Page 43 of Sweet Whiskey
I swallow, cupping the back of her neck and pulling her closer to me, pausing when our mouths are less than a breath away. “This means something to me. I don’t care if you’re looking for a little release from an emotional day, this is more than a random hookup.”
Her lips part as her eyes widen. “Dallas…”
I kiss her, crashing our mouths together. The feel of her lips on mine short-circuits my brain, and all I think about is her. The softness of her plump lips, the sweetness starting to coat her scent as her arousal grows, the silkiness of her hair as my fingers twist into the fiery red strands.
I pull her onto my lap, and she comes willingly, situating her hot pussy right on my jean-clad cock. I groan into her mouth as she rocks her hips,grinding down on me. Kinsey’s hands explore over my shoulders, holding on tight as I thrust up into her. Fuck, what I wouldn’t give to strip her naked and bury myself in her tight heat.
She pulls away, panting as her hands tangle into my hair, and she rests her forehead against mine. My hands fall to grip her hips, guiding her into a rhythm that is driving us both crazy.
“You okay?” I breathe out. She doesn’t seem to be as hazy as she was in the library. Her scent is driving me wild, the heavy perfume of lemony syrup making my cock throb and mouth water. It seems heavier than before, but not dripping with the sweetness of a heat spike.
Kinsey nods, rocking her hips again. “I want this. As in me, not my omega needing release.”
I groan, growing impossibly harder, and drag her mouth back down to mine. I thrust up at her next grind, wincing at the slight pain of my sensitive tip rubbing against the rough denim. Kinsey groans, moving faster as her breathing shallows more. My fingers flex tighter as my knot starts to swell with my releasecresting.
“Kins, you’ve gotta stop…I’m gonna come,” I get out between gritted teeth.
“Wait, please,” she pleads, wiggling in place and then moaning as if she’s found the perfect spot. Another rock of her hips, and she falls apart between my hands. Her eyes roll back as her body trembles, and I can feel the clenching of her pussy against my cock. The look of pure bliss on her face sets me off, and I can’t hold it back any longer, coming hard in my jeans. A grunt escapes me as I feel the warmth of my cum starting to leak everywhere. Kinsey gasps, lifting her head to stare down at my lap.
“Did you?—”
“Shhh,” I whisper before kissing her, and she laughs into my mouth, nipping at my bottom lip.
“That’s so hot.”
I snicker. “This stays between us. The boys would never let me live it down.”
CHAPTER 20
KINSEY
Breathing in the crisp morning air settles something in my bones. A feeling like coming home after wandering too long without guidance. I smile at the florist next to the inn, setting up her sidewalk display. She waves, smiling back as this is now my third or fourth morning walk for a cup of coffee.
I look both ways, crossing the slightly worn road before turning around and passing the corner bookstore. I make a note to visit it sometime this week when it’s actually open. The sweet smells of pastries and coffee reach my nose just as I see the figure waiting outside. He’s watching the morning sky, the sunlight that’s just starting topeek out from the clouds glinting on his rugged face. My stomach clenches at how handsome he is. All three of the men becoming important in my life are. I don’t know what deity blessed me with the lottery of scent matches, but I thank them profusely.
He stands up taller, taking off his hat as I come closer and clutching it to his chest. “Kinsey,” he rumbles.
I stop a few feet from him. “Colt.” He knows my anger has diminished, so I don’t get why he looks nervous. I understand why he would lie, because I would protect my family at all costs. If anything, it makes me fall for him even more because if this all works out, then he’d make a really good daddy. A stray thought about calling him daddy while he?—
Shaking my head, I give him a small smile and hope slick doesn’t drip onto my panties. I’ve been so sensitive lately; just the thought of these men has me hornier than I’ve ever thought possible.
His throat bobs with a quick swallow, and his tongue swipes across his lips in a quick swish. “I wanted to catch you early and see if you’ll go on amorning ride with me. I even packed a breakfast and some coffee.”
My eyebrows raise. “A morning ride?”
The apples of his cheeks stain red right above the rough line of his beard. “On the horses,” he clarifies quickly. “There’s a trail by the ranch, it’s beautiful.”
My mouth quirks. “I’ve never ridden a horse.”
Colt sets his hat on his head, giving me a devilish grin. “It’s my specialty, sweetheart.”
I hum. “And food…and coffee. You promised coffee.”
“I did,” he says, holding out his hand. I slip mine in it, suppressing the shiver at the warmth of his fingers tangling with mine. A small giggle escapes me when he leads me to his truck and opens the door for me. He winks as I climb in and gently shuts it before getting in on the other side and driving us out of town.
“You know you didn’t have to do all this. A simple coffee would have sufficed,” I say, watching passing trees as we head to theranch.
“I wanted to, even if it's a somewhat selfish reason to get some alone time with you.”
