he was fucking her, pounding into her, hard, fast, sweat dripping from his body to hers. He closed his mouth on her breast and stilled. She could feel the pulse of his orgasm deep, deep inside her, could feel the rush of his ragged breath against her skin. After a long moment, he pulled free, dropping onto his back to stare at the ceiling. When she shifted, he wrapped his arm around her and pulled her against his chest.
“We are really good at that.”
She laughed, still a little breathless. He kissed her forehead and headed to the bathroom to clean up.
“Mommy?” a little voice asked from the other side of the sliding door. “Mommy?”
Panicked, she rolled over to grab Liam’s shirt from the floor. He held up a hand as she tugged it on and rolled to her feet. He pulled on his jeans and opened the sliding door.
“What’s up, buddy?”
Noah looked past him to Grace, who’d just snapped her panties in place.
“I need to go potty.”
“Okay, well, here it is.” He guided Noah to the small bathroom, sending a wink in her direction.
Well, hell. She was falling in love with Liam all over again.
Chapter Five
Grace woke to find herself alone in the bed in the quiet RV. The heater hummed and sunlight streamed through the drawn shades. She stretched in the bed, the sheets cool against her skin, smelling of Liam. Then she jolted.
Where was Noah?
She rolled out of the bed, tugging Liam’s shirt down around her thighs, wincing as the snaps peeled away from her skin. “Noah?”
Silence greeted her. She slid the door open to see the RV was empty, and her heart stuttered.
“Noah?” She stumbled down the steps from the bedroom to see a note taped to the door.
Hey, Grace. Noah and I went down to the arena. Thought we’d let you sleep.
Liam
Panic tightened her chest. Okay, she knew where they were, but Liam had never taken Noah on his own. He didn’t know how to take care of the boy, didn’t know he had to watch him every minute. What if Noah slipped away and got in with the bulls? What if Liam started talking to someone else and Noah was taken?
Her mind raced as she hurried into the bedroom for her jeans and boots. Her shirt was ruined, so she dug through his drawers until she found a thick t-shirt. She tugged it on, brushed her teeth with his toothbrush, and ran a comb through her hair. She hesitated at the door. Was there a key? A way to lock it?
A set of keys sat on the counter, and she tried each until she found one that fit. She locked the door, tucked the keys in her pocket and bolted. Between freaking out and freezing, her shoulders and neck were tight when she got to the arena. She had to run from door to door before she finally found one that was open, and she slipped into the arena.
Taking a moment, she oriented herself, since this wasn’t where she’d come in yesterday. She hurried up the ramp to look at the floor itself, but no one was practicing. So they had to be in the back.
Her boots made racket on the cement floor, and she wondered if security would pop out, sending her on her way. She couldn’t let herself worry about that. She needed to get to her son.
Finally she found them—found a bunch of them, actually, several cowboys, including her son and his father. Liam was riding a horse around the pen, with Noah in front of him in the saddle, and her son, wearing his hat, was grinning ear to ear as he gripped the saddle horn. She had to admit, they made a beautiful picture, the cowboy and his son, Liam’s head tilted down to watch the boy, hat shading most of his face, one arm secure about Noah, the other hand with the reins resting on his thigh. Some of her anger dissolved at the tenderness he showed her son, but the fact remained that he’d taken her son without telling her, and scared the shit out of her.
She didn’t want to alarm him, or worse, the horse, so she didn’t storm up to the rail like she wanted. Instead, she kept her pace steady and her
“We are really good at that.”
She laughed, still a little breathless. He kissed her forehead and headed to the bathroom to clean up.
“Mommy?” a little voice asked from the other side of the sliding door. “Mommy?”
Panicked, she rolled over to grab Liam’s shirt from the floor. He held up a hand as she tugged it on and rolled to her feet. He pulled on his jeans and opened the sliding door.
“What’s up, buddy?”
Noah looked past him to Grace, who’d just snapped her panties in place.
“I need to go potty.”
“Okay, well, here it is.” He guided Noah to the small bathroom, sending a wink in her direction.
Well, hell. She was falling in love with Liam all over again.
Chapter Five
Grace woke to find herself alone in the bed in the quiet RV. The heater hummed and sunlight streamed through the drawn shades. She stretched in the bed, the sheets cool against her skin, smelling of Liam. Then she jolted.
Where was Noah?
She rolled out of the bed, tugging Liam’s shirt down around her thighs, wincing as the snaps peeled away from her skin. “Noah?”
Silence greeted her. She slid the door open to see the RV was empty, and her heart stuttered.
“Noah?” She stumbled down the steps from the bedroom to see a note taped to the door.
Hey, Grace. Noah and I went down to the arena. Thought we’d let you sleep.
Liam
Panic tightened her chest. Okay, she knew where they were, but Liam had never taken Noah on his own. He didn’t know how to take care of the boy, didn’t know he had to watch him every minute. What if Noah slipped away and got in with the bulls? What if Liam started talking to someone else and Noah was taken?
Her mind raced as she hurried into the bedroom for her jeans and boots. Her shirt was ruined, so she dug through his drawers until she found a thick t-shirt. She tugged it on, brushed her teeth with his toothbrush, and ran a comb through her hair. She hesitated at the door. Was there a key? A way to lock it?
A set of keys sat on the counter, and she tried each until she found one that fit. She locked the door, tucked the keys in her pocket and bolted. Between freaking out and freezing, her shoulders and neck were tight when she got to the arena. She had to run from door to door before she finally found one that was open, and she slipped into the arena.
Taking a moment, she oriented herself, since this wasn’t where she’d come in yesterday. She hurried up the ramp to look at the floor itself, but no one was practicing. So they had to be in the back.
Her boots made racket on the cement floor, and she wondered if security would pop out, sending her on her way. She couldn’t let herself worry about that. She needed to get to her son.
Finally she found them—found a bunch of them, actually, several cowboys, including her son and his father. Liam was riding a horse around the pen, with Noah in front of him in the saddle, and her son, wearing his hat, was grinning ear to ear as he gripped the saddle horn. She had to admit, they made a beautiful picture, the cowboy and his son, Liam’s head tilted down to watch the boy, hat shading most of his face, one arm secure about Noah, the other hand with the reins resting on his thigh. Some of her anger dissolved at the tenderness he showed her son, but the fact remained that he’d taken her son without telling her, and scared the shit out of her.
She didn’t want to alarm him, or worse, the horse, so she didn’t storm up to the rail like she wanted. Instead, she kept her pace steady and her
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