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snapped, fighting to control the impulse to suggest that they do that now. Right now. She didn’t want to wait, no matter how sore her body was. “What, is there some law that says I can’t be interested?”
    She had been a virgin, not a social misfit. She knew well what sex was, as well as the different variations on it. She had cousins. They liked to talk. And they didn’t mind sharing the details with their younger kin. They believed preparation was everything.
    â€œThere should be,” he grunted, lifting his arm to give her a dark, sexy look. “The things I want to do to you are probably illegal in every state of the union.”
    She rolled her eyes, staring back at him in challenge. “Well, I wouldn’t want to break the law. I guess I’ll just have to start saying no instead. I’m sure I can manage. Ask Billy and Deke, I tell them no all the time.”
    A frown instantly marred his brow as he rose, staring at her possessively. That look had her heart screaming in joy.
    â€œThose two little bastards,” he snarled. “They’ll piss me off one time too many and I’ll jerk their dicks off.”
    â€œWhy?” She blinked at him in false innocence. “I’m too young for you, remember?”
    He smiled, a hard curve of his lips that had nothing to do with amusement. “Baby, don’t tempt the beast. I’ll rip those little pricks end from end then I’ll tie you to my bed and fuck you until you’re too damned exhausted to blink, let alone torment me further.”
    She leaned forward, bracing her hands against his shoulders, her lips barely a breath from his.
    â€œAs long as I’m yours,” she whispered, staring into his eyes as her own narrowed warningly. “No more Amys, Melissas or whoever else you’ve fucked over the past years, Slade. I don’t share.”
    He jerked her to him, his lips covering hers, stealing her breath as his tongue plunged into her mouth, staking a claim on her kiss that he had already staked on her body.
    â€œNeither do I, baby,” he growled as he pulled back. “Remember that for good. Now get up and pull that shirt on I gave you. If I’m not mistaken, good ole Uncle Ron is riding to the rescue. I’m pretty sure that’s his truck I hear heading this way.”
    Her eyes widened as she cursed beneath her breath. Scrambling from his arms, she searched for the shirt he had given her earlier. The sound of the pickup was drawing closer as she secured the last button on the short-sleeve, dark blue man’s shirt, checking to make certain it adequately covered her. Slade drew her toward the ladder, his cutoffs once again covering his lean hips and thighs.
    Tight, hard abs tempted her fingers as he passed her, but she refrained, barely, from reaching out and testing their hard-packed power once again. In response, his hand settled on her hip as they stepped back to the ground, watching as the beat-up, four-wheel drive pickup drew into the clearing with the self-proclaimed uncle to all, Ron, at the wheel, looking less than pleased.

Chapter Four
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    Uncle Ron, Ron Jackman, was a lean, grizzled, hard-living salesman with a pleasant smile that could turn dangerous in less time than it took a man to draw breath. The glint in his pale blue eyes was less than comforting as he stepped up to the RV and stared Slade in the eye for a long moment. When he turned to Jessie, his smile was easy, lazy, but with a hint of steel.
    â€œWell, at least you’re alive,” he grunted as Slade curled his arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer to him. “Rhonda was afraid we lost you in the dark somewhere last night until Jazz finally pulled his head out of his rear and remembered you coming in here to hide from Billy.”
    His voice was a deep baritone, radiating friendliness despite the suspicion in his eyes as he turned back to Slade. “You could have let me know you had