Blaine, Destiny - Domination Plantation [Southern Plantation 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) Read Online Free PDF

looked at her made her knees knock together. Jenna reached behind her back and worked to untie her bikini top. She stopped, listened, could’ve sworn she’d heard footsteps, and then loosened the strings, briefly revisiting her short encounter with Brogan.
    “Don’t do it.”
    Startled, she quickly turned around. Her palm flew to her chest. “Jules, I didn’t know you were here. I thought you left with Serena and Brogan.”
    “And I thought you slept until after twelve. Serena said you didn’t get up early.”
    Jules approached with caution. He wore light denim jeans and a tan belt. His body was bronze. His abs—dear God—were defined, cut to a woman’s liking and it was obvious, by the beads of moisture across his chest and belly, he’d been working for the better part of the morning.
    Studying the pool, she said, “Serena knows I’m up with the chickens. I’m afraid I’ll miss something.”
    “Is that right?” Jules asked, straddling one of the large lounge chairs. Seated across the middle, he folded his arms behind his head, acting as if he were there to soak in the rays.
    He looked like a god, and Lord help her, she was green with envy. What she’d give to be that cushion right smack dab under Jules, even if she provided him with a seat and nothing more.
    She fluttered her feet beneath the water’s surface. She watched her legs move, feeling his intense gaze piercing through her body.
    She suddenly possessed unfamiliar thoughts loaded with big ideas and soaring ambitions, but not enough experience to encourage a forward pursuit of a man like Jules. “I have a lot of energy. Even Serena has a hard time keeping up.”
    “Imagine that,” Jules drawled, rubbing his chin. “So you and Serena have been best friends for a long time, huh?”
    “Yeah, we have. Her family…” She paused, realizing Jules was part of Serena’s family. “Her parents, that is, have been really good to me.”
    “Heath and Fiona are fine people.”
    “They’re like my own flesh and blood.”
    “But they aren’t. I mean, I don’t want to be cruel or anything, but we’re not related, you know.”
    Her gaze met his. “I know, Jules. I also understand why you and Brogan keep reminding me.”
    He slowly licked his lips, dragging the pad of his thumb over the shape of his mouth. His tongue had likely been the undoing of a good woman or two, even though she wouldn’t know—at least by past encounters—what to do with a tongue like his.
    “So tell me about you and Serena. When did you meet the apple of my eye?”
    Jenna laughed. “She’s gonna love hearing she’s grabbed your fruity attention.”
    “She’s always had it and she knows this. Brogan and I adore her. We don’t have kids of our own, so we used to rob Heath of his.”
    “Heath’s a bit older than you though. You still have time to have a houseful of your own.”
    “Sure, I guess. Maybe before I’m thirty, I’ll have a parental urge to populate the earth. I still have some time. Besides, I never found a woman who interested me enough to keep around for making babies.”
    She gulped and stopped kicking her feet all at once. Realizing she’d halted her movements, she made a sudden splash and started kicking like she was trying to participate in a strenuous water aerobic workout.
    Opting against sharing the details of her friendship with Serena, Jenna focused on Jules. She found little reason to discuss her past when the immediate future looked more enticing.
    Jules reached under the long chair and adjusted the angle of the lounger. Crossing his ankles, he tucked his hands under his head once more. The cowboy hat topping his head slid down over his eyes. He never bothered to push it back up. “Sure is a pretty day.”
    “It’s supposed to be in the upper eighties. I heard the weather report on the radio this morning.”
    “Uh-huh,” Jules muttered. “We’re in for a hot summer.”
    A scorching day, too, if she didn’t stop gawking. Jenna quickly