“I can’t kiss and hustle all at once. I’d make a mess of it.”
“I’ll bet you can. It’s all in staying focused. Get naked ASAP and go to work. If you can’t keep her too busy to talk, you’re not the man I think you are. And I’m outta here.” Grabbing his keys, he left.
Kieran snapped the pool cue into its holder and tucked the balls in the pockets. Then he used the dimmer switch on the light over the pool table. The bedroom was ready—clean sheets turned back, condom on the bedside table, table lamps on low.
Should he consider Rance’s approach? No. He wanted to find out why Sara had acted that way. Sure, she didn’t want to broadcast their relationship, but she’d taken things to extremes. She hadn’t done that the night before.
Then again, he could always ask her after the fact. She’d expect him to be eager. They’d missed out last night. If Rance had the right of it, then questioning her before they made love might banjax the whole program.
Last time she’d arrived without underwear, which would fit nicely into Rance’s scenario. He’d be the plonker who’d slow things down since he was fully dressed.
Unless he wasn’t. But jeans on his bare arse would not be a pleasant experience. He’d brought sweatpants, though. Hadn’t worn ’em yet.
Dashing into the bedroom, he found them in the bottom of his duffle and began ripping off his clothes. How long had it been since Rance drove off? He couldn’t be caught in the middle of undressing.
Or naked, which he was when the rumble of Midnight Thunder sounded in the distance. He yanked on the sweatpants. Boots? Nope. He’d go barefoot rather than look like an eejit in boots and sweatpants.
Wasn’t going out there bare-chested, either. That would be a wee bit too obvious.
Grabbing a T-shirt, he pulled it on as he ran towards the door and jerked it open. Sara was just driving in. Made it.
She flashed the lights. What did that mean? No matter, he was going for it. Jogging down the steps gave him a hint of what naked volleyball would be like. Not a fan. The soles of his feet weren’t happy with the gravel parking area, either.
Stay focused.He opened the driver’s side door and reached for… Rance?
“Other side, buddy. Other side.”
“You said for sure?—”
“She didn’t want to. I flashed my lights.”
“How was I to know what that meant?”
“It means something’sdifferent. You’re supposed to stop what you’re doing and do something else.” Then he started laughing. “Nice shirt. Make sure she reads it.”
“Feck.” He’d snatched up the one that saidIrishmen do it better… and longer.Granny had told him to take it and find himself a wife. He’d thought she was kidding but he’d packed it just to make her laugh.
“Hey, guys.” Sara came around from the other side. “Is this a private conversation or can I — whoa, Kieran. I pegged you as the modest, unassuming type, but?—”
“Clearly he’s the bold and daring type.”
“That’s me, alright.” She’d worn the same outfit as the first night. Hallelujah. “See ya later, mate.” Walking toward Sara, he cupped his hands under her sweet arse and lifted her off her feet.
She clutched his shoulders for support. “I see we’re not waiting for Rance to?—”
“Not waiting for anything.” He claimed her mouth and started for the porch. Kissing while climbing steps wasn’t as bouncy as riding a fast trot, but he had to concentrate to make sure he didn’t bite her.
As they crossed the porch, she broke away, panting. “I have something to?—”
“I need you.” He leaned in and kissed her like he meant it. And he absolutely did. She had him in a very tight grip, squeezing his cock against her open thighs. They were separated by two layers of flimsy material and her leggings were already damp.
He nudged the door closed with his foot without losing that all-important kiss. Next he slid his arm under her arse to free up one hand. Her boots had to go. It wasn’t an easy task, but he managed it, leaving both boots in the living room.
The goal was at hand. Another two minutes, three, tops, and he’d be rocking her world and his. Walking faster added movement to that critical area that was not just damp. Soaked, it was.
She moaned softly and lifted her mouth away. “Before we do this, I have?—”
“Nay, lass.”Nay? Who was he, a time traveling knight in shining armor? Yes, by God. He was her knight in shining armor. “Whisht, now. Let me love ya.”
