Henry has always wondered who his father is…but finally learning the truth rocks his entire world. Who could have imagined that Uncle Charlie, Aunt Desi, and his mom have been indulging in sizzling-hot group orgies for nearly twenty years?
He always thought of Aunt Desi and Uncle Charlie’s gorgeous daughter, Sara, as his cousin, and he spent all winter fantasizing about being her lover. Now that he knows she’s more than just his cousin…how is he going to make it through the summer without going insane?
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They stood there a moment longer, staring at each other in dazed confusion.
Then Sara started to laugh, and the fierce tension flowed away like a warm spring breeze.
Henry managed a breathless laugh of his own. And when she leaned against him this time, he was able to wrap an arm around her shoulder and give her a careless hug.
“I guess we needed to get that out of our systems,” he suggested, shaking his head. “All this talk about your mom and my mom…”
“…and our father…”
“…it’s just too weird!”
“Amen to that!” She rolled her eyes in baffled dismay. “Can you believe, after all these years, they’re still banging each other like…well, like horny teenagers!”
He’d turned to pull the saddlebags from his palomino, but now he spun back around to gape at her in surprise. “How do you know?”
“Because I snuck over into their wing last night, duh, and peeked through the keyhole.” She grimaced in disgust. “And I do not want to talk about it!”
He swatted at her long golden curls. “Then why did you bring it up?”
She ducked, and swatted back. Then her gaze dropped lower, and she slowly straightened. “Why did you?”
The front of his jeans were bulging in a huge erotic lump. Henry groaned with embarrassment. “Well, what did you expect, after you practically…attacked me?” he demanded, spinning away again.
“I didn’t, you grabbed me!” She jammed both fists on her hips again.
“No, I…” Henry stopped, and tried to reconstruct the scene. Had he? He honestly didn’t know. “Well, there are some things a man just can’t control,” he scowled as he struggled with the saddlebag buckles. “And getting horny because he’s kissing a beautiful woman is one of them.”
That rocked her back a pace. “Do you really think I’m beautiful?” she asked in a shy, hesitant little voice.
The saddlebags came free, and he ever-so-casually held them at waist level. “Aren’t you a little too old to be fishing for compliments, Goldilocks?”
“I’m not.” Color rose to her cheeks. “No one’s ever told me that before, except Mom and Dad. And they don’t count.”
He absorbed that in silence. “Well, someone should have. Because you are,” he finally said. Then his lips curved in a rueful grin. “Damned shame that we have to be so closely related.”
Sara dropped her eyes, and nudged the mossy ground with one foot. “Yeah, I know.”
“I spent all winter fantasizing about making love to you.”
“Really?” Her eyes brightened as she peered up at him again. “I spent all winter wanting you to be the first one who did.”
She was still a virgin? Holy Christ! Henry felt his already-rigid shaft jolt with raging lust.
“I think…” God, he was panting like a virgin himself! “I think,” he tried again, and struggled to force his voice back down into its normal deep register, “that this is one topic we’d better avoid from now on.”
“Yeah, okay.” Sighing, she turned to unbuckle her pinto’s saddle. “Is fishing a safe topic?”
“Yeah, it should be.”