AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Not yet,” he told her when she attempted to remove it.
“Don’t you have to get up early for work tomorrow?” she asked.
“I do, but I’d rather have this than sleep,” he said, his voice a low rumble in her ear as he spooned her.
Nudging her hair to one side with his chin, he kissed the nape of her neck, and she felt him grow hard. “I want to take you from behind,” he said as his hands moved around to cup her breasts. “Would you let me?”
She actually liked that he was eager to explore and experience her body in different ways. “Yes.”
His hand slid down her stomach and he used his fingers to arouse her before pushing inside. Having a man behind her wasn’t usually her favorite way of making love, but she found it erotic and exciting with Brant. And she was surprised when, after he reached climax, he stayed inside her as long as possible and continued to curl his body around hers.
“Don’t you have to leave?” she whispered when his breathing evened out and he seemed to be drifting back to sleep.
“In a minute,” he replied, but they must’ve faded off together, because the next thing she knew, early-morning sunlight poured through the bedroom window and someone was calling his name from outside.
“Who’s that?”
Brant felt Talulah come awake beside him as someone shouted his name. “My brother,” he mumbled, recognizing the voice as he struggled to drag himself out of a deep sleep.
“Is something wrong?” she asked, but before he could answer, Kurt yelled from outside again.
“Brant? If you’re in there, bro, you’d better get your ass out quick. Charlie called me looking for you about twenty minutes ago. I bet he’ll be coming here next.”
Talulah sat up instantly. “What would Charlie want with you this early in the morning?”
“I have no idea,” Brant said. “But he knows I’m generally an early riser.” He climbed out of bed and grabbed his jeans off the floor so he could get his phone from the front pocket. It was after seven. Damn. He was normally on the ranch by now, especially when it was hot. The earlier he got up and finished his work, the sooner he could call it a day and escape the summer heat.
“Has Charlie been trying to call you?” Talulah asked, pulling the sheet up to cover herself.
“Yeah. Several times.” Charlie’s calls had started last night around ten. Brant just hadn’t noticed; his phone was the last thing he’d been thinking about.
“What does he want?” she asked.
“I don’t know. Probably to talk about you. I can’t say for sure. He didn’t leave a voice mail, and there’re no texts from him, either.”
“Brant?” his brother called up again. “Are you there?... Hello?... Talulah? Do you know where Brant is?”
Brant crossed to the room to see Kurt, head tilted back, gazing up at the open window. “I’m coming,” he called down. “You’d better leave before Charlie sees you. You have no excuse to be here, either.”
“I could say the air conditioner you brought over quit working, so you sent me to take a look at it. This place—well,Talulah,” he corrected, “is a Charlie magnet. He’s obsessed with her.” He glanced around as if he expected Charlie to drive up at any moment. “Where’s your truck? I haven’t found it anywhere.”
“Then how’d you know I was here?” he asked, jamming his legs into boxers and then his jeans.
“It wasn’t too hard to guess, and Charlie will guess, too, if he hasn’t already.”
Talulah threw his shirt to him and Brant pulled it on over his head in one quick movement, smelling enough of her and her perfume on the cotton to know he needed to change before someone else picked up on the scent. “Okay. I’ll go out the back, and Talulah will let you in the front.”
“Go!” his brother said simply.
Brant yanked on his boots without bothering with his socks. Talulah tried to hand them to him, but he couldn’t take the time to mess with them. “Later,” he said, shoving his phone back in his pocket with one hand while pulling out his truck keys with the other.
She didn’t argue. She was in too much of a hurry to get dressed herself.
“I’ll call you,” he told her as he hurried out and took the stairs two at a time, careful to avoid the furniture, piles of books, sheet music, newspapers and lamp-topped tables as he weaved his way through the main floor.
Once he made it to the kitchen, he barged out the back door, running for the barn.
It wasn’t a long-distance sprint, but his boots weren’t meant for running. He was breathing heavily by the time he reached Ellen’s barn and slowed to a walk. He fully believed Charlie would never find his truck. It’d been too long since Brant had dated Ellen for Charlie to guess he’d use her property. And Charlie would have no way of knowing she was out of town. Brant wouldn’t have known himself if she hadn’t requested the air conditioner.
