There’d been a raw, unfamiliar emotion, too, in the way she touched him, kissed him, made love with him. He didn’t want to look at it too much because he didn’t want to let himself hope too much.
“Colt?”
Daddy’s voice dragged him back, and he cleared his throat. “Yes, sir?”
“I said, can you pick up your grandaddy this morning?”
“This morning?”
A long-suffering sigh traveled over the line. Colt didn’t react – he loved D, but being woken up on a rare day off?Pfft. “For the golf course.”
Colt shook his head. His parents lived on the course, and D wanted him to pick Grandaddy up? Still, he’d do just about anything for the old man. Even crawl out of this bed he really didn’t want to leave because of who was in it, of how she made him feel.
“Yeah.” He scuffed a hand down his face. “I can pick him up.”
“He wants to leave by eight-fifteen. Make sure you’re on time.”
Make sure he was on time? Colt held the phone in front of his face and scowled at the screen. When was he ever late for anything? D obviously had him confused with Chuck.
“I’ll be early.” He’d have to push it because he had to clean up and drive all the way back to–
His thoughts scattered under Holly’s light questing touch along the lower line of his pecs. He caught her hand, stilling her playful caress.
“I’ll be early,” he repeated, voice strangling in his throat as she shifted against him, kissing the side of his neck. “Let me go so I can get moving.”
The call beeping to an end, he dropped the phone on the nightstand with a clatter. Gentle teeth closed on his skin, sensation shuddering through him, and he chuckled, cupping her head, shining hair sifting through his fingers like silk.
“I don’t have time.” He shifted away, even as he pressed her head closer to the curve of his throat. “I have to shower and shave and pick up Gene.”
Spend the day on the golf course with the men he loved best, even though one hated him.
Hard for his gut to tense up, though, when she rubbed teasing little circles over his abdomen.
“Use your electric razor.” She murmured the breathless words over his heart, shoving the covers back and straddling his thighs, his very interested hard-on brushing the smooth, bare skin of her stomach. She kissed down the center of his torso. “Take your coffee in the truck.”
“It’ll have to be—” Lush lips closed around him with no warning, andfaststrangled in his throat, transforming to a harsh groan. He bowed without thought, thrusting up, fingers scrabbling in her hair while his lungs tried to restart. A hand wrapped around the base of him, she laughed, the sound vibrating over him with her tongue. His lashes fell, his entire body centered on the wet wickedness of her mouth as she took him apart. “Lord, Holly.”
Her hand brushed his knee, her thighs widening across his shins. Holy . . . she was touching herself while she went down on him. With his eyes shut, the visual centers of his brain reeled out images of what that looked like, and damn, he was hanging a mirror in here for sure.
Heat and wet pressure merged with the scissoring of her thighs, with the quiet sounds of her arousal vibrating over him, with the firm grip of her palm jacking him while she sucked him. Lord help him.
The climax slammed through him, racing from the base of his spine to his skull, tingling from his balls to become helpless spasms, his hand clenched in her hair while pleasure tore a rough yell from his throat.
He had a dim awareness of her body going taut against his, of the shuddering moan she made when she came, then she plastered herself to his front, arms folded about his head, kissing his neck, his cheek, his jaw.
Gasping for air his lungs couldn’t quite hold, he felt her smile against his skin. “Good morning, Colton.”
“Yeah.” The rasp emerged shaky and breathless. He rubbed her hair, his gut jerking and trembling in the aftermath. “Good’s one way to put it.”
With her gently-curvy self soft and languorous atop him, she lifted her head, blue eyes sparkling with mischief and glee, with affection and something more evocative. “I love rendering you speechless.”
“Yeah?” He managed another inhale. “I kinda love when you leave me speechless.”
Dropping another kiss on his neck, she wriggled off him. “We need to jump in the shower so you’re not late to pick up Gene and I’m not late to meet Mona.”
“Yep.” Not that he wanted to move right now. Staying in bed with her all day sounded good, not to mention much more pleasurable than having Tick ignore him for hours while Colt tried to pretend everything was okay. A lick of unreasonable anger stirred to life below his navel.
Lamar didn’t owe him anything, but damn. How long did he have to atone for one drunken mistake?
