Framed Shadows: Shadows Landing #6, Kathleen Brooks [great novels of all time TXT] 📗

let his desires take over as he speared one hand into her hair and deepened the kiss. His other hand pulled her flush against him. He felt the curve of her breasts, the way her breathing hitched in desire, the gentle rocking of her hips against his, and all thoughts fled from his mind.

His mouth devoured hers as his other hand ran up her hip and past her waist before cupping her breast. The little moan Tinsley let out vibrated straight through him like a dagger to the heart.

“What’s that man doing to Miss Tinsley, Momma?” a little voice asked. It tore through the veil of desire and Paxton reluctantly took a step away from Tinsley.

“They’re making babies,” another little voice answered.

“They shouldn’t be doing that on the street. No baby wants to be born on the street. It’s dirty and icky,” a little girl said.

Paxton turned to find a young woman surrounded by a herd of children, all staring at him and Tinsley.

“Good evening, Lydia,” Tinsley said as if she hadn’t just been caught clutching Paxton’s shirt. “Hello, kids.”

“Hello, Miss Tinsley,” they all echoed back.

“Who’s that?” the youngest boy asked.

“This is Mr. Paxton. He’s a friend of mine,” Tinsley said sweetly.

Meanwhile, Paxton just stared as he counted kids. “There’s seven of them,” he whispered to Tinsley in disbelief.

“Mr. Paxton, you look horny like Mr. Fuzzy Butt,” the smallest girl told him with a giggle.

“Lindsey!” the mother admonished the little girl in pigtails who just shrugged off her mother.

“He does. He looks all horny with the way he’s glaring. He’s looking at me the way Fuzzy Butt does when I take his toy away.”

“Ornery,” the mother said quickly. “She means ornery.”

The older boy crossed his arms and scowled at Paxton. “I think she had it right with horny.”

“Landry Junior!” The mother smacked his arm. “How do you know what that word means?”

Paxton had to choke back a laugh as the boy who looked to be closing in on his teenage years let out an annoyed sigh and rolled his eyes in a completely adolescent way. “I’m twelve, Mom. I think I know what horny means, just like I know when you and Dad tell me to put on my headphones and listen to music in my room that I’ll probably end up with another brother or sister in nine months. Duh.”

The oldest daughter smacked her brother. “Landry, don’t make Mom feel bad for being horny. If she’s horny, then she’s not ornery. Duh,” she said, mocking her older brother.

“Shut up, Lacy. You think you know everything. I’m the older brother.”

“Well, I know Mr. Paxton made it to second base while you probably think it’s about baseball,” Lacy shot back.

Paxton was going to lose it. He was trying hard not to because of the horrified look on the mother’s face, so he pressed his lips tightly together to keep from laughing out loud.

“I like baseball,” one of the little boys piped up. “I don’t want to make it to second base though. I want to hit a home run!”

“I know I want to round second base, hit third, and slide home,” Paxton whispered to Tinsley who smacked his arm. He saw the way her shoulders shook as she tried not to laugh.

“It’s very nice to meet you, Mr. Paxton. Say goodbye, kids,” Lydia ordered in an attempt to wrangle the kids up and escape the increasingly embarrassing situation.

Landry scowled at him. Lacy smiled at him. Lindsey said he didn’t look horny anymore because he was smiling. The little boy was still talking about making a home run as Lydia herded them away. As they disappeared down the street, Paxton heard the youngest boy ask how babies were made and Paxton lost it. The laughter broke free and it wasn’t just from him. Tinsley held tight to his arm as she bent over in a fit of giggles.

“They’re going to tell everyone that you are horny and we were making babies on the street. Right now I’m just laughing too hard to care. But you may want to steer clear of my brother for a few days.” Tinsley took in a deep breath to try to calm down, but it only resulted in more laughter.

“Come on, let’s go home. I believe I’m up to bat.”

“You sure you won’t pop out on a foul ball?” Tinsley asked.

“I’m sure. In fact, I’m up for a doubleheader.” Paxton placed a kiss on her forehead and held the door open for her to get into her car. “I’ll see you at home.”

He closed the door and watched as she drove away. Home. Nothing had ever sounded better to him than that.

Paxton followed Tinsley home. They met on the front porch and it was as if a spark had ignited a passion that was burning out of control. They came together in a clash, and before they were inside they were all hands, lips, and tongues. Paxton blindly reached around her to unlock the door. His heart was pounding, his body was on fire, and his mind was full of every little sound of pleasure Tinsley made.

That was until the sound of a car driving up the way entered his brain. “Are you expecting anyone?” Paxton asked as he moved his hand to the gun hidden at the small of his back.

“No,” Tinsley confirmed as she looked into the darkness. Two headlights appeared and Tinsley groaned as the truck came into view. “It’s my brother.”

The truck stopped and Ridge pushed the door open. His wife got out on the other side and mouthed “Sorry” to them.

“Hey, you two,” Ridge called out. “I felt bad about how the other night went so I thought we’d come over and get to know Paxton better.”

Paxton knew better. He bent his head toward Tinsley and whispered, “Your brother is blocking the plate.”

“So, Paxton,” Ridge said with a smile as if he knew he’d interrupted them. “Do you want kids someday?”

“I am so sorry,” Savannah muttered again as they all went inside