Chapter Two
Men were idiots, Sandy thought as she rushed into the locker room and breathed a sigh of relief to see Susie arguing with Blake and Brian. Jane was in the corner chatting with some of the woman from the class.
Going straight to her locker, she grabbed everything out, not even bothering to shower. She just wanted to get away from all the mayhem. She thanked God that she had driven here then met up with the girls.
Sandy wandered over to Jane and tapped her on the shoulder. “Sorry to interrupt, but I just wanted to say I’m beat, so I’m heading home. Talk later, and say bye to Susie for me.”
God bless her friend when she only nodded and shooed her away.
Rushing out of the locker room, Sandy walked quickly out of the gym and ran to her car. She sped away to get as far from the craziness as possible. She had enough of that in her life, thanks to her brothers and father. It wasn’t that she didn’t love her family. They were way too overprotective and scared away any man that showed interest in her. She’d only moved out last year, and it was into a house three doors down from her father’s and next door to one of her brothers.
Thinking on the oddity of the night, she sighed to herself. It was such a pity those men were not all there in the head because the two instructors she’d had were smoking hot. Well, if she went for tall, dark, muscle-clad, handsome men. The problem was she couldn’t stop thinking about them. And when she did think of them her body came alive and wanted things Sandy knew she couldn’t have. Their images flashed before her eyes then the images of her family. Nope, wasn’t going to happen.
Sandy would never submit to going out with anyone even close to her brothers and dad. They were all well over six feet, muscular, and the bossiest, most irritating men in the world. When she thought of her family, she always wondered what it would have been like if her mother had survived the car crash. But thoughts like that just made her sad so she shrugged them off and focused on the road.
After arriving home, she opened her garage and drove in. Once out of the car, she opened her door and heard the sound of her television blasting. Sandy dumped her things on the kitchen table and went to see which brother had come over and invaded her space.
The sight that greeted her made her see red. Her two brothers sat on her lounge eating the lasagna she’d cooked last night for her dinner tonight.
Growling, she stormed in front of them and switched the TV off. “What the hell are you two doing in my house? For Christ’s sake, Philip, you live next door, and, John, can’t Dad feed you?” They looked anywhere but at her. “You two better not have eaten all my dinner.”
She groaned when two sets of puppy dog eyes fell on her, and Philip whined out, “Oh come on, sis, I could smell the lasagna last night when you were cooking it, and you know it’s one of my favorite dishes that you do.”
Snarling, Sandy went over and slapped both their heads. She grabbed the last miniscule piece of lasagna and walked away yelling, “If you’re not out of my house by the time I shower and dress for bed, I swear I won’t be accountable for what I do. And stop eating all my food.”
Shoveling the last of the lasagna into her mouth, Sandy slammed her bedroom door and walked into her bathroom to turn on her shower taps. Placing the empty plate on her bathroom vanity, she took her clothes off, chucked them in the hamper, and hopped under the calming hot spray. She rinsed her hectic, long day off.
Sandy closed her eyes and knew if she didn’t get out soon, she would fall asleep in the shower. She turned off the water. Praying her brothers listened to her for once, she grabbed the towel, wrapped it around herself, and strolled out to her room. Hearing quiet, she collapsed on the bed so she could rest her eyes for a moment or two before she cleaned up her brothers’ mess. She moaned as an image of a tattooed, tall, muscular, sapphire blue-eyed man and an older, taller, tanned man with short black hair and emerald green eyes came into view the second she closed her eyes.
Sandy hadn’t stopped thinking about Jake and Zack since she met them. They were gorgeous, every woman’s desire. Sandy wished she could have just one night with them. She knew they were out of her league and probably went for skinny blondes, or at least women who weren’t in double digits. But any time she thought of Jake and Zack, her body seemed to beg for their touch. It was like she was in heat.
Groaning, she took a couple of deep breaths and let her imagination go as she nodded off.
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Zack looked at the cottage in front of him as he pulled his Harley into the driveway and watched Jake’s black Porsche pull in behind him. After getting off his bike, he walked to the front door and knocked. He waited while he heard Jake stomp up behind him.