Page 78 of Thaw My Heart

I flinch, remembering where we are and the fact that we should not be doing this in such a public place.

But he ignores it, sucking on my neck as his hand slides closer to where I need him. He’s so close, so gentle when I want him to just take what I’m offering. To fuck me with those rough hands of his.

My hips rock into his hand, and a rough groan escapes his mouth as he tightens his hold. Stopping me from trying to find my own release. “So impatient, Tequila,” he grins.

I’m a whimpering mess as he holds me down.

A please rolls off my tongue once more. Two fingers start to slowly slide inside me, finally giving me what I want.

“Yes,” I cry.

Just a little more and⁠—

“Kit!” The voice calls again.

He pulls back with a groan. “I’m coming,” he barks.

It’s a shame, because I was about to.

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs, adjusting himself in his jeans.

He turns his gaze to the ceiling while I zip up my pants, pull down my shirt, and run my fingers through my hair. Trying to push down the heat stirring inside me.

Bright, glossy blue eyes find mine. “I’ll find you later,” he brushes my arm, taking off towards the stairs.

“Cowboy,” I say breathlessly like a plea, not ready for him to leave. “You promise?”

He turns back with a smile. “I’ll find you,” and then he’s gone.

I pull out my phone, checking the time. My shift is officially over, which is great news because I’m covered in dirt and my own arousal. A hot shower is calling my name.

The feeling of Sadie, soft and wet, moaning my name while she begged me to touch her, still lingers in my mind.

Today has been a lot more full-on than I anticipated, keeping me in the office with Annie all day. But when Sadie smiled at me through the crowd, I was overcome with the need to kiss her. To claim her amongst everyone standing there, especially after seeing Ryker so close to her, whispering God knows what into her ear. As soon as my lips found hers in the loft, my hands did the talking for me. And to my surprise, she wanted me, too.

Damn, I loved watching her squirm.

I’m still smiling when I catch up with Wes, who’s been shouting my name like a goddamn curse. “Hey, what’s up?” I ask him.

Worry flashes in his eyes. “There’s a situation.” He nods for me to follow him, so I do without question.

We weave around the corner, towards the main driveway, where a bright red sports car sits haphazardly parked, blocking the gravel drive.

It takes me a second to realize what’s happening. Blake, Ryker, and a few others stand around Cole while my cousin, Cash Harlow, is throwing a fit. His words slur together. His golden hair waves in many different directions, barely able to keep himself upright in his fancy, disheveled suit. Yelling with a bottle in his hand. Drunk beyond all reason.

It’s been a while since his last outburst. Thankfully, Wes, Blake, and Ryker are already steering people away. Trying to keep the situation contained. Cole attempts to console him, but he won’t listen, and it’s getting on my last nerve.

“Hey, hey,” I step in between them. “Calm down.”

Cash laughs, indignant. “Oh, there he is. Fuck. Look at this,” he gestures towards me as I stand in front of the pack. “My own family has turned against me. If you can even call it that.” He spits on the ground, barely missing my boot. “But it was always going to be this way, wasn’t it? I never knew you could hate me so much.”

“We did not turn—” Cole starts.

“Stop talking, old man,” Cash sneers.

“Hey,” I snap. “You want to be angry, be angry at me.” I wasn’t going to tolerate anyone talking to Cole that way.

He focuses back on me, eyeing me carefully. “Oh, I am. You’re as much to blame as he is for my suffering.”