He grits his teeth through a roar, coming with me, and plants both hands on each side of me. When he slams his mouth to mine, I nearly topple back.
Two seconds later, he’s pulling out of me and tucking himself back into his pants.
My heart rate hasn’t slowed down, but it’s for adifferent, more climactic reason than when I walked in here.
“You okay?” he asks as he helps me put my feet solidly on the floor.
“Much better.” I’ll go through the rest of the night on a post-coital cloud. I straighten my dress and give his pocket a pointed look. “Um, my underwear?”
The corner of his mouth lifts. “I’m gonna go ahead and keep these.” He wraps an arm around my waist. “And you can be distracted from everything going on out there by my cum running down your thigh.”
Durban
Iverson tosses a square bale of hay into the back of the trailer hitched to the side-by-side. We’re behind the barn, finishing morning chores. His horses are lined up at the fence, their tails swishing, watching us.
“Last one,” I say as I fling mine in.
He swipes the back of his wrist across his brow and rests a gloved hand on the edge of the trailer. “How’d last night go?”
“Fine.” He continues to watch me. The back of my neck prickles. “What?”
“Jamison said you couldn’t keep your eyes off Campbell. And then you two disappeared during the meal.”
“I had to restock,” I say as boringly as possible. Like I didn’t have the hottest quickie of my life and become that pervert who won’t give a woman her underwear back.
“You came back with one bottle.”
Damn. I hoped no one noticed. I shrug and take my work gloves off. “That’s restocking.”
“Something you want to tell me?”
“Nothing to share.” I’m not the only one involved. If Campbell wanted Jamison to know, she would’ve told her. Either she was keeping her sister from worrying, or she flat-out didn’t want to tell her.
He narrows his eyes, studying me even longer. “Haven told me.”
“That cocksucker!”
Iverson stabs a finger in my direction. “I knew it! What does he know that I don’t?”
I snap my mouth shut. Haven didn’t say a thing, and I fell for it. Iverson outsmarted me.
Hurt passes through his eyes. “I know I’ve had stuff going on, but it’s not like you can’t talk to me.”
I puff out a hard breath, drop the tailgate of the trailer, and prop an ass cheek on it.
“Natalie broke up with me.”
His cheek twitches, but he holds his reaction in well. “And Campbell is the rebound?”
“No.” Is she? I’ve never needed a rebound relationship, and maybe at first I was only looking for relief, but Campbell’s always been more than that. “We didn’t want you to worry, but we didn’t want anyone to know. Haven caught her at my place and said he wouldn’t tell. It’s just... She was stressed about the wedding, and I was frustrated about waiting for Natalie only to be dropped right before she finishes her degree.”
“Damn.” He shakes his head before narrowing his attention on me. “You miss Natalie?”
I miss Campbell. I haven’t thought about Natalie,but I lift a shoulder so it doesn’t seem like I’m panting after Campbell when she’s vulnerable.
A flicker of disappointment lights his eyes. “Can’t help taste,” he mutters.
“I don’t miss her,” I say, irritated that he assumed my silence was about my ex because why wouldn’t he?
