Hawk's Way: Rebels (20 page)

His large, callused hand engulfed hers, offering comfort, reassurance and something else…a spark of sexual interest.

Jewel didn’t think she was imagining it. She felt a small frisson of pleasure merely from his firm hand-clasp. It was probably the way he looked into her eyes, as though seeking a connection, that made her insides jump a little.

“Call me Jewel, please, Gavin,” she replied.

“Jewel,” he repeated, the smile broadening, becoming more relaxed. “The name fits.”

Jewel only had an instant to decide whether to frown or smile, as Mac had instructed. Jewel smiled.

She had only taken two steps when Gavin put a hand under her elbow and said, “You’re hurt.”

“It’s an old injury that causes me to limp,” she said, wondering if the interest she had previously seen would diminish, now that he knew she was considerably less than perfect.

Her opinion of him went up a notch when he said, “It doesn’t seem to slow you down much.” She felt a spurt of anxiety when Gavin made eye contact with her again, because the sexual spark was still there. Well, she had wanted to attract him and she had. So now what did she do with him? She turned to find Mac staring at her through the terminal’s front picture window.

Mac was safe. Mac was non threatening.

Mac also was not volunteering to help her get over the lingering fear that had kept her celibate all these
years. Maybe seeing that someone else was interested in her would spur him to action.

She turned back to Gavin and forced another smile onto her face. “You look like you spend a lot of time outdoors.”

“I own a cattle ranch south of Houston,” he said. “I spend my weekends there when I can.”

“You should be right at home here,” she said. “We do a lot of trail rides in the early morning and late after noon for the children.”

“What about moon light rides for the grown-ups?” he asked. “Ending with a romantic campfire and toasted marsh mal lows?”

Jewel was a little shocked at how fast Gavin had made his move. She swallowed back the knot of fear and shot him a calculated come-hither glance. “I suppose that could be arranged.”

“How about tonight?”

“How about what tonight?” Mac asked.

Jewel had been so busy staring back into Gavin’s brown eyes, she hadn’t realized they had reached the terminal. Mac’s question caught her unawares. “What?”

“Jewel and I were just setting up a moon light ride for tonight,” Gavin said.

Jewel heard the warning in Gavin’s voice.
Stay clear. This one’s mine. We don’t want company.

Mac ignored it. “Sounds like a fine idea,” he said. “Hey, Patty, you want to go for a moon light ride tonight?”

Patty smiled. “Sure. Who all’s going?”

“Every body,” Gavin said wryly, his gaze never leaving Mac’s.

At least Gavin was a good sport, Jewel thought. She was grateful that Mac had realized how un comfortable she would have been all alone with Gavin and had invited himself and Patty. With Mac along she would feel safer flirting with Gavin. And perhaps Mac would be moved to do a little flirting himself.

Jewel was amused to see how Gavin maneuvered to be in the front seat with her on the trip back, forcing Mac into the back with Patty and the kids. Gavin wasn’t the least impressed by Mac’s football hero status, because he wasn’t a big football fan.

“I know that sounds like blasphemy in Texas,” he said. “But I’d rather spend my Saturday and Sunday afternoons at the ranch, since I’m stuck indoors reading and writing the rest of the week.”

“What’s the name of your ranch?” Jewel asked as she started the van and headed back toward the ranch.

“Let’s not talk about me,” Gavin said, avoiding an answer. “Tell me about yourself.”

Jewel watched Gavin stiffen as Mac suddenly leaned forward, bracing his arms on the back of the front seat, effectively interposing himself between Jewel and the counselor. “Mind if I listen?” Mac said. “Jewel and I haven’t had much time to catch up on things since the last time we were together.”

Jewel heard the insinuation in Mac’s voice that suggested “together” meant more than sitting on a garden swing next to each other.

“You two are old friends?” Gavin asked, eyeing the two of them speculatively.

“We’re rooming together,” Mac said. “Didn’t Jewel tell you?”

Jewel turned a fiery red at the knowing look Gavin gave her, even though the situation with Mac was perfectly innocent. She was a little perturbed at Mac. He seemed to be saying everything he could to keep Gavin at a distance. She appreciated his concern, but until he volunteered to take Gavin’s place, she was determined to be brave enough to pursue the relationship.

She forced a laugh and said, “Mac has been like a big brother to me for years. He gets a little protective at times.”

Gavin’s brows rose, and the smile returned. “I see. Don’t worry, Mac,” he said, patting Mac’s arm. “I’ll take good care of her.”

Mac grunted and shifted back into the back seat, his arms crossed over his chest.

Jewel shivered as she made brief eye contact with Gavin. It looked like she was going to get a chance to try out her feminine wiles tonight. Mac would be there, so she wouldn’t have to worry about things getting out of hand. Toasting marsh mal lows over a campfire would be a marvelously romantic setting, perfect for establishing a friendly rapport with Gavin.

She wondered if Gavin would try to kiss her. She wondered if she should let him. She caught Mac’s narrowed gaze in the rearview mirror and wondered, with a smile, if
Mac
would let him. She had better have a talk with Mac before the trail ride and let him know she welcomed Gavin’s attentions for the practice they would provide.

Jewel shivered in anticipation. She only hoped that when the time came, and Gavin made advances, she would have the nerve to follow through.

M
AC STARED THROUGH HIS HORSE’S EARS
at Jewel, riding side by side with Gavin on the moonlit trail ahead of him. Patty had decided to stay at the ranch, so he had no riding partner. Mac watched Jewel lean close to hear what Gavin was saying. A trilling burble of laughter floated back to him on the wind. His neck hairs rose, and he gritted his teeth in frustration.

That could have been him riding beside Jewel. That could have been him making her laugh. Instead, he was reduced to the role of chaperon. And not enjoying it one bit.

Mac turned to see who was coming as another horse cantered up beside him bearing one of the three late additions to their trail ride. “Hey, Colt. What’s new?”

“You know anything about that Gavin guy?” Colt asked, aiming his chin toward the couple ahead of them.

Mac stared at Gavin. “He’s as comfortable on a horse as any cowboy I’ve ever seen, he’s educated, friendly, courteous and he appears to be interested in Jewel.”

“You think he’ll try to hurt her?”

Mac saw the worry on Colt’s young face. Six years ago the kid had been only eight, but obviously Jewel’s trauma had left a lasting impression on her family.
“There’s not much Gavin can do with me along,” Mac reassured the teenager.

Colt heaved a sigh of relief. “Thanks, Mac. Jewel is… well, she’s pretty special.”

“I know.”

Colt glanced over his shoulder, frowned, then looked straight ahead again. “I thought I might get to see a little more of Jenny if we came along tonight. I should have known she’d stick like glue to Huck.”

Mac arched a brow. “You have feelings for her yourself?”

Colt readjusted his Western straw hat, setting it lower over his eyes to hide his expression. “She’s Huck’s girl.”

“You didn’t answer my question.”

“So what if I like her?” Colt retorted. “Nothing’s gonna come of it. They’ll probably get married as soon as Huck finishes college.”

“College is a long way off. Maybe Huck will change his mind. Or Jenny will.”

Colt snorted. “What difference would that make? She doesn’t know I’m alive.”

Mac wasn’t sure what to say. He hadn’t been too fortunate in the romance department himself. But he knew what he would do if he loved a woman. “Mind if I offer you some advice?”

Colt shrugged.

“If you get a chance to make Jenny your girl, grab it with both hands.” He grinned at Colt. “It’s awful hard for a woman to resist a man who loves her, heart and soul.”

Colt eyed him sideways. “If you say so.”

They had reached the ring of stones Camp Little Hawk used as a campfire site for bar be cues. Mac watched as Gavin lifted Jewel from her horse, sliding her down the front of him as he settled her feet on the ground. He saw the stunned look on Jewel’s face as she gazed up at Gavin. Was it fear or wonder she had felt at the intimate contact?

He kneed his horse into a lope to catch up to them. He was out of the saddle and at her side seconds later. “Hey, Jewel,” he said, putting a hand on her shoulder. “Let’s get the fire going for those marsh mal lows.”

When she looked at him, he saw dazed pleasure in her eyes. Damn. She was definitely aroused. A quick glance at the front of her—at the pebbled nipples that showed through the knit top—con firmed his diagnosis.

So what was he supposed to do now? Disappear, so Gavin could get on with his seduction?

The hell he would.

He grabbed Jewel’s hand. “Come on, Jewel. Let’s get some firewood.”

Jewel glanced at him in surprise, smiled and followed him to the box of firewood that was kept nearby. He loaded her arms with kindling and picked up a few logs to carry back himself. By the time they returned to the fire, Colt had unpacked the wire clothes hangers they had brought along and was unbending them to make marsh mal low roasting sticks.

Mac and Jewel knelt together before the ring of stones that Jenny and Huck were straightening and began arranging the kindling and logs. Gavin arrived moments later with the bag of marsh mal lows, a thermos of hot chocolate and some paper cups from his saddlebag and
a couple of blankets that had been tied behind Jewel’s saddle.

“Up, you two,” he said to Mac and Jewel. “Let me get this down under you.”

Mac and Jewel scooted to the side, and Gavin spread the gray wool blanket where they had been, settling himself on the opposite side of Jewel from Mac and leaning close to whisper, “I think you’ve already started my fire.”

Mac couldn’t help overhearing. Or seeing Jewel stiffen slightly before she managed a smile and replied, “Give me a match, and I’ll show you a real blaze.”

Gavin, damn him, laughed and handed her a box of matches. Instead of letting her light the match by herself, Gavin held her hand as she drew the match along the edge of the box and lit the kindling. When the fire from the match had almost reached her fingers, Gavin lifted her hand to his mouth and blew it out.

Jewel made a mewling sound that had Mac’s insides clenching. His hands fisted unconsciously, and his body tensed to fight.

Until that moment, Mac had not realized the extent of his feelings for Jewel. He had always liked her and considered himself her friend. He had missed talking to her in the years they had been apart. He was more than a little attracted to her. But the instinctual need to claim her, to make her his and only his, rose unbidden from some where deep inside him.

He resisted the strong urge to hit Gavin Talbot in the nose and began straightening out a clothes hanger to use as a roasting stick. Fighting the metal was a better
release for his tension than starting an uncivilized brawl.

It was abundantly clear to him now, as it had not been before, that he wanted to be the man Jewel gave herself to for the first time. He wanted to see her eyes when their bodies were joined, hear her sighs as she learned the pleasure to be found in loving each other.

But Gavin moved fast, and Mac wasn’t sure he was going to get a second chance with Jewel if something didn’t happen pretty quick to separate the two. It didn’t take much of a fire to toast marsh mal lows, and it wasn’t long before Colt opened the bag and began tossing marsh mal lows around. Gavin was making Jewel laugh again, putting a marsh mal low on the end of her roasting stick and whispering in her ear as it toasted on the fire.

“Jewel,” Mac said quietly.

To his surprise, she looked immediately at him. “Yes, Mac?”

“Your marsh mal low is on fire.”

Because she was looking at him, she swung the burning marsh mal low in his direction. Mac caught the coat hanger far enough back not to burn himself and blew out the fire. “Hope you like it charred,” he said with a smile.

He blew on it to cool it, then pulled the gooey marsh-mal low off the end of the wire and held it out to her between thumb and forefinger. She leaned forward, her mouth open, and grabbed Mac’s wrist as she bit into it. She held on to his wrist while she chewed, waving her hand at her mouth and making noises because the gooey marsh mal low was both hot and deliciously sweet.

Then, as though it were the most natural thing in the world, she leaned over and sucked the rest of the marsh mal low off of his thumb, licking it clean with her tongue.

Mac stared at her with avid eyes. She could have no idea what she was doing. By the time she was done with his thumb and had started on his forefinger, his body was strung as tight as a bow string.

Jewel looked up at him, his forefinger still in her mouth, and caught his gaze with hers. She might not have realized be fore hand what effect she was having on him, but he saw she recognized immediately what she had done.

Ever so slowly, she withdrew his forefinger from her mouth, then let go of his wrist. She had to clear her throat to speak. “I forgot to bring along wet wipes,” she said. “I figured that was the best way to get rid of the marsh-mal low.”

Mac took the fingers that had been in her mouth and slowly licked off imaginary specks of sugar. “It seems to be all gone.”

He watched Jewel swallow hard before Gavin distracted her attention.

“How about sharing this one with me?” Gavin said, putting a hand on her forearm to stake his claim and holding out a perfectly toasted marsh mal low.

Mac saw the goose bumps rise on her flesh where Gavin’s hand lay. Saw her tentative smile as she turned back to the other man.

“Sure, Gavin,” she said. “I’d like that.”

She pulled the gooey marsh mal low from the wire and ate half of it before Gavin caught her wrist and,
with a grin, turned the marsh mal low toward himself. Mac watched in helpless fury as Gavin ate the rest of the marsh mal low from her hand and licked her fingers clean.

When Gavin started kissing her fingertips, something inside Mac snapped. “That’s it!”

“What?” Jewel said, turning bewildered eyes on him.

“Let’s go, Jewel.” Mac stood and grabbed Jewel’s wrist to drag her to her feet. He was surprised when she resisted.

“What’s wrong with you, Mac?” she said.

“I think this has gone far enough.” He said the words to the counselor, who under stand exactly what his problem was.

Gavin rose to his feet, his legs wide spread. “I didn’t hear the lady complaining about my attentions.”

Gavin had a point. But Mac wasn’t in a rational mood. “The lady is too polite to say anything.”

Gavin raised a questioning brow and faced Jewel. “Is that true, Jewel?”

“I don’t see… I mean, I think I may have encouraged…I just wanted to see…”

Gavin’s lip curved wryly on one side. “Your point is taken,” he said to Mac.

By then, Colt was on his feet on the other side of the fire. “You need any help, Mac?”

Jenny grabbed Colt’s T-shirt where it hung out of his jeans and yanked on it. “Sit down, Colt. This doesn’t concern you.”

“She’s my sister.”

“Sit down, Colt,” Jenny repeated.

Mac watched as Colt met Jenny’s gaze and settled back onto the ground beside her.

By then, Jewel was up and standing nose to nose with Mac. “What’s gotten into you?” she demanded in a harsh whisper. “You’re the one who told me to flirt with him in the first place!”

“I didn’t think it would go this far,” Mac said stubbornly.

“Thanks to you,” she hissed, “it’s not likely to go much further!”

“That’s fine by me,” Mac retorted.

“I think I’ll excuse myself and let you two settle this alone,” Gavin said. “I can find my own way back.”

“We’d better get going, too,” Jenny said, rising and pulling Huck and Colt to their feet. “I don’t want to be late getting home.”

Within moments, everything had been picked up and repacked, and the four of them were on their way back to the ranch house, leaving Mac and Jewel to put out the fire.

“All right, Mac,” Jewel said. “I want to hear from your own lips what possessed you to cause such a scene.”

J
EWEL WAS CONFUSED BY
M
AC’S STRANGE
behavior. “You’re the one who told me to try out my feminine wiles,” she said. “The first time I do, you act like a jealous lover.”

She thought Mac flushed, but it was hard to tell in the fire light.

“I thought you wanted me along to protect you,” he said.

“If I needed protection. Which I did not.”

Mac kicked sand over the fire, creating a cloud of smoke. “You
liked
the way he was pawing you?”

“
Pawing
me?” she said. “Gavin’s attentions weren’t at all unwelcome.”

When Gavin had smiled at her, she had allowed herself to feel the pleasure of being attractive to—and attracted to—a handsome man. When he had blown out the match, and his warm, moist breath touched her hand, she had not cut off the frisson of awareness that skittered down her spine. When he had kissed her fingertips, she had felt her heart beat more rapidly in response.

But none of those feelings in any way compared to the shock of awareness she felt when she had met Mac’s gaze and discovered he had been aroused by the way she had sucked and licked his fingers clean.

It was the difference between a pinprick and being stabbed with a knife. While she was completely aware of both, one was slight and fleeting, while the other burned deep inside. One would disappear quickly; the other would not soon be for got ten.

She wasn’t about to admit her vulnerability to Mac when he was behaving like a jealous idiot. Especially when he wasn’t volunteering to take Gavin’s place. “I liked what Gavin did,” she said.

“I didn’t,” Mac said flatly.

“Why not?” Jewel demanded.

“He was moving too fast. You hardly know the guy.”

“He didn’t do anything I didn’t allow.”

“That’s another thing,” Mac said. “Just how far were you intending to go? Would you have let him kiss you?”

“Why not?” she said tartly.

Mac made a threatening, rumbly sound in his throat. “I can kiss you as well as some stranger can. If it’s kisses you want, come to me.”

“Last night you said—”

“Forget about last night. It never happened. We start new, here and now. You want to practice being a woman, practice with me.”

Jewel eyed Mac in astonishment. She had exactly what she had thought she wanted. All she had to do was find the courage to follow through and take Mac up on his offer. She took a deep breath, let it out and said, “All right. I’ll practice with you.”

Mac heaved a sigh and knelt down to stir the ashes with a stick to make certain the fire was out. “Thank God that’s settled.”

“I want to be kissed, Mac.”

She watched his shoulders tense, saw him drop the stick, then rise to face her.

“You want to be kissed now?”

“If you hadn’t scared Gavin away, he’d be kissing me now,” she pointed out.

It was hard to tell what Mac was feeling. His eyes were narrowed in—anger? His lips were twisted in a moue of—frustration? And his brow was furrowed deep with—apprehension? Which showed how good she was at reading men. What did Mac Macready have to be anxious about? He must have kissed a hundred women. She was the one who needed lessons.

“Come here, Jewel,” Mac said in a voice that grated like an unoiled hinge.

It only took a couple of steps for her to reach him. His
arms opened wide, and as she stepped between them, they folded around her. One hand caught at her nape, the other low on her spine, just above her buttocks. She was aware of goose bumps rising along her nape as his hand slid up and grasped a handful of her hair.