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And damn, I had to get rid of it.
The Steel brothers had no idea I’d fucked their little sister. Marjorie wouldn’t mention it to her brothers. I knew that instinctively.
God knew I wouldn’t mention it. All three of them were fiercely protective of her.
Damn. Damn. Damn.
She stood at the refrigerator, eyeing its contents.
How in hell did she look like sex on a stick doing something so mundane? Without thinking, I inched toward her, letting my fingers touch the ponytail that was hanging down her back. So silky. So soft.
She turned abruptly.
I dropped my hand to my side.
Sorry. The word was lodged in my throat.
For one good reason.
I wasn’t even close to sorry.
I dropped my gaze to her chest. Her nipples were hard and visible beneath the cotton of her tank. From the cool air of the refrigerator? Or from me?
“What do you want, Bryce?” she asked.
“This.” I grabbed her to me and crushed my mouth onto hers.
Her lips remained tightly shut as if sewn together. I slid my tongue along the seam, nibbling their full pinkness. Then I trailed kisses to her ear. “Open for me,” I whispered. “Please.”
“I can—”
I took advantage of her open mouth and plunged in with my tongue. She responded, as I knew she would, her velvety tongue whipping around mine playfully. And then not so playfully.
This was serious. A serious kiss. A kiss that would lead somewhere—a place I wanted desperately to go…and just as desperately not to go.
My cock was already hard beneath my jeans. I backed her up against the refrigerator door and then ground into her, deepening the kiss.
Her fingers trailed over my shoulders, up my neck, and she cupped my cheeks. Never had a woman cupped my cheeks before, and it was incredibly sweet and hot at the same time.
Then her fingers threaded through my hair, my scalp tingling from the light massage. We kissed, and we kissed, and we kiss—
Clomp.
Clomp.
Clomp.
The unmistakable sound of cowboy boots. She pushed me away, wiping her mouth. Seconds later, Talon was
in the kitchen.
There could be no mistaking our swollen lips and red cheeks. Not to mention the bulge beneath my jeans. I turned away from Talon.
If he’d noticed, he didn’t let on.
“I’m going to go pick up the boys at the bus stop,” Marjorie said.
“Thanks,” Talon said. Then, “You know what? Let me do that today. I’m so rarely home in the afternoons. It’ll be a nice surprise for them.”
