Rebecca Joyce by The Sheriff's Jailbirds Page A

enough bed to hold all three of them, so while they began in Braxton’s queen-sized bed, fucking, by morning Jordan and Braxton were left alone while Charlotte vacated to the couch.
    Jordan was starting to worry. Lately, Charlotte would leave right after having sex instead of staying and cuddling. Something was up with her. Jordan had his suspicions, but only time would tell. There were too many occurrences where she was concerned. Add in her erratic behavior, and well, her little idiosyncrasies were adding up. In the mean time, he and Braxton had ordered a California King, and it was supposed to be delivered this weekend.
    “Well, Jordan, that’s the last box. If you and Braxton don’t mind, me and my brothers are gonna head on out. We’ll take the trailer. That way you and Brax can have some time together,” Orin McDaniel offered, walking toward the door.
    “I’d appreciate that. Thank you, and tell your brothers beer is on me the next time.”
    “You know something, Jordan”—the tall cowboy stopped, looking him in the eye—“a bunch of us were worried when we heard Braxton had found his better halves. We all grew up together, and, well Braxton may have been the high school quarterback and popular, but he never really showed any emotion. We all thought when his dad died he would open up, but he never did. But seeing you with him, well, I just want to be the first to say, you’re good for him. Braxton is lucky to have you.”
    Jordan didn’t know what to say. He was shocked and a little embarrassed.
    “Thank you.”
    “We’ve all know for a while now Braxton swings both ways. Not that we all care. Hell, there are some pretty dynamic couplings in Treasure Cove, but for someone like Braxton, it took a lot for him to admit what he really was, though, I don’t really think he really did admit it yet, but I heard through the grapevine he claimed ya’ll pretty loud and clear.” Orin grinned, and Jordan knew then that word had spread from Celestial of that day.
    “Guess he was rather loud about it, wasn’t he?” Jordan smiled.
    “Loud, hell, that was me just claiming what was mine,” Braxton said, coming up behind him and placing his hand on his shoulder. When Jordan looked into his eyes, they were full of laughter and something else. Love?
    Could this handsome sheriff be falling in love with him?
    God he hoped so, because from their first encounter, Jordan was head over heels.
    “Never knew Braxton to beat around the bush. Now, that hellcat you both have, well she is something else. If you ever need help, you know where to find me.” Orin smiled and ducked out as Braxton lunged for him.
    “You stay away from Charlotte, you asshole, and I will overlook those wild parties you have out at that ranch of yours,” Braxton yelled after his friend.
    “Ha, can’t wait to have Charlie out there. You, too, Jordan! See ya’ll back at the Cove,” Orin shouted as he drove away.
    “I like him,” Jordan said, coming up behind Braxton and wrapping his arms around his waist.
    “He’s a good guy. If you ever need anything and I’m not around, you can count on Orin to have your back. Same with his brothers,” Braxton told him.
    “When do we have to head back?” Jordan asked, kissing the side of Braxton’s neck. He loved the way Braxton’s head fell back, granting him better access. It was endearing and fucking hot as hell. Jordan could already fell his heartbeat pick up, and when his hands slowly moved down his waist, Braxton’s hard cock was already straining against his slacks.
    “We have a couple of minutes,” Braxton moaned.
    “That’s all we need.”
    Quickly shedding their clothes, there were standing face-to-face, naked, rubbing and stoking each other’s cocks.
    Braxton turned Jordan into his arms, kissing him hard, forcing his tongue into his mouth. He tasted like peppermint and sin. Kissing his way down he sucked each of his nipples, biting them gently before working his way back up then