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“We’ve known each other since we were kids. You’re just embarrassed. But you shouldn’t be, because thinking about last night makes me want you again.” He slid off her so he could move his hand down the plane of her stomach.
Her expression grew more serious. “Aren’t you too tired for this?”
“No. I’ve been sleeping since I hit my head. You’re the one who probably needs more rest. But I’m hoping you’ll be able to stay in bed once I go to work.”
She scowled. “You’re not going to work today.”
“There’re some things I have to get done.”
“It’s Sunday.”
“Cows don’t know that.”
“Can’t your brothers fill in for you? You just had a concussion. You should take some time off.”
He found the spot he was looking for and felt himself grow hard when she gasped at the contact. “I’ll be careful.”
She closed her eyes as if she could no longer think straight, but managed to add, “What brought you here in the first place?”
“Ellen asked me to let you use my portable air conditioner.”
“That was nice of her.”
“I’m about to show you how niceIcan be,” he joked and took her nipple in his mouth as he pressed a finger inside her.
Her breathing went shallow and her hands gripped his forearm as he leaned back to watch the emotions play across her face. “You’re beautiful, Talulah Barclay,” he said. “I hope you know that.”
Her eyes grew clear and focused as she looked at him. He got the impression that she’d never dreamed he’d consider her that attractive. He must’ve done a better job of selling his dislike of her in high school than he’d thought. But she didn’t explain what she was thinking or feeling. Pushing him onto his back, she got on top and straddled his hips as she took him inside her. Then she stared down at him, watching him as intently as he’d been watching her while slowly riding him—so slowly he almost begged her to pick up the speed.
In the end, however, he was glad he held off and let her do it her way. The climax she gave him was more than worth the wait.
Five
When Brant opened his eyes again it was nearly nine thirty according to the clock radio by the bed. He blinked at the ceiling, trying to remember where he was, but then his hand encountered the soft body of a woman next to him and the memories came tumbling back. After waking Talulah earlier, he hadn’t planned on sleeping longer, since he normally got up by six. But last night had been anything except normal, and Talulah was partially right when she said his brothers could fill in for him—theycoulddo that, at least for a while.
Careful not to wake her, he slid out of bed, went to the bathroom and pulled on his jeans, which he found in the hall. His shirt and boots were still in the bedroom, but he didn’t go back for them. It was already growing warm. He wanted to grab the AC unit from his truck and get it working so Talulah would be as comfortable as possible when the temperature rose today.
But he was so hungry as he started down the stairs that the scent of the ham and cheese croissants she’d made last night drew him to the kitchen.
As soon as he found them in the fridge, he put one in the microwave and, while he waited for it to heat up, felt his pockets for his phone.
It wasn’t there. He must’ve left it in his truck. His brothers were probably freaking out, wondering where he was, but he supposed a few more minutes without checking in wouldn’t change anything.
The croissant oozed a white cheese he’d never tasted before, but he loved it—so much that he put another one in the microwave while he walked outside to get the air conditioner. He was yawning and scratching his chest as he stepped off the porch when he caught sight of a familiar vehicle parked behind his truck. Charlie’s.
Brant froze. He’d completely forgotten that he’d told Charlie they’d play pool last night. “Damn it,” he muttered as his best friend climbed out of the Explorer he’d been driving for years.
“Really, Brant?” he said. “You can have almost any woman you want, and you have to sneak around with Talulah?”
Brant wished he hadn’t been so lackadaisical about putting on the rest of his clothes. He knew this didn’t look good. But he’d never dreamed he’d have to worry about being seen. Aunt Phoebe’s house was out in the country. Ellen was the only neighbor within half a mile, and she was out of town.
“Charlie, before you get too upset, let me take this inside,” he said. “Then you and I can go somewhere else and talk.”
“And say what?” he demanded.
Not since the canceled wedding had Brant seen Charlie so upset. The way he held his body—like a tightly coiled snake—and the venom in his voice was something Brant had never experienced. Charlie had always been fairly easygoing. “This isn’t what you think.”
“Youdidn’tfuck her? Because that’s all I care about.”
