Page 58 of Never Fear (Whiskey Ridge)
I’d be lucky if I made it through dinner.
“Nothing about what I want to do to you will disappoint. Mark my words.”
She splayed her palms flat on the wall, breath growing heavy. “Good.”
My finger slid inside her, pumping once before I removed my hand and stepped away. As she turned to faceme, I slid my finger into my mouth, tasting her. Who needed a fucking dinner when I had her standing before me?
Her eyes heated, breasts practically spilling over the top of her dress now. “I have to go help Brynne with the food.”
“I don’t want you to.” The admission was a little…desperate, but I had nothing to hide. We were past being bashful at this point. If we ever were to begin with.
“I don’t either.” Her lips lifted like she was thinking of all the other things we could be doing, but then they fell. “But I promised her.”
I could throw her over my shoulder and take her to my room—the one that no longer felt like my own since I’d been spending so much time at her house—but I had enough self-control to wait until later.
At least, I hoped.
Chances were, I’d be on my knees beneath that table, eating to my heart’s content.
I stepped forward and cupped her cheeks, pulling her in for a deep kiss. When I was done ravishing her mouth, I brushed a thumb over her swollen bottom lip. “I’ll come help in a minute. I’m going to talk to Booker real quick.”
She arched a brow. “About what I told you?”
“He’ll want to know if Brynne hasn’t already told him.” Booker was the closest thing I had to a brother. I wouldn’t keep anything from him if it pertained to the safety of his girl.
“Okay.”
Then she perched on her tiptoes to give me another peck on the mouth before disappearing down the stairs. Iwatched her go, a smile on my face as she swayed her hips and sent me one last look.
She was everything I’d ever wanted and more.
I think I fell for her.
The dinner passed by in a blur of smiles and chatter. I couldn’t help but laugh earlier when I saw Booker wearing the fanciest getup he’d worn to date, and every time he caught my eye across the table during the meal, he’d shot me a warning look. It didn’t stop me from snickering. McKenna’s bare foot trailing up my calf did, though.
McKenna’s cousin Grace had joined us, and while she’d been relatively quiet at the end of the table, I hadn’t missed her and Henley stealing glances at each other. Henley seemed down—like anyone would be after a breakup—but I could also sense the weight lifted from his shoulders now that Aubree was out of his life. He hadn’t opened up to us about her much, but anytime she came around, I always got a bad feeling. Booker did too. Which was why she wasn’t allowed at the ranch anymore. Henley had made the rule, trying to keep himself from getting back with her in a “too serious” manner—his words, not ours—and we’d helped to make sure he upheld the boundary.
Abruptly, after Henley finished his pie, he stood from the table, plate in hand, and began collecting everyone’s dishes. Nightmare followed him around, waiting for a crumb of food to drop to the ground. Brynne looked like she wanted to speak up and offer to help clean up, but Booker set a hand on her thigh, stoppingher. We could both sense Henley wanted an excuse to leave us be and go back to his room. We wouldn’t force him to stay and socialize if he didn’t want to. The three of us all had our fair share of quiet days where we’d rather be alone. His joining us in the first place after his breakup was surprising in itself. He typically locked himself away for a week, only coming out to do chores.
I really fucking hoped this was the last time with her.
Grace, with her long black hair cascading down her back and tattoos curling around her arms, watched as he moved. But as he rounded the table to take her plate, she lowered her gaze, mumbling a thanks before he disappeared into the kitchen.
All the while, McKenna’s foot ran up and down my leg. My cock was aching, straining against my jeans uncomfortably. No amount of shifting could ease it, and if she kept at it, I might implode.
Grabbing her bare knee, I hoisted her leg over my thigh. She sent me a wide-eyed look and I leaned in, murmuring in her ear, “You’re playing a dangerous game, kitten.”
She turned to me in her seat, blinking innocently. “I don’t play games, cowboy. At least, not ones I don’t win.”
I leaned closer, breathing her in. “And what is it you’re trying to win?”
Conversation drowned out around us as the tip of her nose brushed mine. “You.”
I tilted my head, wishing I could slip my tongue inside her mouth and taste the remnants of the strawberry pie on her. “Then there’s no game.” Her eyes darted between mine. “You’ve already won.”
She studied me for a long moment before turning herattention back to the others. Thankfully, they’d given us the privacy we needed. But now? I needed her under me and writhing.
“Excuse me,” McKenna said as she removed her leg from my thigh and shoved to a stand. “I need to use the restroom.”
