Wild Revenge. Sandra Marton

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      The beer was cold and bitter, maybe what he needed to head off the still-throbbing ache behind his eye. Tension, the docs had said, and told him, earnestly, he had to learn to avoid stress.

      Right, Jake thought, and took another long swallow.

      “We’ve missed you.”

      He looked at Travis. “Yeah. Me, too.”

      “Hell,” Caleb said, his voice gruff, “it just wasn’t the same with you gone. This is where you belong, Jacob.”

      Okay. Jake could see where this was going.

      “About that,” he began, but Travis shook his head.

      “We know. You’re not staying. But you’re here tonight. Let’s just celebrate that, okay?”

      The suggestion was harmless; it changed nothing. And the truth was, right now, it felt good to be with his family.

      “Okay,” he said, and then he smiled and touched his bottle to theirs again. “A toast to The Wilde Ones.”

      The old nickname made the brothers grin. And when Bill Sullivan from the feed store came up, clapped him on the shoulder and said, “Hey, Jake, great to see you,” Jake shook hands, said whatever he was supposed to say….

      Until, in a sudden break in the crowd, he saw the woman again.

      He had a clearer look at her now, and more time to savor it.

      Her hair was the color of rich coffee, thick and shiny; she’d pulled it back with something he couldn’t quite make out, pins or maybe combs.

      The style, if you could call it that, was simple …

      So was the image that came into his head.

      He could see her brushing those lush locks into submission. Her arms were raised, her breasts were thrust up so the nipples were elevated—

      Elevated and ready for the whisper of a man’s tongue, for the heat of his mouth …

      “Jake?”

      His groin tightened.

      And that face.

      Sculpted bones beneath creamy skin. Gray eyes. No. They were more silver than gray. A straight, no-nonsense nose above a mouth made for things best dreamed of in the deepest dark of the night….

      “Jake?”

      A hot rush of lust drove through his belly, so quick and fierce that it stunned him. He hadn’t felt anything like it for a long time.

      A very long time.

      “Hey, man, where’d you go?”

      He blinked himself back to reality, swung toward Travis, saw the plate of food he was holding out. Food was the last thing he wanted right now, but he took the plate and forced a smile to his lips.

      “Just what I needed,” he said briskly. “Thanks.”

      Travis and Caleb began eating. He did, too, though nothing he put in his mouth had any taste.

      He wanted to turn around and look at the woman with the silver eyes.

      Ridiculous, really.

      What would be the point? Forget that moment of lust or hunger or whatever in hell it had been.

      At most, it had been an aberration.

      The unbelievable truth was that he wasn’t into sex anymore, wasn’t into wanting it or even thinking about it. His sex drive had gone south.

      Like the eye, it simply wasn’t there anymore.

      Besides, he knew what he looked like. A guy with a Halloween mask for a face …

      “… and damned if Lissa didn’t say, ‘Barbecue? Barbecue?’ In that way she has, you know, of making you feel as if it’s you who’s crazy, not her?”

      Travis laughed, so Jake laughed, too, but his thoughts returned to the woman.

      And to the sudden certainty that she was watching him.

      Slowly, with what he hoped was an elaborate show of disinterest, he glanced over his shoulder.

      His pulse jumped.

      She was. Watching him. Not with curiosity. Not with disgust.

      With interest.

      And she was alone.

      Not in the sense that she was here by herself, though he was sure she was. What man would bring a woman who looked like this to a party and walk away from her?

      What he meant was that she was alone in the full sense of the word, separate and apart from everyone and everything….

      Except him.

      He felt the sudden leap of his blood. And, once again, that urgent pull of desire.

      Which was crazy.

      Now? he thought. In a room full of people? His long-dormant libido was going to kick in and—holy hell—kick in and add a boner to the fright mask that already made him a standout in the crowd?

      God knew, he’d tried to get a rise out of himself—no pun intended—once his wounds had healed.

      And fright mask or not, there’d been women who’d made it clear they’d have enjoyed his attention. Nurses. Therapists. A couple of pretty MDs. He had no idea whether it was out of pity or curiosity, or if, as one woman had whispered, that eye patch made him look hot….

      The thing was, women had shown interest.

      His reaction?

      Nothing.

      He might as well have been a monk. No erections, no steamy thoughts, not even an X-rated dream.

      A few weeks ago, one of his doctors—the Shrink of the Month, was how Jake thought of it—had apparently figured out that he wasn’t fully back in the land of the living.

      “So, how’s sex?” the shrink had suddenly asked.

      Jake had given the kind of answer he’d hoped would end the discussion.

      “Hey, Doc,” he’d said with what he’d hoped was a careless grin, “you’re over twenty-one. Find out for yourself.”

      His pathetic attempt at humor hadn’t worked.

      “Takes time for everything to function again,” the doc had said. “Not just physically. Emotionally. Trauma takes a toll, Captain, but you’re young. You’re healthy. Give yourself time and, you’ll see, your sex drive СКАЧАТЬ