Brazen (Brazen 1) (3 page)

She studied him for a long moment, searching his eyes for something, though for what, she wasn’t certain. “But do you want me here?”

“Of course I want you. I can’t believe you’d have to ask. Honey, I don’t know what’s going on with you, but never doubt that you are welcome at the ranch. It’s your home. That won’t change. You understand that?”

She leaned forward, his hands still framing her face, until her forehead rested against his. She put her arms around his neck in a hug. “I’ve missed you, Seth. I only feel at home when I’m with you and Zane.”

He sat there a minute longer then slowly stood up, letting his hands fall from her cheeks. “Zane’s waiting on us. Go on and get dressed. I’m going to head down to the lobby to check out. Come down when you’re ready.”

The miles stretched out over the West Texas landscape. Flat, barren, but beautiful to her. Jasmine stared out the window as the truck ate up the highway. The sun was high overhead, and although it was just the end of May, the heat had already settled in.

She leaned her forehead against the glass, idly listening to the two men talk in the front of the truck. Her mind was occupied with memories of the first time she’d taken this trip. A scared sixteen-year-old. No clue what the future held. Desperate to be away from the circumstances of her past.

She closed her eyes, remembering that night in a Houston bar when she’d approached Seth, her throat nearly swollen shut in fear. She’d propositioned him, knowing her only other choice was to be tossed back onto the streets. When he flatly refused her, she’d panicked, knowing he was her last chance.

He’d demanded to know how old she was as Zane watched in horror. They both looked disgusted at how she was dressed and the fact she’d offered herself for sex. She told Seth she was nineteen. He called her a liar and demanded the truth.

It was only when she saw the man standing across the room watching her, the man who’d insisted she earn her keep starting that night, that she’d broken down, sobbing in earnest as Seth and Zane stared at her in stunned silence.

The brothers had flanked her, all but dragging her out of the bar. They drove to a nearby café, sat her down, made her eat and demanded the whole truth.

She confessed that she’d run away from home and ended up on the Houston streets. No money, no way to eat or support herself. She’d been picked up by a ruthless pimp and expected to earn her keep by prostituting herself. Only she’d failed miserably. That night had been her final chance, and Seth had turned her down flat.

After that, there hadn’t been any question. The brothers drove her straight home to their ranch, hired Carmen as a housekeeper/chaperone/mother figure and they’d never looked back.

And so began her life at the Sweetwater Ranch.

To avoid any awkward questions as to why they were harboring a minor, they’d hired a tutor for her, and she’d finished high school at the ranch. After taking her GED, she’d enrolled in online college courses. Life at the ranch had been good, even if somewhat isolated. Bouts of loneliness and restlessness had led her to get into trouble on occasion. She grinned as she remembered all the times she’d snuck out to Tucker’s bar only for J.T. Summers, the local sheriff and longtime friend of Seth and Zane, to haul her back to the ranch.

“You’re quiet back there, little bit.”

She looked up to see Seth staring at her in the rearview mirror. She smiled. “Just drinking in the scenery,” she said. “After a year in Paris, it’s like seeing it all again for the first time.”

“We’ll be there soon,” Zane said. “You’ve been off in your own world back there. Did you even realize we’re just a few miles from the ranch?”

She sat up straighter to examine the landmarks, a spark of excitement shooting up her spine. Sure enough, they were a short distance to the ten-thousand-acre spread that housed the Sweetwater Ranch.

“Is Old Man still prowling around?” she asked as she leaned forward between the two brothers.

Zane chuckled. “Yeah, the old bastard is still alive and kicking. He must be six years old now. Last season he sported fourteen points. I’d love to have him scored by Boones and Crockett.”

“You’re not going to kill him!” she exclaimed.

He chuckled. “No, sweet thang, we’re not going to kill your pet. We want him to mate as many does as possible. He’s got great genes. Precisely the kind of deer we want a reputation for at Sweetwater.”

“Did you guys have a good season last year?”

“Yeah,” Seth broke in. “Managed a few record-book harvests. Happy customers. A few returning hunters. About all we can ask for.”

She leaned forward eagerly as they turned into the long, winding road that led to the ranch. They passed under a wrought-iron arch that bore the name of the ranch as well as the intricate design that mirrored the tattoos on Seth’s and Zane’s arms. As they pulled up, an older Mexican woman ran from the house, her arms waving madly. Jasmine smiled and piled out of her door.

“
Mi niña, mi niña
!” Carmen exclaimed as she swept Jasmine into her arms. “You are home at last. I’ve missed you terribly,
mi niña
.”

Jasmine gave herself over to the firm hug of the woman who’d been mother and nurturer since Jasmine’s arrival at the ranch all those years ago.

“I’ve missed you too,
mamacita
.”

“Can you still speak Spanish, eh
niña
? Or have you been among the French for too long now?”

“
Sí, mamacita
,” she said with a smile.

“
Bueno, niña
! Now come, come. Let the boys bring your stuff inside. We have much talking to do. You must tell me all about Paris. Oh, and did the boys tell you, tomorrow we are having a fiesta, a celebration to welcome you home. I have been cooking all week,
niña
. All your favorites.”

Jasmine let herself be pulled inside, a happy smile on her face. She’d missed home so much in the last year. Missed the way Carmen mothered her like an overprotective hen. She always seemed to know exactly what Jasmine needed, and right now, she could really use a mother.

Chapter Three

Jasmine ran a finger underneath the thin bikini strap at her hip to smooth the line as she traipsed down the stairs. Carmen’s fiestas always involved lots of food and a pool party. While Jasmine wouldn’t get into the water if her life depended on it, she’d sunbathe and watch the guys horse around.

J.T. was already here, along with Kyle Richards and Toby March. Her bedroom overlooked the patio, and she’d peeked out her window to see them all playing in the pool. Only Seth hadn’t made an appearance yet.

She made a pass through the kitchen to see Carmen on her way to the patio. When Carmen looked up and saw her, she immediately began babbling a stream of Spanish.

Jasmine laughed. “What’s wrong with my bikini,
mamacita
?”

Carmen glared at her. “That is no bikini,
chica
. That, that,” she sputtered. “That’s just a string draped around your private parts. Ai yi yi, are you trying to drive the boys crazy,
niña
?”

“Just two of them,
mamacita
.”

Carmen threw up her hands and continued to mutter. She attacked the bread dough she was kneading with ferocity. “You’re playing with fire,
niña
. Mark my words. What’s come over you? You didn’t used to parade around in skimpy outfits trying to drive my boys crazy.”

Jasmine wrapped her arms around Carmen and hugged her tight. “I love them,
mamacita
. I’ve always loved them. But they’ll always look at me like a little girl unless I do something to make them notice me.”

Carmen dropped the dough and wiped her flour-covered hands on her apron before returning Jasmine’s hug. “You be careful,
mi niña
. I love you like you were my own daughter. I don’t want to see you hurt. If you tease those boys, you have to be prepared for the result. That’s all I’m saying, eh? You be careful.”

Jasmine smiled. “I will,
mamacita
. I promise.” She hugged Carmen again. “I’m so glad to be home.”

Carmen clucked and shooed her away. “I’m glad you’re home too. Now go on and have fun. This is your fiesta. I’ll bring out some more food in a while. If I know those boys, there’s nothing left.”

Jasmine grinned and hurried for the patio. She paused inside the glass doors, gathering her courage to go out. Carmen was right about one thing. You could hardly call the strings of her bathing suit an actual bikini. Other than a thin triangle covering the curls between her legs, the rest of the suit was a series of strings. One around her waist and one resting in the crack of her ass. And her top. Well, it covered her nipples, and that was about all she’d say for it.

With a fortifying breath, she opened the sliding doors and walked out into the sun. The concrete patio felt warm underneath her bare feet as she padded toward the lounge chairs lining the pool.

A series of whistles rent the air, and her cheeks grew tight and warm. She glanced sideways to see the men staring at her from the pool. She couldn’t look away, despite the fact she was mildly embarrassed. Four hot men slicked down with water, droplets beading and running down hard chests. Damn.

She swallowed as her gaze found Zane. Her mouth went dry. His wild, black hair hung limply to his shoulders. The sun glinted off his wet skin, drawing attention to the bulging muscles. His earring winked at her in the light.

“Jesus, Jasmine, when did you go and grow up on me?” J.T. yelled out as he made his way to the side of the pool.

She smiled and waved then continued on to the chair a few feet away.

“Come on in,” Toby called out, gesturing for her to jump in.

She shook her head, a cold sweat beading on her forehead at the thought of plunging into the ten-foot deep pool. “I’m just sunbathing.”

She settled into her chair and began rubbing suntan lotion over the front of her body. She moved with slow, sensuous motions and watched from the corner of her eye.

Zane watched her, but then so did the others. She wasn’t normally such an exhibitionist, but the attention gave her a tiny thrill.

Finally she reclined, closing her eyes to soak up the warmth of the sun’s rays. In the distance she could hear splashing, the men’s voices.

Sometime later, she felt cold droplets on her stomach. She opened her eyes to see Zane standing over her, water dripping from his hair. He stared down at her, his gaze lowering to her stomach.

“You know Seth is going to shit a brick when he sees that, Jaz.”

She arched an eyebrow then looked down at her belly ring. She fiddled with the thin gold loop with her fingers. “You don’t think he’ll like it?” she asked innocently.

Zane chuckled. “You know damn well it’ll make him crazy. He’ll blame it all on me and call me a bad influence.”

“Do
you
like it?” she asked, staring back at him.

Zane swallowed and looked away. “It looks great on you. Uh, when did you get it done?”

He was uncomfortable, that much was obvious. She smiled a little. “In Paris. I missed you. Getting the piercing reminded me of you,” she said softly.

His eyes flew back to hers, fire building in their depths. Before he could respond, she rolled slowly onto her stomach.

“Could you untie my top and rub some suntan oil on my back? I don’t want a tan line,” she said.

She heard his swift intake of breath. Felt his eyes on her naked skin. His hands shook as he gingerly untied the strings and let them fall beside her.

It was all she could do not to moan in pleasure when his big hands rubbed gently over her. He smoothed oil over her shoulders, down to the small of her back. She held her breath. Would he touch her ass? God please let him touch her.

She closed her eyes when his hand closed over one cheek and then the other. He spent less time there, hurriedly applying the oil before standing back up.

“Thank you,” she mumbled, her face still hidden in her arms.

She heard him walk away then heard the splash as he jumped into the pool. His touch still lingered on her skin. Still burned hotter than the sun shining down on her.

As the sun rose higher, she drifted languidly between sleep and waking. She tuned out distant sounds as she floated. Then suddenly, the sun was blocked from her body. A shadow fell over her.

She pried one eye open and looked in the direction of the obstruction to see Seth standing over her, a dangerous glitter in his eyes.

“What the fuck are you doing, Jasmine?” He spread a towel over her ass before she could respond. “Since when do you lie around in the buff to sunbathe?”

“I’m not naked,” she mumbled.

He reached down to retie her straps. When he was finished, she rolled back over. She put a hand to her eyes to shield the sunlight as she stared up at him.

“See?” she challenged. “I’m dressed.”

“If you call that dressed,” he said darkly. “And what the hell’s up with the belly ring? Did Zane talk you into that?”

A hoot of laughter rose from the pool.

“See, I told you he’d blame me,” Zane called.

“You don’t like it?” she asked Seth.

“For God’s sake, Jasmine, you didn’t used to cavort around half naked or put unnecessary holes in your body.”

She worked to keep the amusement from her face. “I’m not a little girl anymore, Seth. I’m all grown up. You can’t expect me to look like a sixteen-year-old forever.”

It was the wrong thing to say, and they both knew it. He sobered, and she looked away, embarrassed by the memories conjured for both of them.

“Just get some clothes on,” he said gruffly. “Here.” He stripped off his T-shirt and tossed it to her. “Put that on. You’re going to get burned if you’re not careful.”

She watched as he walked to the far end of the pool where Carmen had set up a table with snacks and drinks. The horseplay resumed in the pool, and she wondered just how much of their conversation the others had heard.

She was about to toss aside Seth’s shirt and ignore his dictate when Toby pulled himself over the side of the pool and headed in her direction.