The dark brown liquid was still steaming, as I poured myself a cup.
“Legendary,” ventured Theo. “That’s good, isn’t it?”
“No!” I exclaimed, playfully. “That’snotgood. I’m ruined forever! Especially since last night came at the tail end of a really long dry spell.”
“Dry spell?” Theo raised an eyebrow. “Weren’t you and Donovan—”
“Donovan’s terrible in bed,” I cut him off. “Up until last night, I’d forgotten what great sex feels like. It’s been like forever, since… well…”
“Your boyfriend with the motorcycle?” Ripley grinned.
“Yeah. Him.” I stopped, and squinted in confusion. “Wait, how’d you know about—”
“Nobody does what you did at the church, after a few ‘riding lessons,’” he reasoned. “You tore shit up. It was obvious you’d dated someone who taught you some tricks.”
I watched him rub thoughtfully at his chin. The stubble there was thicker than last night. Sexier.
“So your motorcycle boyfriend was great in the sack, was he?”
“Sure,” I reasoned, adding a shrug. “For about a minute and forty-five seconds. Then he rolled over. The rest was up to me, if you catch my drift.”
“I do,” Ripley chuckled. “Why do you think he was such a three-pump chump?”
“He used to tell me it was because I was too hot. He couldn’t control himself.”
“Know who says that?”
“Who?”
“Guys with no self-control.”
My gaze shifted to Colson, who still hadn’t said anything. He was standing at the edge of the deck, looking calm and unbothered. Like he hadn’t just snuck into my shower a few hours ago, and railed the shit out of me from behind.
Memories of that encounter came rushing back, and my stomach did a happy little somersault. His hot mouth, roaming on my neck. His hand, strong and insistent, rolling its way into my hair…
“Theo.”
He looked startled at the sound of his own name. It was kinda cute.
“How much longer until you crack the locket?”
He blinked, and those long lashes reminded me sharply of last night. That handsome face, hovering over me. Kissing me while Ripley sawed into me, his hands on my hips.
Shit, was everything going to remind me of last night?
Not that I minded, of course.
“Could be today,” Theo shrugged. “Could be tomorrow. Could be next week, or a month from now. I really don’t know.”
“But youcando it,” I mused. “Right?”
He was staring blankly back at me, as if he were daydreaming about last night too. “Yes.” Confidence slowly returned to those honey brown eyes. “I sure can.”
“And right now we’re good?” I asked, turning toward Colson. “Still off the grid? No immediate danger?”
I watched, trance-like, as those big shoulders swung my way. They seemed more relaxed this morning. Somewhat more at ease.
“As long as we stay right here, and don’t draw attention to ourselves, we should be fine.”
