Page 39 of Indigo Ridge (The Edens 1)

Or maybe a wish.

With the condoms in my hand, I shut the truck door and returned to the house.

Skyler spotted them instantly. His jaw clenched.

“Still here? Have a good night.” I shot him a smirk, then walked through the door and flipped the dead bolt.

Winn sat up straighter as I rejoined her on the couch, both of us listening.

Footsteps descended the porch stairs. Moments later, a truck’s engine started.

“That was entirely too satisfying.” She laughed. “Thanks.”

“Welcome.” This was the moment when I was clear to leave, but instead, I relaxed deeper into the couch, tossing an arm over the back.

Winn’s eyes landed on the box of condoms in my hand. “Can I ask you something?”

“If I said no, would you ask me anyway?”

“Yes.”

I chuckled. “Shoot.”

“You thought I was a tourist at Willie’s. Is that your thing? Tourists?”

“My thing is beautiful women. But yeah, it’s less complicated if they don’t live here. Fewer expectations.”

She hummed. “Why’d you kiss me at your house?”

“Why’d you kiss me back?”

The corner of her mouth turned up. “Who are the condoms for?”

“You.” There was no point in lying. She was stuck in my head.

Winslow was a woman apart. In beauty. In brains. In sex appeal.

Her confidence was as alluring as those freckles across her nose.

In one graceful move, she lifted and closed the gap between us. Her leg swung over my lap, her knees settling outside my thighs. Her hands, dainty but powerful, slid up the smooth cotton of my charcoal T-shirt. Then she pressed her center into my swelling cock, rubbing her core against my belt buckle.

“Give me your mouth,” I ordered.

She bent, her lips grazing mine.

I clasped a hand around her head, holding her to me as I surged, my tongue sliding between her teeth.

Winn gasped, her hips banging into mine.

Any hope of me walking out of here before dark evaporated.

Chapter Seven

Winslow

A cry lodged in my throat as I jolted awake. Sweat beaded at my temples.

I squeezed my eyes shut, dragging in a breath to calm my racing heart, using every fragment of mental fortitude to shove the nightmare from my mind.