Page 69 of The Trouble With Tomboys (Tommy Creek 1)

B.J. laughed. Popping to her feet before he could change his mind and realize he really was mad at her, she rushed around the table and straddled his hips just as he unzipped his fly.

“Hurry,” he growled, his eyes already unfocused and glassy.

B.J. kissed him hard and ground her middle against him, making him groan and sink his teeth into her bottom lip.

“I’m not kidding,” he added. “Hurry. I need you. Now.”

As he skimmed his hands up her torso and rid her of her shirt, she slipped off her panties. He reached for her hips and jerked her down. When she sheathed him with her heat, they both caught their breaths. To keep them from tipping over backward in the chair, he braced his legs wider, which spread her thighs in the process, leaving her open and vulnerable. The resulting effect caused her to clench around him.

His already glazed eyes dilated. Grabbing her hair with both hands, he yanked so hard tears of pain clogged her lashes.

“God. Oh, God,” he rasped and jerked up into her, nearly bucking her off his lap. Squeezing her hips more securely around him, she stared into his eyes and came just when she felt him shudder.

He buried his face in her shoulder, and she wrapped her arms around him, kissing his temple.

“I think I like starting the day this way,” he murmured.

B.J. threw back her head and laughed. But her chuckle died when he lifted his face and she caught his frown. He reached for her cheek and touched a tear at the corner of her eye with his index finger.

“I hurt you?”

Realizing he was worried, not angry, she let out a relieved breath and rolled her eyes. “God, Slim. Don’t you remember trying to yank me bald? You damn near pulled my hair out by the roots.”

“I did?” Eyes wide with concern and alarm, he reached for her scalp and eased his finger gently over her still aching noggin. “God, B.J., I’m sorry. I didn’t realize—”

“Oh, can it, Rawlings. I loved every second. Sometimes, nothing hits the spot like a full dose of rowdy sex.” To prove her point, she purred like a contented cat and stretched out her arms above her head. “Man, I feel great.”

But when she glanced over her shoulder at the tabletop, she frowned. “Oh, damn. My breakfast went soggy.”

Grady burst out laughing.

B.J. whirled around and gaped at him, a little shocked to hear him laugh so openly. She’d seen him smile and even chuckle in the past few weeks, but. . .she hadn’t seen him really let go like this. Watching him laugh now caused something inside her to spark. And she fell in love. . .completely, hopelessly, irreversibly in love with her husband.

Chapter Eighteen

Tucker Rawlings couldn’t stop pacing. But where the hell was his son? Grady never arrived late. He checked the clock on the wall, then the watch on his wrist, and cursed. If the kid didn’t walk through that door within ten seconds—

The door opened and Grady entered. Tucker almost jumped out of his skin. Okay, that was Twilight Zone weird.

Whistling as he moseyed through the entrance like he hadn’t a care in the world, Grady lifted his hand in greeting, and Tucker returned to his senses.

“Grady, where the hell have you been? The meeting was supposed to start fifteen minutes ago. Your mother’s been trying to entertain a room full of investors with coffee and doughnuts, but they’re getting restless.”

“Oh, hell,” Grady yelped and leapt into action, hurrying toward his office. “I comple

tely forgot about the meeting.”

“Do you have your presentation with you?” Tucker trailed his every step, unable to believe his ears. Grady never forgot meetings. . .and come to think of it, he never whistled either. Not since—

He slowed to a stop.

“It’s in my office,” Grady assured him, opening the door and flying into the room. He snagged the folder off his desktop.

Tucker shook his head, forcing his mind back to the task at hand. Meetings. Investors. Got it.

“Thank God,” he said, but only paused again as he took in the features on his son’s face. “Jesus, Grady,” he said, stepping forward and reaching for his son’s crooked tie. “What’ve you been doing? You’re a complete mess.”

He straightened the knot and started to smooth out Grady’s unruly hair before he realized his son was coughing into his hand and turning tomato red. Pausing, Tucker frowned in confusion until Grady lifted his head, letting his dad see the glow of contentment in his eyes.

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