Page 18 of Last Mile

I’d introduced him to several of the guys, and he seemed to be enjoying himself. I’d meant to sit down with him, but my newest piece of ass had come up and insisted we dance. My dick couldn’t seem to tell her no.

But the stares I was getting weren’t coming from Marley. In fact, he hadn’t glanced in my direction all night. No, it was the fine-as-hell woman beside him who had been doing her best at eye- fucking me.

Tonight was the first night I had had the pleasure and the pain of meeting Marley’s girlfriend. He’d mentioned her in passing during our lunchtime conversations. I hadn’t paid too close attention, so I couldn’t remember if her name was Sandy or Samantha. Since she was his age, she had at least five years on me, and that fact made me want to volunteer to be her cougar cub.

If there was one word to describe her looks, it was exotic. Sure, she was probably more an ethnic mutt than anything, but it made for one hell of an attractive combination. I hadn’t failed to notice that she had turned the heads of more than one of my brothers tonight. I just hoped the leering looks hadn’t pissed off Marley.

When she realized I was looking at her, a catlike smile curved on her ruby- red lips. She tossed some strands of her silky, jet- black hair over her shoulder. Sitting beside her, Marley didn’t act as if he noticed anything that she was doing.

Even though he wasn’t a patch- wearing brother, I still shouldn’t have been giving her the eye. You didn’t fuck around with women who belonged to your brothers. It usually led to trouble of the fist-flying kind. And even though there were more than enough hot pieces of available ass here, I couldn’t help letting my mind wanderto places it shouldn’t with that woman.

My ears perked up at the sound of a baby’s cry. I knew the cry very well, since it belonged to my nephew, Wyatt. As I headed across the main room of the roadhouse, I could see Alexandra in the doorway to the kitchen, walking around, trying to pacify the fussy baby.

“What’s wrong with the little man?” I asked.

Alexandra huffed out a frustrated breath. “I have no idea. He’s just been fed and had his diaper changed, but he insists on being whiny.” She kissed the top of her son’s dark- haired head. “Truth be told, I think he’s sick of me. With Deacon gone camping with Willow, he’s had no one else to amuse him the past three days.”

“Here, let me take him.”

Alexandra’s eyebrows rose in surprise. “Really?”

When I nodded, she passed him into my waiting arms. He immediately dried up the sniffling and gazed into my face.

“Who knew you were so good with babies?” Alexandra mused.

With a wink, I added, “Nah, it’s more about the fact that he’s had too much tit time. He needs to be with some men for a while.”

“You’re terrible,” she replied, smacking my arm playfully.

“You love me, though,” I teased.

Alexandra leaned over and bestowed a kiss on my cheek. “Yes, I do. Very much.” Patting Wyatt’s back, she then said, “Bring him to me when you get tired of him or he gets tired of you.”

“Sure thing.”

As I walked Wyatt around the main room, several of my brothers stopped to talk to us while their old ladies or girlfriends cooed at Wyatt. Although he was all Alexandra when it came to looks, Wyatt was like his old man and knew how to work a crowd. He grinned and waved his hands, drawing smiles from everyone we talked to.

“What a little cutie,” a voice said behind me.

I turned around to find my eye- fucker standing behind me. Damn, she was even more smokin’ hot up close. “Thanks.”

“Is he yours?” she asked.

“Oh hell no. He’s my brother’s.”

She smiled as she reached out to stroke Wyatt’s chubby cheek. “I take it you don’t have any of your own.”

“That would once again be a hell no.”

“You’re awfully good with him.”

“I like kids just as long as they belong to someone else,” I answered honestly.

When Wyatt reached for her, she looked at me to gauge my response. “Sure. You can hold him.”

Wyatt happily dove into her waiting arms. “Aren’t you a charmer?” she murmured, to which Wyatt gurgled happily.

“I don’t think we’ve met,” I said as she sweet-talked Wyatt.