In a single motion, I scoop her out of my passenger seat, her arms looping around my neck before the heel of my boot slams the truck door shut.
“My bag!”
“You don’t need it tonight.” Jogging up the front steps, I realize I shoved the keys in my front pocket, but holding her, I can’t reach them. “Grab the keys out of my pocket.”
Eager fingers dive into my back pocket, fishing around only to come out empty.
“Front pocket, baby.”
Her brows scrunch, but she leans back, sliding her fingers into my front pocket, the tips grazing my swollen cock trapped in these fucking Wranglers.
She’s already got hold of the keys, but she doesn’t stop running her fingers along my shaft, that full bottom lip pulled between her teeth, green eyes smiling up at me.
“Don’t think for one minute I won’t take you right here on my porch if you don’t unlock this door in the next ten seconds.”
Her body tenses in my arms, but she does as I ask. The familiar click of the lock slipping free sounds just before she shoves the door open, only for us to get bombarded by the dogs as I put her down.
“There are my boys. I missed you two,” she coos, squatting low to rub behind Bronc and Bull’s ears. “Did they eat?” she looks up at me.
“Yeah. Before I left.”
The pout nearly makes me want to let her feed them again, but the vet already told me I need to watch it with those two. I think they’ve been getting into the storage bin when I’m not around.
Suddenly standing, she spins to face me. “Well, we’re wet, so we should probably get into dry clothes and warm up.”
Slipping an arm around her waist, I pull her to me, crushing my mouth to hers. She doesn’t hesitate to hold me back, one hand slipping into my hair while the other curves over my hardened dick.
“Fuck, Boss. You’re gonna kill me.”
Licking her lips, she only grabs my hand, leading me down the hall and upstairs to my bedroom. “Strip, cowboy. We need a shower.”
Pulling her to me again, all I want is her lips on mine. That pillowy soft flesh moving in sync with my mouth and tongue before I use my body to warm her up.
I’m not a man who needs sex constantly, but there’s no getting enough of touching River. I have to have her. No matter the cost. No matter how I might look.
Chilled fingers lift the hem of my shirt before running over my abs. Their exploration slow and controlled before pulling my soaked henley over my head and tossing it aside. The kiss only broken long enough to do so.
I let her explore. Touch me where she wants. Kiss along my jaw and then my chest.
The moment my hands find her bare ass cheeks exposed in those cheeky underwear beneath her dress, my control shatters. Gripping tight beneath the round curve, I hoist her up, those thick thighs wrapping around me.
“Holy shit, Gray.”
“What?”
“I’m still surprised you can carry me so easily.”
“Baby, it’s like the third time. Why are you still shocked?”
“It’s just—”
“Don’t you dare say it.” Capturing her mouth with mine again, I knew what she was going to say. She was going to degrade her body either because she believes she’s not thin enough or because someone else told her she wasn’t.
That’s some shit I won’t tolerate.
Stepping into the shower stall, I reach out, turning the dials by touch, my mouth never leaving hers.
“Ahhh!” she squeals as the spray hits her, bouncing off my back and shoulders.
