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“Lead the way,” he says, following me back down the stairs.
We get atop Clementine, heading in the direction of the next clue. And even though I know I should be grateful I’ll only be stuck on this horse for a short while longer with Noah, I can’t seem to find the expected relief anywhere.
Chapter 24
Noah
BeingtuckedupagainstColton’s ass is a distraction.
For assuming I was straight not that long ago, it’s impossible now to miss the appeal in the man settled at my front.
The strong, sturdy lines of him. His scent, like leather and oranges with an undercurrent ofman. The tan skin of his neck below the brim of his hat and the hair curling gently there, a hint of sweat visible that I want to wipe away with my tongue.
Colton isn’t dainty, nor gentle. And I’ve been with my fair share of women that weren’t either. But Colton is different than all of them. The way Iwanthim is different. It’s harsher, like freshly juiced lemonade versus prepackaged mix. He’s tart, damn near irresistible.
How do I go back to anything else having tasted him?
“What’re you doing?” Colton asks, his voice hitching.
I curse myself, realizing I’d moved my hand to his abdomen, poised to—I don’t know. Slip down to his crotch, maybe. I move my hand back to his thigh, unable to resist slipping through the holes in the fabric there.
Colton makes a displeased sound, but he doesn’t make a single move to stop me, which has my lust ratcheting up a notch. This prickly man. Doesn’t he realize by now I’ll give him whatever he wants?
I groan softly as I resituate, the sound not one of pain. Not exactly.
“Are you…hard right now?” Colton asks in shock. He tries to look back at me.
“Hard not to be with you rubbing up against me,” I point out.
“I’m not…rubbinganything,” he says, scandalized. “What are you…stop that.”
“Stop what?” I ask, finding a second spot on his neck to nip.
“Stop nibbling me,” he says, squirming. “Fuck, Noah. You can’t give me a boner on top of a horse. I’m not that depraved.”
I huff a laugh, grazing my teeth over a tendon that has him moaning. “What I hear is that you like me biting you.”
“Oh, God,” he groans. “Cut it out or I’ll shove you off this horse, King. We haven’t passed a single person, so I doubt anyone will find your body.”
I huff a laugh, even as I pull back. “As you wish.”
He cranes his neck to look at my face, his set in disgruntled confusion. I nearly laugh again, his scrunched nose almost…cute.
Christ. Cute? Colton Darling?
Clearly the heat is affecting my judgement.
After taking a few breaths and getting my hard-on under control, I reach for a distraction. “So, uh, Lawson is getting divorced?”
Colton nods, not seeming surprised that I caught the news around town. “Yeah. He actually signed the paperwork earlier this week. He’ll officially be a divorced man before long.”
I hum. “How’s he doing with that?”
“Fine,” he says almost shortly. And then, gentler, “Mostly. He’ll be fine. Remi thinks he’s lonely.”
I wouldn’t doubt it. “And what do you think?”
Colton lets out a breath. “I think all he knew of the world, of the life he saw himself building, got bulldozed right before his very eyes. And now he’s having to rebuild, sweeping the rubble out of the way as he goes. Of course he’s not fine. He’s toppled and just trying his best to find even ground again.”
