No Regrets (Bomar Boys #1) by Jess Bryant

shivered when his gaze trailed over her slowly.
    “Colt?”
    “I’d say the one and only but since there’s two of me…” His head turned as a door crashed open down the small hallway.
    Jemma turned at the noise as well and what small amount of air she’d succeeded in pulling into her lungs after her surprise wake-up call left her. She’d woken up face-to-face with one half of the Bomar twins looking her over like she was fresh meat. All she’d felt with Colt’s eyes on her was the chilling sensation that he could see too much of her, that she needed to cover up, hide even. But when Cash stumbled into the room, clearly still half-asleep and full of concern as he looked her over, her entire body sat up, wanting more of his attention.
    He was wearing only a low-slung pair of mesh shorts and shirtless he was even more impressively built than she’d dreamed. And he was all she’d dreamed about. He was all hard lines and coiled muscle. The only marks on his gorgeous body were the occasional raised slash of a scar and a tattoo on his chest, just over his heart, that she would have to see closer to believe.
    She’d known a handsome boy but she was looking at a full grown man now.
    With his hair mussed, sticking up in every direction and stubble on his jaw, he managed to look boyish despite his big build, and her mouth practically watered. Her nipples pebbled and she shifted awkwardly as a rush of desire pooled between her legs. She tightened her hold on the blanket covering her and swallowed past the lump in her throat when their gazes collided and held.
    Desire, it was there, swift and fast and consuming.
    How could she want him like this? After everything she’d just gone through, she shouldn’t be thinking about anyone or anything sexually. After everything he’d done to her, she shouldn’t even be able to look at him. But last night, he’d been so good to her, been there for her when she’d had nobody else, that something inside of her had shifted.
    All of the hate that she’d held onto for so long wasn’t there this morning. In fact, for the first time in a long time, she could admit that it wasn’t hate at all. Mostly, it was hurt. Oh, there was a sizable helping of anger but for the most part it had always been hurt. It was strange that she could face that now, when she never could before, but she supposed until yesterday she’d never fully understood the concept of hate.
    She didn’t hate Cash. She never had. She’d felt a lot of things for him but hate had never been one of them. Love. Anger. Lust. Pain. Longing. Confusion. But never hate.
    “You okay?” His gruff voice made her shiver.
    She nodded.
    “I heard you scream and I thought…” He shook his head, as if he didn’t want to give voice to those thoughts and he didn’t have to, she could see that he’d thought the worst.
    “I’m sorry.” She tried to offer him a comforting smile, “I was just surprised to see Colt when I woke up.”
    Cash looked away from her for the first time since he’d come rushing into the room. His lips thinned and she glanced between the twins as they stared one another down. Clearly they were having some sort of telepathic conversation because Cash looked more and more annoyed but Colt only tipped up one eyebrow, his smile growing bigger and bigger.
    She took the opportunity of having his intense gaze elsewhere to look at Colt. Last night, she remembered Cash telling her they didn’t look identical anymore. She remembered him saying it was because Colt had tattoos but even if her brain had been working properly she wasn’t sure she could have imagined this.
    Colt’s hair was the same sand color as his twin though it was cut differently. He had the same piercing blue eyes, the same strong chin and dimpled cheeks, and where Cash’s body was big, Colt was built just as impressively. To a stranger, to even someone with a passing interest, they would have looked identical… except for the tattoos.
    Cash’s