Page 36 of A Cowboy Sugar Cookie Kiss
“I’m good, thanks.” I lean away from the closeness of her face.
“You fucked him.”
“Crude.”
“Don’t be a prude about it.”
“I am not a prude.” I swing open the door.
Cole closes the door of his suite. His eyes land on mine and I can feel last night’s orgasm ricochet through my body. His mouth on my skin. His fingers massaging my flesh.
He’s gorgeous at this hour. Wide awake like he’s used to being awake before the sun. I miss his cowboy hat. But I enjoy his freshly cleansed damp hair. Almost like I’m one of the few people who see him without his hat on.
“Morning.” He tips his head in greeting, as if he’s wearing his Stetson.
“Where’s Fred?” My bubbly sister bounces behind me.
“He’s feeling under the weather today.”
“Is that so?” I can feel Sadie’s snicker burning through my back.
“Where’s Betty?”
“Turns out she’s also feeling under weather.” How can my sister say one thing and all I hear is her explicit warning not to be a prude?
“I guess it’s just the two of you.” My sister chuckles. “Almost like it’s planned.”
Planned? Like our grandparents are working with the Quylt sisters? And my sister knows about it?
I don’t get a chance to ask. My sister barrels on.
“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do. Which pretty much leaves you wide open, ‘cause I would definitely fuck a cowboy in the back seat of his pickup truck.”
Christmas cracker! What is wrong with my sister?!
“Have fun.” She slams the door.
Cole grins like he’s won a bull fight. “You braggin’ about bangin’ the cowboy?”
“Don’t make it weird.” I’m surprised my voice comes out as calm when I’m mortified inside.
“I’m not making it weird, but I was thinking I’d take you up on that quickie in the elevator.”
My mouth parts. I can’t tell if he’s serious or kidding. Or which I’m inwardly cheering for.
“You ever had sex in an elevator? Maybe it’s another box we need to check on your bucket list.”
“She hasn’t!” My sister shouts through the door.
Now his gorgeous smirk steals his lips. Kissable, soft, warm lips.
“I think now is a good time to set boundaries as we are in a family lodge.” The words rush out of me.
He folds his arms over his chest. “Alright.”
I swear I hear my sister groan through the door.
“We need to keep it rated PG in all public locations. Which means no elevator—”
