Sex Ed

Sex Ed

by Myla Jackson

Copyright © 2011, Myla Jackson. Al rights reserved.

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Chapter
One

Edward Judson slapped his dusty cowboy hat against his leg as he led his black gelding into the barn. The sun baked the weathered boards of the exterior, while the interior remained relatively cool. It took a few moments for his eyes to adjust to the shadows. "I traded that stock yesterday, made enough to pay off my land and put a hefty chunk of cash down on a house."

"Good move." Grant Fowler slung a leg over the pinto mare and dropped to the ground.

Ed owed Grant a lot for teaching him everything he knew about trading shares on the stock market.

The man owned a 5,000-acre ranch for a reason.

Not because he was good at raising horses, but because he was damned good at managing money.

"You don’t need my advice anymore, Ed," Grant said. "You could go into financial planning yourself with a few courses for certification."

"Not interested." Ed had just begun to understand the stock market's ful potential and seeing the fruits of his trades pay off. But he didn't need a lot of money, just enough for his own purposes.

"You gonna work training horses for other people like me the rest of your life?"

"Nope." Ed grinned. "Not that I don’t appreciate the work and al , but I got plans of my own."

"Whatcha gonna do with two hundred acres, Ed?"

"Get married someday, settle down, raise a family and some horses. It’s what I’m good at." He shifted his boots in the loose dirt of the barn floor.

"The horses part."

"You’re good at day-trading, dude."

"I’l do that on the side so that I can afford my horses too."

Grant shook his head, a smile spreading across his face. "Okay, I get it. Can’t say that I blame you. At least when you’re trading for yourself, you don’t have the responsibility of other people’s money hanging over you."

"You hit the nail on the head."

"So how is babysitting Connor Mason’s sister?

Saw her at the Ugly Stick Saloon last night." Grant whistled. "Looks to me like you got yourself a hot little handful in that one."

Ed’s muscles tightened, his pulse kicking up a notch as he stepped around the end of the stal .

"What do you mean?"

Grant held up his hands. "Nothing, buddy. Not a thing. Just that she’s a pretty girl."

"Yeah and every man in the building was drooling over her. I get it. Don’t add to the crowd, wil ya?" He should never have offered to look out for Kendal Mason. Especial y now that she was over twenty-one and legal in every way. As far as Ed was concerned, her body should be considered a class-one felony.

Every time he looked at her, he wanted to commit al kinds of lewd and lascivious acts. With two hard pul s, he yanked the leather strap from the girth around the horse’s bel y and let it fal , swinging to the other side.

Grant leaned on his saddle, apparently in no hurry whatsoever to groom his own horse or end the current conversation. "I don’t see how you do it."

"Do what?" As far as Ed was concerned, Grant talked too much. If he wasn’t the boss, he’d probably tel him so. Hel , he might anyway.

"I don’t know how you can keep your hands off her."

For the past six months, Ed had been fighting that very urge. "Grant, you talk too much." His hands ached to get hold of Kendal and touch her in ways that had nothing to do with brotherly love.

Grant laughed out loud, then continued to rub it in.

Much to Ed‘s agony.

"With that body and those boobs, the temptation would kil me."

"Resist, or I might just have to kil you. And I’d hate to lose my job because I kil ed the boss." Ed tossed the saddle onto a nearby saddle rack and grabbed a brush from the shelf, eager to get the task done and get home.

When Grant made no move to remove his

horse’s saddle, it was al Ed could do not to throw the brush at the man. With quick, calming strokes, Ed curried his gelding, refusing to respond to any other conversation from Grant.

"Okay, okay, I get the hint." Grant final y turned toward his saddle and removed the strap around the horse’s bel y. "I’m just saying you’re a better man than I am."

Ed snorted. As he ran the brush over the horse’s hindquarters, his cel phone vibrated his back pocket. He pul ed it out and clicked the talk button.

"Yeah."

"Ed?"

Every red blood cel leaped to attention at the sound of Kendal ’s voice. Then they al sped south to pool in his groin. Grant had it right. Keeping his hands off Kendal was only half his problem. Keeping his mind off her had become an impossibility.

"What do you need Kendal ?"

"When are you coming home? I have a project I need your help on."

"I’m not much good with school projects. Get one of your classmates to help you out."

"I would, but I’d rather you help me on this one.

It’s special and you’re my best choice," her breath whooshed out slowly before she continued, "the only man I trust."

Ed sucked in a deep breath, his imagination running rampant over the close quarters they’d be working in. He couldn’t do it. No way.
Just tell her
.

"I’l be home in fifteen minutes."

"Oh, good. I’l be waiting," she whispered into his ear, and the phone went silent.

Ed had a good start on a ful -blown erection by the time he climbed into his truck and turned it toward Temptation, Texas, the little backwater town he’d been born and raised in.

The short ride home from the Rockin’ G Ranch wasn’t nearly long enough to cool the heat building in his loins. Tomorrow, he’d start looking for a different place to live. He’d planned on living in the apartment below Kendal ’s until he had his own house built, but the way things were going, the way he felt about his best friend’s little sister…He couldn’t last much longer without doing something stupid.

As he turned onto the street where the old Ross house stood, a convertible backed out of the driveway he shared with the other two occupants. A muscular, bare-chested young man smiled and waved as he passed by with the top down, his long, bright blond hair blowing in the breeze.

His fingers tightened on the steering wheel and a frown settled between Ed’s brows. Who the hel was that leaving the house he shared with Kendal and Lacey? Better be one of Lacey’s conquests.

She was old enough to manage her own affairs.

Kendal , on the other hand, had barely been twenty-one for a few weeks. She’d better not be messing around on Ed’s watch.

As he shifted into park, he glanced up at the window to Kendal ’s apartment. The blinds were open and Kendal stood with her side to the window, wearing nothing but a thin, lace bra and thong panties. She turned her back to the window and unclipped the bra, letting it fal down over her arms to the floor.

She might as wel be naked—the thin strap of the thong cutting a line between her butt cheeks hid nothing.

Ed moaned, his cock twitched, and blood rushed in to make it swel behind his zipper. He forced anger to fol ow the powerful rush of lust. Did the girl have so little sense as to leave her window wide open so that any peeping Tom could look in?

With the storm of lust and righteous anger driving him forward, Ed leaped out of the car, passed the door to his apartment on the first floor and took the steps two at a time to the upper apartment where Kendal lived. He hammered on the door until Kendal flung it open.

"Oh, Ed." She cupped her hands over her naked breasts, like that did anything to hide their beautiful, lush ful ness from Ed’s vision. "Where’s the fire?"

Ed pushed past her and marched to the window on the other side of the apartment, yanking the string on the shade so hard, the shade popped out of its slot and clattered to the floor.

Kendal giggled behind him, her eyes going wide when Ed glared.

He gathered the shade from the floor, fit the ends into the slot and lowered it with more precision and care this time. When he was done, he faced Kendal , and breathed a sigh to find her clutching a shirt to her chest. "Don’t undress in front of the window. I thought your mother taught you better than that."

"There’s not anyone on this street who’d care but Old Man Frantzen." She tossed her hair. "I’m sure he’s so blind he couldn’t see that far anyway."

Ed jerked his thumb toward the window. "You never know what perverts are lurking out there looking for an eyeful. And honey, you were giving an eyeful and then some."

Her eyelids closed to half-mast and she sidled close. "Perverts? Hum…sounds interesting." Slim fingers climbed up his chest and the shirt she held slipped lower, letting one perky nipple peek through.

Ed reached out and lifted the shirt to cover her flesh, realizing his mistake as soon as the backs of his fingers brushed over her naked skin. Stifling a groan, he jumped back. "Just close the blinds before you strip, wil ya?"

"Yes, sir!" Kendal popped a salute.

That pesky shirt slipped down again to expose the other pretty breast.

A moan escaped Ed's throat and he dove for the door.

***

Kendal stood at her door as Ed beat a hasty retreat down the steps to his apartment. No sooner had his door slammed than Lacey's door opened across the hal from Kendal .

"Wel ?" Lacey pushed Kendal into her apartment and closed the door behind her. "How'd it go?"

"I don't know." Kendal frowned. "He came in al angry and left like a cat with his tail on fire."

Lacey's face split in a grin. "Did you show him some boobs?"

Heat flooded Kendal ’s cheeks. She held her tank top in front of her like she had positioned it for Ed. "I did this side first." She switched to let the other side be exposed. "I did this side and when he answered the door, al I had was this." She dropped the shirt altogether and covered her breasts with her hands.

"Did he touch them?"

"Yes, and no." Kendal ’s chest rose and fel on a heartfelt sigh. "Only to cover them."

"Did he mention Cory leaving with his shirt off?"

"Not a word." Kendal dropped onto the sofa.

"What am I doing wrong?"

Lacey laughed out loud. "Honey, you did it al right."

"Then why isn't he taking the hint?"

"Oh, he took it al right. I'l bet he's taking a real y cold shower right now. Shh. Listen." Lacey cupped her fingers around her ear, a smile curling the corners of her lips. "Yup, he's in the shower." She clapped her hands together. "Now, as soon as the water shuts off, be at his door ready to launch Plan B."

"I don't know. He didn't seem too excited by the idea of me being naked."

"Of course, he isn't excited by the idea of you getting naked with anyone else. I take it he closed the blinds based on the noise I heard a minute ago?"

She stood with her arms crossed.

"Yeah, so?" Kendal shrugged. "My brother would have done the same. Face it, the man has a brother complex. He can't touch me because he thinks of me as his kid sister."

"Then your job is to show him you're neither his sister, nor a kid."

The pipes clanked in the wal beside Kendal , indicating the shower had been turned off below.

Kendal dragged in a deep breath and let it slowly in an attempt to slow her pulse. It didn’t work.