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Authors: Cheyenne McCray
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laughed. Thinking of herself as sexy was taking some getting used to.
The sisters spent the next three hours bringing one another up to date on their lives. Skylar told Trinity how Zack had come back, determined to make up for lost time. “And have we ever,” she said with a laugh.
Trinity shared with Skylar all she’d done while living abroad, the places she’d been, the people she worked with, and even a bit about Race. She was surprised at her reluctance to talk about the man she’s been with for two years. She couldn’t bring herself to tell Skylar that she thought he was going to give her an engagement ring for Christmas.
And she definitely couldn’t bring up the cowboy she’d met tonight. No, that was better left unsaid.
One kiss, one night, end of story.
Even after the sisters had hugged and said good night, and Trinity had crawled into the four poster bed in her old bedroom, she couldn’t get Luke Rider off her mind.
Instead she stared up at the canopy, looking at the patterns of colorful light on the white fabric that were reflected there from her Tiffany lamp with the stained-glass shade. In place of the colors, she saw Luke, reliving every touch of his hands, his lips, his body.
Trinity pulled her nightgown over her head and tossed it on the floor before she shimmied out of her thong and ditched it, too. She brought her hands up to her breasts and pinched the bare nipples. Instead of the one man she’d had sex with for the past two years, she could only visualize Luke. Could only imagine his hands caressing her, flicking his thumbs over her nipples.
Her nipples beaded even tighter in the bedroom’s cool air. Her pulse picked up at the thought of Luke’s mouth on her nipples, licking and sucking, and biting her the same way he’d kissed her.
Slipping one hand between her thighs, Trinity ran her fingertips along her folds and shivered. She’d never been so wet before. So hot.
Trinity let go of the guilt, let go of everything but the fantasy of letting that cowboy make her his own. She slid her fingers into her drenched folds and gasped when she stroked herself. She was so close to exploding, when it usually took her awhile to reach orgasm.
With her free hand she cupped one breast and raised it up while lowering her mouth. Her breasts were big enough that she could flick her tongue against her nipple while she fingered herself.
She closed her eyes, imagining it was Luke who licked her nipples. Luke rubbing his cock against her before sliding deep inside her. And how it would feel to have Luke driving into her. She could still feel that long hard length of his cock as he’d pressed up against her on the dance floor. Oh, God. He’d take her so deep and hard, rough and wild, and he’d make her scream.
Trinity bit back a cry as her orgasm spiked through her, and her eyes flew open. Her hips rocked against her hand as she drew out her orgasm as long as she possibly could, enjoying every electrifying jolt.
When she could catch her breath, she rolled over and switched off the Tiffany lamp and tried to relax on her pillow.
She turned one way. Tossed the other. Kicked off her covers. Pulled them back up.
Wasn’t happening.
She’d never get to sleep with Luke constantly in her thoughts.
Only a kiss, she told herself as she closed her eyes. It was only a kiss.
That was a lie, wasn’t it?
Trinity sighed.
She might be a lot of things—confused, insecure, worried about her homecoming—but she wasn’t stupid.
The way she’d enjoyed Luke Rider’s touch, it might not mean a thing about where she’d go with that cowboy, but it damn sure meant a lot about where she should go with Race.
And where she shouldn’t.
Trinity turned on her lamp again, and estimated the time in England.
Not optimal, but then, it never would be, would it?
She got up naked, feeling half out of her own body as she made her way to her purse and pulled out her cell phone.
Her heart thudded as she realized what she
The sisters spent the next three hours bringing one another up to date on their lives. Skylar told Trinity how Zack had come back, determined to make up for lost time. “And have we ever,” she said with a laugh.
Trinity shared with Skylar all she’d done while living abroad, the places she’d been, the people she worked with, and even a bit about Race. She was surprised at her reluctance to talk about the man she’s been with for two years. She couldn’t bring herself to tell Skylar that she thought he was going to give her an engagement ring for Christmas.
And she definitely couldn’t bring up the cowboy she’d met tonight. No, that was better left unsaid.
One kiss, one night, end of story.
Even after the sisters had hugged and said good night, and Trinity had crawled into the four poster bed in her old bedroom, she couldn’t get Luke Rider off her mind.
Instead she stared up at the canopy, looking at the patterns of colorful light on the white fabric that were reflected there from her Tiffany lamp with the stained-glass shade. In place of the colors, she saw Luke, reliving every touch of his hands, his lips, his body.
Trinity pulled her nightgown over her head and tossed it on the floor before she shimmied out of her thong and ditched it, too. She brought her hands up to her breasts and pinched the bare nipples. Instead of the one man she’d had sex with for the past two years, she could only visualize Luke. Could only imagine his hands caressing her, flicking his thumbs over her nipples.
Her nipples beaded even tighter in the bedroom’s cool air. Her pulse picked up at the thought of Luke’s mouth on her nipples, licking and sucking, and biting her the same way he’d kissed her.
Slipping one hand between her thighs, Trinity ran her fingertips along her folds and shivered. She’d never been so wet before. So hot.
Trinity let go of the guilt, let go of everything but the fantasy of letting that cowboy make her his own. She slid her fingers into her drenched folds and gasped when she stroked herself. She was so close to exploding, when it usually took her awhile to reach orgasm.
With her free hand she cupped one breast and raised it up while lowering her mouth. Her breasts were big enough that she could flick her tongue against her nipple while she fingered herself.
She closed her eyes, imagining it was Luke who licked her nipples. Luke rubbing his cock against her before sliding deep inside her. And how it would feel to have Luke driving into her. She could still feel that long hard length of his cock as he’d pressed up against her on the dance floor. Oh, God. He’d take her so deep and hard, rough and wild, and he’d make her scream.
Trinity bit back a cry as her orgasm spiked through her, and her eyes flew open. Her hips rocked against her hand as she drew out her orgasm as long as she possibly could, enjoying every electrifying jolt.
When she could catch her breath, she rolled over and switched off the Tiffany lamp and tried to relax on her pillow.
She turned one way. Tossed the other. Kicked off her covers. Pulled them back up.
Wasn’t happening.
She’d never get to sleep with Luke constantly in her thoughts.
Only a kiss, she told herself as she closed her eyes. It was only a kiss.
That was a lie, wasn’t it?
Trinity sighed.
She might be a lot of things—confused, insecure, worried about her homecoming—but she wasn’t stupid.
The way she’d enjoyed Luke Rider’s touch, it might not mean a thing about where she’d go with that cowboy, but it damn sure meant a lot about where she should go with Race.
And where she shouldn’t.
Trinity turned on her lamp again, and estimated the time in England.
Not optimal, but then, it never would be, would it?
She got up naked, feeling half out of her own body as she made her way to her purse and pulled out her cell phone.
Her heart thudded as she realized what she