybody’s idea of a ‘higher standard.’”

  Rage washed over him, making him break out in a sweat. His vision narrowed to her face, a face he loved. He gave her a quick, sharp shake. “Don’t you ever say anything like that again!”

  “Jordan!” She glanced around, reminding him that they weren’t alone. “Someone will hear you.”

  It took all his concentration to lower his voice, to temper his fury. Tears filled her eyes again, slicing into him like the sharpest blade. It was her vulnerability that gained him some control. He pulled her into his chest and held her tight. “I never thought,” he whispered against her forehead, “that I’d meet someone as beautiful as you. Do you know what I see when I look at you, Georgia?”

  She shook her head.

  “I see a woman who will do anything she has to in order to take care of the people who depend on her. A woman with enough strength and courage and honor to beat the odds, and still be so incredibly sweet that it breaks my heart just to look at her.”

  Georgia’s self-conscious laugh teased along his senses. He felt her wipe her eyes on his shirt and wished he was alone with her. She filled him with lust, broke his heart with her gentleness and humbled him with her strength.

  “You make me sound like a conquering Amazon,” she whispered.

  He put his mouth close to her ear. “From the moment I saw you,” he breathed, relishing her scent and her softness, “I was so hot to have you I nearly ground my teeth into powder. That’s never happened to me before. I stay so aroused I ache, but I only want you.”

  Her hands fisted in his shirt. “Me, too. I want you so much, it scares me.”

  He didn’t want her to fear him, but he’d explain that to her later. “I think you’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever met. And the more I got to know you, the worse it became, because your sexiness is earthy. It isn’t just about your gorgeous body, or the way you move or how you look at me. It’s you. Everything about you, Georgia. Do you understand?”

  She nodded. “All right.”

  Jordan suddenly felt someone behind him. He jerked around and found Morgan and Gabe both breathing down his neck.

  “Hey,” Morgan said, as if he hadn’t just intruded. “You two are embarrassing everyone, me included. Why don’t you find a room somewhere?”

  Gabe shoved Morgan. “You’re so crude.” Then to Georgia: “Put him out of his misery, sweetheart. Jordan isn’t used to this kind of excitement. Sawyer says it isn’t good for his heart.”

  Georgia covered her face and laughed. Jordan thought about tossing his brothers into the lake. But then Morgan whispered, “You know, the gazebo is real private. Everyone is getting ready to eat and I can keep the kids occupied if you two want to go…talk things over.”

  Jordan looped his arm around Georgia and pulled her to his side. He peered around the yard. Zenny and Walt and Newton waved to them. Georgia groaned, but waved back. Howard and Jesse were arguing—as usual.

  Morgan’s enormous dog, Godzilla, had the kids well occupied. Lisa, Adam and Amber were all petting him and Godzilla rested on his back in doggy bliss, his tongue hanging out of the side of his mouth. Godzilla looked more like the missing link than a pet, but he was about the sweetest creature Jordan had ever seen. Even Honey’s calico cat liked the dog. She sat next to Lisa, getting her own pet every now and then and rubbing her head against Godzilla’s hip.

  “Will you look at my mother?” Georgia said in awe.

  Jordan followed the direction of Georgia’s gaze and found Ruth in animated conversation with Misty’s and Honey’s bachelor father. Damned if there wasn’t a bright blush on her face, too. Well, well, Jordan thought. He wasn’t crazy about the man, despite how he’d softened since his daughters had joined the family, but whatever he said to Ruth must have been complimentary because she hadn’t stopped smiling once.

  He heard a laugh and noticed Casey was sitting beneath a shade tree, surrounded by female admirers. Gabe nodded toward Casey, chuckling. “They’ve been after him all day. He can’t get himself a cola without them all trailing behind.”

  Even as Gabe spoke, Emma walked up to group. She wore another halter top that showed more than it concealed and shorts that should have been illegal. She was barefoot, carrying her sandals, and Casey made an obvious point of not looking at her, at completely ignoring her existence—until two of the girls said something obviously snide. Emma, head bowed, started to walk away and within two heartbeats Casey was at her side. They appeared to disagree on something for just a moment, then Casey shook his head, slung his arm around her shoulders, and practically dragged her off.

  A lot of feminine complaints ensued as Casey and Emma disappeared around the side of the house.

  Georgia sighed. “I really adore your nephew.”

  Morgan laughed. “We’re rather fond of him, too.” Under his breath he added, “But what the hell is he up to?”

  “You two should get going,” Gabe said. “But I’d take the long route if I was you. Casey’s not the only one with disgruntled females hunting for him.”

  Georgia frowned over that, looking around the yard with an evil glint in her eyes. Jordan appreciated her mild show of jealousy; she’d admitted to wanting him and now she was ac
ting possessive. All he needed was a quiet spot to show her how much he cared.

  Morgan suddenly laughed. “Too late. You should have fled when you had the chance.”

  “What are you talking about?” Jordan demanded, not in the least amused by the possibility of yet another delay.

  “She’s here.” Morgan tipped his head toward the back-door of the house. “And you know there’s no way in hell she’ll let you slink away.”

  Georgia’s frown turned ferocious. “She who?”

  Gabe, too, looked at the house, then started to laugh. “Our mother. Prepare yourself, Georgia, she’s making a beeline this way.”

  All three brothers smiled and started forward; Jordan pulled Georgia along with him. They met Sawyer on the path and before Megan Kasper could descend off the back stoop, she was enveloped in masculine hugs that kept her completely off her feet for a good five minutes.

  10

  “YOUR CHILDREN are wonderful.”

  Georgia smiled at Megan as she stroked Lisa’s hair. “Thank you.”

  Lisa sent Megan a big grin, worshiping her. Of course, she and Adam had both been amazed by this tiny woman who ruled her gigantic sons with an iron fist. The men jumped at her slightest whisper, and did so with grins on their faces.

  Georgia had heard so many stories about Megan’s stubbornness, her strong will, she’d certainly expected someone…bigger. But while Megan was small in stature, she had an enormous smile and an innate gentleness and she loved to laugh.

  It tickled Georgia to see how her sons fawned over her. When Megan had first arrived several hours ago, she’d been passed from one strong set of arms to another. How such a small woman could mother such colossal men was beyond her. When one of the neighbors had commented on it with a smile, another had said that Megan always gravitated to the “big guys.” Seeing her husband, Georgia understood.

  Brett Kasper had stood there looking pleased and smug and adoring over everything Megan did. He resembled his son Gabe quite a bit, in that they were both drop-dead gorgeous, they both liked to pet on their wives, and they were both strongly built. Once the brothers had finished with Megan, Brett had been treated to a round of bear hugs himself, with no preferences shown. He was, obviously, very well loved.

  “I’m going to skin Casey when he gets here.”

  Georgia laughed at that, knowing Megan was anxious to see him again. Georgia leaned forward and said, “He went off with a girl.”

  “I never doubted it for a moment.” Megan frowned at Jordan, sitting beside her in a lawn chair, and said, “He’s far too much like his uncles not to be with a female.”

  Lisa thought that was funny and giggled, but when she saw Adam go by chasing the dog, she ran after them. Georgia watched her go, feeling so incredibly at peace.

  Jordan shrugged. “He’s a little like Gabe, with the girls after him. And a little like Sawyer, being so compassionate. I’m just not sure what’s motivating him today.” As he spoke, he lifted one of Georgia’s feet, pulled off her sandal, and started another foot rub. She gawked at him, but Megan only smiled and Jordan didn’t even seem aware of what he was doing. “I think Emma has him on the run.”

  Both Megan and Jordan ignored Georgia’s struggle to retrieve her foot. “Jordan…”

  He smiled at her, then said to his mother, “Georgia’s a dancer, you know. In high heels.”

  “Ah.” Megan did her best to hide her amusement as Jordan caught her other foot also. “I suppose that explains it.”

  Georgia thought she might die of embarrassment, but instead she ended up groaning. Everyone talked about Jordan’s magical voice; why hadn’t anyone warned her about his magical hands?

  Megan stood. “I see Ruth and Misty calling the kids in. Sounds like they’re going to make popcorn. I think I’ll help.”

  Sure enough, Amber led the way with Lisa and Adam following, trailed by the dog and cat. Misty held Shohn in her arms while Ruth kept the door open for the parade. Georgia was amazed at how the kids were so accepted by everyone. They didn’t deliberately take turns that she’d noticed, but somehow it worked out that way. Earlier she and Jordan had taken them all on an expedition to the lake where they’d lifted stones along the shore and found not only crawdads, but minnows and rock bass. Amber, strangely enough, had been the most daring at grabbing for the creepy-crawly creatures. But then Jordan explained that she’d been in or near the water since her birth, thanks to Gabe. Adam and Lisa professed to love it, too, so Jordan had promised to get Gabe to take them to the dam very soon.

  They were all so giving and so accepting. Her children had found a family here. And that made her full to bursting with happiness.

  Since Georgia couldn’t stand, given that Jordan had both her feet held firmly in his lap, Megan bent down to her instead. After a tight hug and a kiss on the cheek, she said, “I’ll be in town for awhile this trip. Do you think we could get together for lunch or something? I’d love to visit more.”

  Georgia glanced at Jordan, saw his small smile, and agreed. “I’d enjoy that. Thank you.”

  Next Megan clasped Jordan’s face between her hands and said, “I love seeing you so happy.”

  Jordan chuckled. “I’m rather fond of the situation myself.”

  She kissed him soundly and then took herself off. She’d barely gone ten feet when a rubber-tipped dart hit her in the backside. Megan jumped, whipped around, saw Gabe hiding behind a tree and started after him. Gabe ran for his life as Morgan and Sawyer, standing together at the back door, doubled over in laughter.

  Georgia couldn’t help but laugh, too. Then she looked up and locked gazes with Jordan. He looked…serious.

  “Jordan?”

  His fingers continued to work over her feet, only now his touch felt more sexual, more exciting. She let out a small, breathy moan, imagining those hands in other places.

  “Do you know,” he whispered, his eyes so hot she felt scorched, “that I’m about to die from unsated lust? I want you so bad right now I’m close to—”

  “Ho!” Sawyer slapped him on the back, nearly knocking Jordan out of his lawn chair. “Hold that thought until I’m a safe distance away.”

  Jordan’s growl was feral. “Damn it, will you guys stop sneaking up on me!”

  Sawyer bit back a laugh. “Mom has decided to do a sleepover, just like she used to when we were young.” In a stage whisper he added, “It’s possible she’s hoping to give you a helping hand.”

  Then to Georgia, “Honey’s already dragging the family-room furniture around, making space for the tent, but Mom said she wants your permission to invite Adam and Lisa to spend the night, too.”

  Jordan closed his eyes and ignored Sawyer.

  Georgia, a bit shaken by the interruption and her own repressed desire, said dumbly, “A tent?”

  “Yeah. Kids love making tents out of blankets and stuff. They’ll sleep on the floor and Mom and Brett will sleep on the couch.” He shrugged. “It’s her way of giving everyone a night off. Except me because Honey is still breast-feeding, but we’re claiming tomorrow afternoon.” He grinned shamelessly with that admission.

  Jordan came to his feet in a rush, cupped the back of Georgia’s head, and gave her a hard kiss. “Say yes.”

  She looked into his eyes, saw all the promise there, and nodded. “Yes.”

  Jordan’s eyes flared with satisfaction. “Let’s see if I can keep you in such an agreeable mood,” he murmured.

  Ten minutes later Georgia found herself being hustled across the yard to Jordan’s apartments over the garage. Her kids had kissed her goodbye and good-night without a qualm. They knew she’d be close if she was needed. Ruth had been invited to ‘camp out’ with them and had accepted, especially when Mr. Malone had done the same.

  Jordan paused beside the steps leading to his front door.

  “What is it?” Georgia asked, a little breathless from the idea of what they were about to do.

  “I thought I heard something.” Jordan frowned, looked around
the yard, then shook his head. “Nevermind. It doesn’t matter.” He put his arm around her shoulders and together they practically ran up the steps. No sooner did Jordan have the door closed than Georgia found herself in his arms.

  “God, I need you,” he whispered and his rough velvet voice stroked over her as surely as his hands were doing. “Let me love you all night.”

  She would have said yes, but his mouth covered hers and his tongue thrust inside, hot and wet and hungry and all she could do was moan. Jordan must have understood; one of his large hands settled on her breast, softly kneading, and the other curved around the front of her thigh. He pressed into her, all hard, tensed muscles and trembling need. She felt his erection against her belly and rubbed herself against him.

  In that instant, he lost it.

  CASEY CHUCKLED as he saw the light go out in the rooms overhead. Jordan was a goner—and Casey had never seen him happier.

  He was behind the garage in the darkest shadows, Emma clinging to his side. Very gently, he eased her away. “We should join the others.”

  “No.” Her hand, so small and soft, stroked down his bare chest, but Casey caught it before she reached the fly to his jeans.

  It took more control than he knew he had to turn her away. “Emma,” he chided, and hopefully he was the only one who heard the shaking of his voice. He’d started out befriending her, but Emma wanted more. She was so blatant about it, so brazen, it was all he could do not to give in. But more than anything Emma needed a friend, not another conquest. And beyond that, Casey didn’t share.

  “Are you a virgin?” she taunted, and Casey laughed outright at her ploy.

  “That,” he said, flicking a finger over her soft cheek, “is none of your business.”

  She shook her head in wonder. “You’re the only guy I know who wouldn’t have denied it right away!”

  “I’m not denying or confirming.”

  “I know, but most guys’d lie if they had to, rather than let a girl think—”

  “What?” Casey cupped her face and despite his resolve, he kissed her. “I don’t care what anyone thinks, Emma. You should know that by now. Besides, what I’ve done or with who isn’t the point.”