Colt hit pause. “You okay?”India shook her head.“What’s wrong?”“I hate losing a bet.” Then she attacked him. The popcorn bowl hit the floor. She bounced on his lap, kissing and biting and scratching like a wildcat.He loved every fucking second of it.“Hang on, lemme get this shirt off.”“Hurry. Hurry, hurry, hurry.”Somehow between India’s frantic kisses, he got rid of his boxers. Luckily he’d remembered to bring a couple condoms and he was suited up in no time.“Fuck me, Colt, please.”“Oh, I’m gonna fuck you. It ain’t gonna be sweet and easy.”Colt turned her toward the TV. “Spread your legs. Grab onto the coffee table. Yeah, Indy, that’s sexy as hell.” The second his cock touched the slippery core of her, he hissed.He clicked back to the beginning of the scene and hit play.Then he lifted her slightly and plunged in.She pushed her hips back at him. “Again.”Colt obliged her, keeping a relentless pounding rhythm. He looked up at the screen. The brunette was busy eating pussy.
“Start dating? Two weeks ago.”Silence.Chassie sighed. “I just bared my soul and that’s all I get?”“Yes, ’cause Indy ain’t the kiss-and-tell type like some people I know.” Colt set his hands on India’s shoulders and leaned in, mock whispering, “Although, there is plenty to tell after last night, huh?”He kissed down the side of her neck. “Mmm. Mornin’, sugar.”Goose bumps broke out in the wake of his warm kisses and sweet words. She closed her eyes and sank into him. “Morning.”“Thanks for makin’ coffee.”“Like I had a choice.”She felt him grin against her cheek. “Is that a complaint?”“No. Hell no.”His smile widened, if anything. “Good to know.”“But I am going to insist on no more betting today.”“You’re the one who always starts it.”Chassie snorted. “You two are so whipped. It’s as sweet as it is nauseating.”Crap. India had forgotten about their guest. She opened her eyes. “Chassie brought caramel rolls.”“Lucky us.” Colt gestured to Chassie’s coffee cup. “You ain’t supposed t
“Are you going to let me—”“Not yet.”He took great pains to erase all remnants of the caramel with his Hoover-like mouth. He inserted one finger in her pussy as he lightly tongued her clit. Then he inserted a second finger as he slurped at the sweet stickiness from the folds.“How long—”“Until I say.” He began to fuck her with his clever fingers while his tongue flicked. “I like sweet caramel.” He blew a cool stream of breath over her hot tissues. “But I prefer your sweet juices.” Colt latched onto her clit and sucked without pause. His fingers curled inside her, gently rubbing at a spot beneath her pubic bone. The tension coiled tighter and when she exploded with a gasp resembling a scream, he chuckled against her wet flesh.Every throb, every pulse, every muscle twitch synchronized into a whole body orgasm. Just as India caught her balance, Colt knocked her off balance again. She was flipped over face-first on the table.Colt yanked her hips back until the lower half of her body h
India stared at his erection and the slick spot the tip left above his navel. “Is that bad boy for me?”He ripped open a condom and rolled it on. “How about if we get your first one outta the way?” he said, reaching for the vibrator.A loud bzzzz reverberated as he cranked the vibrator on high.He placed the tip over the top of the piercing and left it there, keeping constant sensation on her clit.“Oh God, I might set the new speed record.”“I could almost come from just lookin’ at you all tied up and listening to you make those sexy-ass noises. Let go, there’s plenty more.”Sure enough, the continuous contact sent her into a fast orgasm. A quick throbbing that both eased her and left her hanging on the edge, wanting more.She’d barely caught her breath when Colt placed his mouth on the curve of her throat and sucked. He pulled the scarf back and forth between the rings so the silk constantly slid across her hardened nipples.Between his marauding mouth and the sensual slide of the m
“Maybe you’ll rethink that statement when you see what I’ve drawn.” India watched him as he crawled toward her. With each inch he edged closer, she hugged the sketchbook tighter.“Lemme look at the picture, Picasso.”“No way.”“I want to see how you see me.”“No.”“Please? With caramel on top?”She shook her head. “Back off.”“Huh-uh. Don’t make me tickle you to get what I want.”“You wouldn’t dare!”“Don’t dare me. I rock at double-dog and triple-dog dares and don’t get me started on truth or dare. Plus, I know all your ticklish spots. Hand it over.”“Come and get it, McKay.” She attempted to roll off the bed.His hand circled her ankle and he tugged her back on the mattress.India shrieked and tried to wrench free, which only increased his determination.Colt attacked her feet. She yelped and swatted at him with the sketchbook. He snatched it from her with one hand. “Hah!”“Hey! Gimme that back, it’s mine.”“In a sec. I just wanna look.” He studied it before his eyes met hers. He fl
Colt lightly sank his teeth into the tattoo on her right butt cheek. He flicked his tongue around the design. Then he let his tongue lead the way to the left butt cheek, and he briefly lapped at the crack of her ass. Another bite. More licking.Her whole body shook. “Oh God, Colt. I’m—”His lips were on her ear. “You took your licks like a good girl.”“I thought by ‘licks’ you were going to spank me.”“Would you like that?”Yes. But India bit her lip instead of confessing.A beat passed, then whack whack on each of her butt cheeks.“Answer me.”“Yes, okay? I’ve always wondered what it’d be like, not that I’ve ever let a man spank me because of some of that crap from my past, but I trust you not to take it too far.”“Good answer, sugar. Another time we’ll explore that secret kink. With a paddle. Maybe a ridin’ crop. Definitely my hand.”India shuddered.“It is punishment not to lick you where you most want my tongue, bad girl.” He nuzzled the back of her head. “I should fuck you and no
Make him lose control. So why did she have whipped cream smeared all over her chest and her sex was spasming?Just lucky.Time to spread the luck around.Colt scattered sticky kisses back to her lips and devoured her mouth. He tasted sweet and spicy and darkly male.She used her teeth on his jawbone. Kissed his dimples. Blew in his ear until he shivered. “Take off your sweats.”He went utterly still. “What?”Her tongue darted out and flicked his earlobe and he moaned.“I’m going to squirt whipped cream all over your cock, Colt. I’m going to lick and suck it off. Then I’m going to suck you off. You’re going to come in my mouth and I’m going to swallow every creamy spurt.”“Jesus.”“Any more questions?”“Hell no.”India grabbed the can, climbed off the chair and shut off the TV.In record time, Colt’s sweats and boxers sailed to the floor.The little vixen trailed the fringed end of the dishtowel over his thighs and stomach. His flesh rolled beneath her touch and he recognized the power
She kissed his chin. “I’ll be over at seven. But I’m warning you; in my hormonal state, I expect a lot of kisses. And chocolate for dessert.”“Sugar, I’ll give you as many kisses as you can handle.”After an amazing week with India, didn’t it figure his weekend started out crappy?Colt’s morning had gone to shit after the engine on his four-wheeler blew up. If that wasn’t bad enough, he’d gone to check cattle and found two dead cows and one dead calf that’d been gnawed on by coyotes. Then he’d sliced open his forearm on a piece of metal sheeting in the barn when his mother called demanding he show up for Sunday night supper. He spilled gas all over the floor in the garage and the fumes gave him an instant headache.It was enough to drive a man to drink.By the time he finished his daily chores and returned to the house well after dark, he needed a beer. Or a shot. Anything grain alcohol based.Days like this, it flat-out amazed him he’d passed the three-year mark without ingesting a s