Page 60 of Sweet Whiskey
I laugh, swatting at his pec. “Come on, I was promised a shower and food. I need to check in with Brielle before she comes storming in.”
Stepping away from him, I hold my hand out to Dallas, wiggling my fingers. “Come shower with me?”
A prickle of surprised joy flutters in my chest. Brooks and Colt must realize we need a moment just the two of us, because they don’t say anything or follow us into the bathroom. Dallas turns on the water to warm before facing me, our gazes locked.
He swallows before his eyes shift to his bite. “Does it hurt?”
My fingers lift, tracing it, and he shudders. Heat pools in my belly and my sore pussy clenches. I grimace. “Ow. I think you all quite literally wrecked my vagina.”
A satisfied smirk graces his lips. “You took all of our knots beautifully though. You’re so perfect for us, Kinsey.” Some of his reservations fade as he steps closer, cupping my face to kiss me. “I’m beyond honored I got to be your first bond, even if we were influenced by the heat,” he says againstmy lips.
I moan into his mouth and then pull away. “The first time I thought about biting you was the night I gave you a lap dance in the bar.”
His eyes go wide. “Really?”
Nodding, I kiss him lightly again. “Yes, so don’t think you’re a spur-of-the-moment decision, okay? I wanted it. I want all of you.”
A knock startles us both and I glance over at Colt, leaning against the door frame.
“Gonna get our girl in the shower? Or do you need some help?”
Dallas chuckles because he must feel my sense of yearning, and he gives me a teasing push to Colt.
“She’s all yours. I’ll help Brooks with the food. Knowing him, he'll manage to burn water.”
I smile as Colt catches me around the waist. “Brooks not good at cooking?”
“Brooks isn’t good at anything but horses. Swear to god the kid is the horse whisperer, and it sucks out any lick of sense for anything else.”
My laugh turns into a gasp when Colt picks me up and carries me straight into the water, holding me close to his body. When he sets me on my feet, we stare at each other and his thumb comes up to rub at my bottom lip.
“You’re stuck with us now. You okay with that, darlin’?”
I smile wide, tilting my chin for a kiss. “More than okay.”
He kisses me with a chuckle, and his hand slides to my belly. “I know I told you before, but I have no shame in telling you again. I love you, Kinsey, and I can’t wait for the family we’re starting.”
My fingers snake to his hair, pulling him closer so I can kiss him harder. “I love you too.”
CHAPTER 27
BROOKS
I grimace at her pout and wide eyes. “Colt said you can’t.”
“A small cup is fine,” Kinsey argues with me, her hand resting on her hip and her large auburn bun shaking on her head as she scolds. “Also, I’ll be damned if Colt tells me what can or can’t go in my body.”
My smile stretches before I can stop it and she rolls her eyes, pushing at my chest, and I catch her wrist to pull her into me. “Yeah? So if he said no more sex, you’d sneak off and let me in yourbody?”
Her pillowy lips pull into a mischievous smirk. Her finger traces down my stomach to hook into my jeans and my cock hardens painfully.
“I would…if you get me a damn coffee.” She lets go and turns back to her car, and I follow dutifully.
Climbing into her passenger side with a sigh, I study her tense form. “You know he’s just trying to take care of you.”
She nods, driving us toward town. “I know, and I love him for it. But if I am pregnant, a small coffee is not going to hurt the baby. And I want a fucking coffee, Brooks.”
I hold up my hands and she rolls her eyes, her knuckles tightening on the steering wheel. “Is there an obstetrician in town? Can we set up an appointment?”
