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Authors: Lorelei James
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I’m a man, not a fucking saint, as I’ve heard you mutter loud enough for me to hear. You bein’ all cute, flirty, funny, and sweet ain’t helping me keep the parameters you set Sunday night.”
Her jaw dropped. “ That’s what you got from our conversation Sunday night? That I just wanted to be friends with you?”
“How else was I supposed to take it?”
“Like it was the talk you demanded we have before we got involved on any level! That we’d discuss it. I said friends because I didn’t think you’d appreciate me saying I’d rather ride you all damn night than your horse. And you jumped to the conclusion that all I wanted to be with you was friends? Bullshit. You ran away and pouted, bulldogger, when you jumped up and went to bed.”
“What should I have done instead?”
“This.” London curled her hand around the back of his neck and pulled his mouth to hers. No sweet kiss, no teasing. She fucked his mouth with her tongue like she wanted him to fuck her body. A hot, wet, drawn-out raw mating.
Sutton clamped his hand on her ass and jerked her to the edge of the counter, pressing his groin to hers. Kissing her without pause, holding her in place so he could ravage her mouth and her throat.
After his lips blazed a trail to her nipple, and he sucked on it through the fabric of her cami, she pulled back. “Tell me, bulldogger. Does that feel like I just wanna be friends with you?”
“No. Now give it back. I’m not done with it.”
She started to laugh, but it turned into a moan when he pinched the wet tip with his fingers as his mouth reclaimed hers.
Holy hell could the man kiss. And touch. And rub and grind and get her so hot and bothered with her clothes on that she might’ve had a teeny orgasm right there.
Four loud raps sounded on his outer bedroom door, followed by, “Sutton? Come on. Dad’s waiting in the truck.”
Sutton froze. Then he broke the kiss and gazed into her face. Any chance she’d had of making light of the situation evaporated when she saw the sexual heat smoldering in those turquoise eyes.
When he brought his thumb up and traced the lower swell of her lip, the intensity pouring from this man might’ve set off another mini O .
“Sutton? Who’s at the door?”
“Cres. We’re taking Dad out to the Moose Club for poker night.”
“Shouldn’t you get going?”
“Yeah. In a minute.” He pressed a kiss to her lips, then her chin, then her cheeks. “I’ll be back late.”
That’s when she knew they were done for tonight—all night. She hopped down from the counter. “Thanks for the first aid. I’ll go lie down now, but have fun with your family and I’ll see you in the morning.”
London pushed him out of his bathroom and locked the door.
Let him meet his brother with a hard-on. It’d serve him right for being an idiot.
Friends. What the hell had he been thinking?
* * * *
Sutton’s cell phone rang on his nightstand early the next morning, yanking him from a hot dream where he’d taken London up on her offer of an after-dinner treat—except in his version they were on the rug in front of his fireplace, him having his dessert while she also had hers. Sixty-nine usually didn’t appeal to him, but in his dream, he didn’t have to concentrate on both giving and receiving pleasure—just being naked with her was the pleasure. Warm skin beneath his hands, her skilled mouth, the long trail of her hair teasing up the inside of his thighs...
His phone kept buzzing.
He answered, “Yeah?”
“Grant? It’s Ramsey.”
Ramsey? Why the hell was his shooting buddy calling him so early? “Do you know what the fuck time it is?
“Seven. I thought you ranching/cowboy types were up when the cock crows.”
“I’m not a rancher, as you well know, so fuck off.”
Ramsey laughed.
“What’s up? Is your shooting range under fire?”
“Ha. Ha. You’re fucking hilarious first thing in the morning.”
“Why else would you be calling me? Wait. Are
Her jaw dropped. “ That’s what you got from our conversation Sunday night? That I just wanted to be friends with you?”
“How else was I supposed to take it?”
“Like it was the talk you demanded we have before we got involved on any level! That we’d discuss it. I said friends because I didn’t think you’d appreciate me saying I’d rather ride you all damn night than your horse. And you jumped to the conclusion that all I wanted to be with you was friends? Bullshit. You ran away and pouted, bulldogger, when you jumped up and went to bed.”
“What should I have done instead?”
“This.” London curled her hand around the back of his neck and pulled his mouth to hers. No sweet kiss, no teasing. She fucked his mouth with her tongue like she wanted him to fuck her body. A hot, wet, drawn-out raw mating.
Sutton clamped his hand on her ass and jerked her to the edge of the counter, pressing his groin to hers. Kissing her without pause, holding her in place so he could ravage her mouth and her throat.
After his lips blazed a trail to her nipple, and he sucked on it through the fabric of her cami, she pulled back. “Tell me, bulldogger. Does that feel like I just wanna be friends with you?”
“No. Now give it back. I’m not done with it.”
She started to laugh, but it turned into a moan when he pinched the wet tip with his fingers as his mouth reclaimed hers.
Holy hell could the man kiss. And touch. And rub and grind and get her so hot and bothered with her clothes on that she might’ve had a teeny orgasm right there.
Four loud raps sounded on his outer bedroom door, followed by, “Sutton? Come on. Dad’s waiting in the truck.”
Sutton froze. Then he broke the kiss and gazed into her face. Any chance she’d had of making light of the situation evaporated when she saw the sexual heat smoldering in those turquoise eyes.
When he brought his thumb up and traced the lower swell of her lip, the intensity pouring from this man might’ve set off another mini O .
“Sutton? Who’s at the door?”
“Cres. We’re taking Dad out to the Moose Club for poker night.”
“Shouldn’t you get going?”
“Yeah. In a minute.” He pressed a kiss to her lips, then her chin, then her cheeks. “I’ll be back late.”
That’s when she knew they were done for tonight—all night. She hopped down from the counter. “Thanks for the first aid. I’ll go lie down now, but have fun with your family and I’ll see you in the morning.”
London pushed him out of his bathroom and locked the door.
Let him meet his brother with a hard-on. It’d serve him right for being an idiot.
Friends. What the hell had he been thinking?
* * * *
Sutton’s cell phone rang on his nightstand early the next morning, yanking him from a hot dream where he’d taken London up on her offer of an after-dinner treat—except in his version they were on the rug in front of his fireplace, him having his dessert while she also had hers. Sixty-nine usually didn’t appeal to him, but in his dream, he didn’t have to concentrate on both giving and receiving pleasure—just being naked with her was the pleasure. Warm skin beneath his hands, her skilled mouth, the long trail of her hair teasing up the inside of his thighs...
His phone kept buzzing.
He answered, “Yeah?”
“Grant? It’s Ramsey.”
Ramsey? Why the hell was his shooting buddy calling him so early? “Do you know what the fuck time it is?
“Seven. I thought you ranching/cowboy types were up when the cock crows.”
“I’m not a rancher, as you well know, so fuck off.”
Ramsey laughed.
“What’s up? Is your shooting range under fire?”
“Ha. Ha. You’re fucking hilarious first thing in the morning.”
“Why else would you be calling me? Wait. Are
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