She came with me when I straightened and wrapped her legs around my waist. She tasted sweet like tequila, and I was dizzy with thirst. I tilted her back against the wall. Leaned into her. The sudden rough contact of being pelvis to pelvis with her knocked the breath out of me, and we groaned into each other’s mouths.
And then her lips latched onto my tongue and she sucked. I felt it everywhere. My tongue. My chest. My dick. Everything ached. Everything craved.
The sound I made wasn’t fully human. I wrenched my mouth from hers and dropped my forehead to the wall, panting. It didn’t feel good, the rough wood biting into my skin. I pushed harder.
Slowly I became aware of soft fingers sifting through my hair, tugging gently. I lifted my head and looked at her. Sweet brown eyes with those pretty green rings met mine. Her lips, puffy and pink from kissing, shifted from a smile to a smirk.
“So, you’re saying it’s a bad idea to fuck against the saloon wall where everyone can see us?” she teased drily.
I couldn’t help the hoarse laugh that escaped me. The things this woman said. I never expected it. “Probably. Yeah.”
“Yeah,” she echoed. “Well, that’s a damn shame.”
She unhooked her legs from my waist and I put her on her feet. My brain knew we couldn’t fuck against the wall, but my body was raising excellent points. I couldn’t seem to stop touching her hair, twisting it in my fingers.
A throat clearing behind us had us both freezing in place, staring at each other with wide eyes. Slowly we turned to face Cecily.
“Hope I’m not interrupting anything,” she deadpanned.
“Nope,” Lennon said breezily. “Just looking at the stars.”
Cecily looked up. The sky was nothing but clouds. She raised her eyebrows at us. “Sure. Anyway, people are starting to head out. Grace is going home with Emma and crashing there. Lennon, you and I are with Tamilee.”
Lennon took a step forward, but I pulled her back by a belt loop. “I’ll take Lennon. We’re going to the same place, anyway.”
Cecily made a huff of disbelief under her breath. “Don’t take this personally, boss, but I need to hear Lennon say she’s okay with that. Girl code.”
Girl code? Because—shit. I had just implied that Lennon was spending the night with me. “I mean,Mateo, Holly, Lennon, and I are all going to the same place.” Great, now it sounded like an orgy. “The ranch,” I clarified. “Not my bedroom.”
Lennon snickered. Heat rose up my neck.
“Sure. Whatever.” Cecily crossed her arms, chin jutting stubbornly. “Still need to hear it from Lennon.”
“I’m fine, Cecily,” Lennon said on a choked laugh. “Jeremiah can drive me home. Thank you.”
If Mateo hadthoughts about me dropping him and Holly off at their cabins before Lennon, he kept them to himself. Holly did not. She was still walking up the path to her front door when my phone buzzed with her text.
Holly
I don’t trust her.
Me
You don’t trust anyone.
Holly
That’s not true. I trust Mother Clucker.
Me
This might come as a shock to you, but Mother Clucker is not a person. She’s a chicken.
Holly unlocked the door and flipped on the light, illuminating the middle finger she raised at me.
“That’s an odd way to thank you for the ride home,” Lennon remarked.
“Yeah, well, Holly’s a little odd.” I shifted into drive and circled back onto the dirt road to the guest cabins. “But her heart’s in the right place.”
