“We’re planting flowers!” the mud-pie maker exclaimed, throwing her hands up, flinging mud everywhere.“Cool. Can I watch?” He stepped inside, bracing himself for India’s reaction.She didn’t growl or demand he leave, like he’d expected, she smiled the angelic smile that twisted his guts into a pretzel. “Sure.Come on in. You can even help.”The bespectacled boy asked, “What’s your name?”“Colt. What’s yours?”“Hayden.” He gave Colt a thorough once-over. “Hey, are you Buck’s cousin?”“Yes. I am. Do you know him?”“Uh-huh. He’s my big buddy.”“Lucky for Buck. So, Hayden, think you can help me make one of these things?”Hayden beamed. “Yes. It’s quite logical, really.”The rest of the kids started talking all at once, offering suggestions. Crowding him, but he didn’t mind.India clapped her hands. “Okay, munchkins, listen up. Once everyone has soil in their cup, we’ll move to the next step, the fun part; planting the seeds.”“Carrot seeds?”“Eww. Gross. I hate carrots.”“No, Anton. Sunf
Rather than snap, she is dating me, Colt said, “I’m tame as a trail pony these days.”“Some of them docile lookin’ ones still gotta lot of buck left in’em, boy. You just hafta pick the right kinda rider to let the beast loose.”Colt couldn’t help but laugh.“I’ll see you tomorrow night. And put on a good show, will ya?I bet twenty bucks on your team.”“So tell me about this charity basketball game,” India said to Bert as Colt headed to the kitchen.He rechecked the coffee pot he’d unplugged ten minutes ago.Although it’d been a short meeting, it seemed he waited for hours for the attendees to leave. From the moment they’d arrived.Might’ve made him selfish, but for the first time in years, Colt hadn’t paid attention to what his fellow A.A. members discussed.His focus was on one thing.India.The outer door slammed, signaling Bert had left. He heard India moving closer, each combat booted footstep across the tile floor pulsed in his groin.“What did you need?”The second he got a wh
“There. Oh. Damn. Can I move my hips faster without smashing your cock?”“Move as fast as you want. The faster, the better.”“Thank God.”The air in the cab seemed to increase by a thousand degrees.Heavy breathing distorted the stillness and steamed up the windows.Perspiration coated her skin as he feasted on her. When he felt her thighs tighten, and heard her soft gasp, he bit down on the captive nipple.India came in a bucking, noisy explosion of heat and sound that sent Colt straight over the edge.It’d taken him longer than a minute, but not by much.She slumped forward, burying her face in his neck. “If you don’t want to drive home in those sticky jeans, you’re welcome to come in and take them off.”He laughed softly. “Generous of you.”“I thought so.”Colt pulled her sleeves back up, freeing her arms. He fed her a long, deep, wet kiss while he buttoned her shirt.Looking as dazed as he was, he traced the outline of her bottom lip, while he stared into her eyes. When her saucy
The pain in his eyes nearly had her carrying him to the hospital.“I’m coming in there to make sure you don’t pass out.”“I’ll remind you this is the men’s locker room.”“So?”His breath tickled her ear and his voice dropped to a growl.“So, the first time you see me completely naked, ain’t gonna be in front of a bunch of other guys.”“Good point.”Thirty minutes later, after the game ended and the crowd disappeared, India paced until Dr. Brewer ambled out. “Is he okay?”“It’s not as bad as I initially believed, but he insists he’ll be better off with you than at the hospital.”“With me?”Dr. Brewer measured her thoughtfully. “Are you up for taking care of him tonight? Because he’s as grouchy as a grizzly with a sore paw. And we both know he won’t take pain meds.”“How did I get elected as bear bait?”“Ask Colt. He said that you…” Dr. Brewer looked around and lowered his voice. “You already played Nurse Ratchet when you shot him in the butt with a nail gun and you owe him big time.”“
“I know.”“Talk to me.”“I’m scared, Sky. I don’t want to fuck this up. And I’m afraid I already have.”“So fix it.”“How?”“Channel that anger into a more productive activity.”“Like what?”Skylar slipped on her coat. “Do I really have to spell it out for you? Go out to his place, accept his apology, apologize yourself, and fuck his brains out until Monday morning.”“Which would be a brilliant idea, except Colt and I aren’t having sex.”“Excuse me?”Crap. “We’re dating, not sleeping together.”Sky started laughing.“It’s not funny.”Her sister had to grip the counter she laughed so hard.“I fail to see the humor in this.”“You’ve managed to hold Colt off for almost two weeks?”“Huh-uh. He’s held me off.”“Oh. That’s even better.” Skylar wiped her eyes. “I figured you guys would last about two days with the no sex rule.”India sniffed. “We aren’t animals. We can control our baser instincts.” Maybe. Kinda. Sorta. Not really. Okay, it was a fucking miracle they weren’t balling each othe
“I know, Colt, me too.”“No foreplay.”“Fine.” She kissed him. “Good.” She kissed him again.“Whatever. We’ve had two weeks worth of foreplay.”“Hell, woman, we’ve had three fuckin’ years of foreplay,” he growled. “In my bed. Now.”“No. No more waiting.” India trapped his face in her hands.“Right here.”“Where? Against the wall? On the couch? Over the chair?”“On the white rug. Move the coffee table.”“Done.” He set her down and dragged the iron and glass table out of the way as if it weighed nothing. Then he reached for her again.The kiss was explosive. She tasted of mint and coffee. She fought him for control, her tongue dueling, then coy and teasing.Colt could kiss her for days. And he would, right after he fucked her. At least twice. “I wanna see you. All of you. Clothes off.”India whipped her shirt over her head. Unhooked her satin bra and tossed it aside.He groaned. “Those pierced nipples are about the sexiest things I’ve ever seen.”“Oh, trust me, you ain’t seen nothin’ ye
She stretched. “Mmm. I’ve always wondered what it’d be like to lie on this rug naked. I thought it might be scratchy.”“I never would’ve tried to stop you from testing that theory.”“How about if next time you’re on the bottom?”“Deal.” Colt smooched her forehead. “Lemme ditch this condom and I’ll meet you in the bedroom.”*****India picked up the box of condoms and headed down the hallway to Colt’s room. She switched on the overhead light and cast a quick glance around. Earth tones prevailed. The walls were deep hunter green, the fabrics a mix of browns, tans and golds, the carpet a sandy beige.The frame of the four-poster California king-sized bed was constructed from logs. Nightstands crafted out of the same honey-colored pine book-ended the enormous bed. A matching dresser spanned the far wall. A buffalo-skin leather chair and ottoman were set at a jaunty angle beside it. The door to the walk-in closet was closed, but the door to the master bathroom was ajar. She caught a glimps
“Colt—”“Every inch of you against every inch of me, India. Skin to skin. That’s the way I’ve always wanted to take you the first time in my bed. Come with me like this. I’ll get you there if you’ll let me.”His words, his intent, his smoldering kisses sent India spiraling into the unknown. She’d always been in charge in the bedroom. Not a crop-wielding dominatrix, but she always felt her orgasms were her responsibility. How freeing would it be to pass that responsibility to him?Like heaven.When Colt stretched her arms higher and whispered, “Let go,”She fell even as she soared. Her hips pumped and met his thrust for thrust. Her gasps cut through the sex-scented air, mixing with Colt’s grunts of satisfaction as he let go right along with her.This time when India tried to break his grip on her hands, he didn’t protest. She touched him everywhere, running her palms down those fabulously sculpted muscular arms. Her fingertips danced across his broad chest, her thumbs strummed his nipp