“I don’t want to stick my nose where it doesn’t belong, but you have an admirer too. My brother-in-law can’t keep his eyes off you, or his hands.” Helena winked.
“No. We’re just friends. We’ve been spending a lot of time together because of the event—”
“Daisy, you don’t have to explain. What you two have going on is your business, but I can’t say that I’d be disappointed if you snag that man. Boone needs someone strong to burst through that stubborn wall he built. I’ve watched the change in him since I’ve come to Cooper’s Hawk.”
“Thanks, Helena. I should check to make sure we have the designated drivers ready to take anyone home.”
She was a little tipsy herself.
Which made her a little dangerous.
Making it much easier to follow the plan for tonight.
*****
Boone was tired as he strolled for the guest house. He was a bit disappointed that Daisy had left without saying goodbye. He’d hoped she would have stayed with him tonight.
Inside the house, he found lit candles scattered through the space. A fire lit in the fireplace and a sweet scent of Daisy lingering in the air.
Shoving the door closed with his foot, he took a step in, glancing through the golden light, and then he found her. She was standing near the side of the bed.
His heart kicked against his ribs as he took in the lovely sight of her. The amazing dress had been swapped for an itty-bitty black one piece. The neckline dipped all the way to her navel and the hem reached all the way up her toned thighs.
“What the hell’s going on?” His voice didn’t sound like his own.
“I’m seducing you,” she purred.
She grabbed a bottle off the table and sashayed to him like a sexy goddess. Her long hair was pulled over one shoulder.
“What do you have there?” He pointed at the bottle.
“Apple whiskey. A tribute to the past and the future.” She brought the bottle to her lips.
An awareness came over him—strong and potent, making him solid.
Her eyes glittered with mischief.
Was this all a dream?
She handed the bottle to him and he lifted it, taking a long draught before he set it on the coffee table. If this was a dream, he wanted to move things along a little faster before he woke up. He slammed his mouth down on hers and she angled her head, parting her lips with a whimpered moan of pleasure. She tasted of an intoxicating blend of whiskey and woman.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Nothing compared to kissing Boone Hawke.
She stood on her tiptoes and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, mesmerized by how wide they were. His hands were on the small of her back, pressing his fingers into her while goosebumps scattered across her skin, but she was warm from the fire, candles and his touch.
His mouth worked its magic, provoking more moans from her and a low growl from him.
Grabbing a handful of his shirt, she dragged it from the waist of his jeans and worked to unbutton it. She’d worked up a sexual need on the dance floor.
“I thought you had left.”
“The last thing I want tonight is to spend it alone.”
He tore away, his chest rising and falling heavily, and he said, “That outfit looks sinful, sweetheart.”
“Glad you like it.” She smiled. “Something tells me I won’t be wearing it long.”
His lips quirked at the corners and crinkles framed his sparkling eyes. That dimple at the center of his chin deepened.
She plucked off his hat, giving it a toss onto the couch and came back to tangle her fingers in the midnight satin bed of his hair. The bulge of his zipper pressed into her stomach as he claimed her mouth again.
Slipping her fingers to his broad shoulders, she pushed the shirt off and it floated to the floor.
His stare was a persuasive one, full of want and promise. He grabbed the bottle, stuck it under his arm then took her hand and led her to the bed. She sat down first, keeping her gaze locked on him as he brought the bottle to his lips, chugged, then handed it to her. She sipped, feeling the pool of warmth settled into her stomach. Setting it aside, forgotten, she needed to touch him.
Placing her hands on his hips, she skated her gaze down his body to his bare shoulders, his chest, to the noticeable bulge behind his zipper as a sense of anticipation imprisoned her.
With shaky fingers, she undid the sterling buckle, sliding the worn leather belt from the loops of his jeans. Then came the button and zipper. Together they eased the denim down his lean hips and long legs. She bounced back on the springy mattress, leaning back on her hands, slightly spreading her legs.
His breath came out in a hiss. “Damn.”
He leaned over her, crushing his mouth over hers. Tongues met and explored. His fingers splayed on her thighs, kneading the skin before sliding up to grasp her ass with his palms.
“You’re a beautiful man, Boone.” Wrapping her legs around his hips, she ground against him in silent encouragement.
He pulled back mere inches, his gaze bathing her in desire as he untied the satin bow at her waist. A gentle tug sent the delicate material open.
His breath deepened. The candlelight caught his dark irises and she heard him growl before he dipped his mouth to sample each breast. He planted gentle nibbles on her flesh until her cries echoed off the walls.
Through the mirror above the dresser she watched him kiss her body. His dark hair looked stark against the smooth, paleness of her skin. The candles flickering light gave his body a golden glow. He was a bronzed Adonis. She continued to watch in sexual pleasure.
Quivering under him, a storm approached within her. She jerked when his touch nestled at her thighs, gliding over the soft ridges that ached for him. He fondled her and brought his fingers to his mouth and licked her delicacy. His lips glistened with her juices.
Drawing him down for a kiss, her scent and exotic flavor lingered on his mouth and a familiar twinge built in her core, traveling leisurely upward into her stomach. She was on the precipice of an orgasm and they weren’t even past the tip of the iceberg.
“You taste like cotton candy. I want more.” He slipped down her body and dragged up the hem of the silk and lace. His breath warmed her a second before his tongue glided over the feminine ridges.
A tempered cry came from her, releasing some of the built-up friction. Need soared through her combining with the lingering effects of the whiskey. This cocktail embraced her in an intoxicating hug that gave her a rush of pleasure.
His tongue plunged in and out, over and around, slipping through the silken seams and swirling the sensitive pearl. He suckled her clit, then lapped her up like a favorite lollipop.
When desire swelled to a fierce head and she was driven closer to the exotic labyrinth, he cradled her under his hands, holding her prisoner to the rhythmic dance of his tongue and exploration of his lips.
Her eyes closed and she squeezed his shoulders. Sparks needled through her, starting at the tips of her toes and crawling through her bloodstream, depositing trails of sweet bliss along the way. The rumble from deep in his chest told her he enjoyed the act as much as she did.
When he dragged himself upward, planking himself over her body, he paused to stare down into her eyes. He ate her up with that dangerous stare. “On a scale of one to ten, how satisfied are you, sweetheart?”
“About a twenty.” She reached up and pulled him down for a kiss that made invisible fireworks go off.
*****
Boone had craved her all evening.
From the second he saw her in the sexy dress with the deep plunging back, he’d imagined touching her—kissing and licking all the sensitive places on her body. With each tick of his heart his cock throbbed as blood poured through his veins. Her taste lingered, coating his tongue which only made the tormenting desire that much stronger.
Clumsily pulling at the thin material of the cute little outfit, he heard a few seams tear and muttered an apology. She
didn’t seem to care because she bucked against him, as if in a silent plea to hurry.
Once the torn lace was abandoned somewhere on the floor, he drew back to admire the beauty of the woman who’d been in his every fantasy and dream for a long time.
She must have been growing impatient because she slid her hand between their bodies and grabbed his cock. “I can’t wait any longer.” She wrapped those pretty slender fingers around his girth in a vice grip. Her plump tongue came out to sweep over that cherub’s bow bottom lip like she’d just tasted something very pleasing.
He braced himself on one arm, reached over and opened the drawer to his nightstand to grab one of the gold packages.
“Perfectly ribbed condoms for her. Hmm.”
“Let’s see how it works.” He wagged his brows, opened the package and quickly made haste in rolling the condom onto his rigid cock.
She cupped his cheek and smiled. That sentiment pulled him down to kiss her with all the passion and desire he had in his body.
He spread her legs wide and clutched his cock, guiding the thick, throbbing head against her slippery folds then tunneled his way into her sweet body. Taking his time, not wanting to go too fast, he stretched her muscles to accept him. Her tight body wrapped around him like a steely grip, threatening to snap the last thread of his control. He stopped, clenched his ass, and gritted his teeth demanding that his body wait for release. “I need to take things at a slow pace. It’s good—too good.”
Her short nails raked his back as her ankles locked on his ass, and he pumped his hips in tiny, jerky motions. He buried his face in the crook of her neck and shoulder, breathing in the scent of wildflowers and passion, a lethal combination. How in the fuck would he last long?
Balancing himself on his hands, he slipped out to the tip of his mushroom head and rolled his hips, watching her squirm in delight. Her lips pursed and ripples clenched his cock tight, but the invisible vices that clutched his heart were what caught him off guard.
He buried himself deeper, filling her to the brim with his length and allowing the last thread to unravel.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Meow. Meow. Meow.
Daisy opened one eye at the God-awful intrusion on her much-needed sleep. She stared up at the white ceiling, then opened the other eye. Where the hell was she? Then it all came back to her. The teddy. The seduction. The apple whiskey.
Oh…the apple whiskey.
She felt bile raise into her throat at the mere memory of drinking. It took her a second until she felt like she wouldn’t barf all over Boone’s bed. That would test the boundaries of their relationship.
Eyes were open, but she felt much like those times when she’d had allergies from hell and everything look blurred and distorted.
Meow. Meow. Meow.
What was making that noise? Why would anyone be so mean? Didn’t they know there was a woman with a hangover nearby?
Pressing her fingers into her throbbing temples, she felt like she’d been run over by a bulldozer. What had she been thinking? Whiskey, beer and Daisy never mixed well.
She wrinkled her nose at the metallic-like taste left on her tongue. She needed a toothbrush and Ajax. She could use some water too. Maybe it’d be easier to dunk her head in a well.
Sitting up and bracing her unsteady body, she looked down at the chambray shirt crumpled on the floor. She swiped it up and dragged it on.
Meow. Meow. Meow.
Her phone. It was what was making that sound. She had a new message.
What time was it? Half-past-death?
Reading the clock on the nightstand read, she shook her head. “Nine-thirty.” Shit. She was late for work.
As quietly as possible, and ignoring the jackhammer chiseling through her brain cells, she climbed from the bed. Glancing back at the sexy cowboy stretched out on two-thirds of the bed, laying on his stomach with his bare ass exposed to her, she felt a little better. Damn, the man had buns of steel.
As if he knew she was staring, he groaned and rolled over, flinging an arm up over his face.
She relished in the dark nest of hair that cradled his morning woody.
What would it hurt to give him a morning kiss?
She started to crawl back into bed but heavy footsteps on the porch outside paused her. Who was coming?
Tiptoeing close to the window, she craned her neck and caught a glimpse of a familiar Stetson. Oh shit! She jerked back and almost lost her balance. It was Brody! What the hell was her brother doing there at that time of day?
There would be a hell to pay if he caught her there.
A firm rap sounded on the door and she backed away slowly then swiveled on bare feet and ran for the cover of the bathroom, quietly shutting the door. Her stomach turned and she thought she might be sick. Now was not the time.
Brody knocked louder.
She tensed up.
Would Boone wake up?
What would he tell Brody? Would he confess that he’d been sleeping with her?
Thankfully, her bag was left in the bathroom and she could get dressed just in case a shit show erupted.
Grabbing underwear and jeans from the duffel, she hurried and dragged them on, not bothering to change out of Boone’s shirt.
She heard a muffled curse as Boone must have finally got up. She pressed her ear to the door and listened. The door opened, she heard Brody say something and then Boone.
Taking steps back, her heart beat so fast she thought it would explode.
She rubbed the creases from her forehead. Hearing birds chirping through the open window, she had an idea.
*****
“Fuck off!” Boone muttered at the steady pounding and dragged his pillow over his head, almost back to sleep when the sound came again.
Sitting up, the pillow dropped to his lap and he growled. The sun was flowing through the window offering a start to the day but the buzzing in his temples and rumbling in his stomach wanted nothing more than to drop back into the sheets and sleep a few more hours.
Pound. Pound. Pound.
“Damn!” He slid out of the bed and dragged the sheet with him to wrap around his bare hips as he stomped over to the door and practically ripping it off the hinges.
His stomach dropped to his feet. Standing on the other side was Brody. Every bit of last night came back to him. One. By. Heated. One.
He darted a glance back at the empty bed then did a quick inspection of the room. Where was she?
The bathroom door was closed…
“What the hell, dude? You look like shit,” Brody mumbled then pushed his way inside.
“What are you doing here?” Boone scrubbed the fuzziness from his eyes. His gaze naturally skipped to the wrinkled bed sheet and the discarded blanket on the floor, remembering how he and Daisy had stayed awake for hours. The chafing below his waist was proof of the scorching hot night. And now reality came with Brody.
“We had plans to drive to Lloyd County to pick up the horse. You forget? Apparently, you hit the bottle pretty hard last night.” He chuckled and reached down to swipe something up from the floor. “And someone.” He shook out the scrap of ripped black lace, holding it between two fingers and waving it like a flag. “Wow. That’s sexy. Who does it belong to?”
An invisible fist slammed into Boone’s gut. He and Daisy were busted. It was best to come clean. “Brody, I’ve got something—”
“Does it belong to Talia? Can’t say I blame you. She’s hotter than a smoking pistol.” He whistled through his teeth and laid the teddy at the bottom of the bed. “So, you going to tell me who the lucky lady is?”
Boone blinked and fisted the sheet tighter. He lost his bravery. “You know I don’t kiss and tell.” His gaze shot to the closed bathroom door and back to Brody who had his hands planted on his hips, smiling from ear to ear. Boone needed to find a way to get the hell out of the house and fast. “I’ll meet you downstairs. I just gotta get dressed.”
“Great. I need to use the can first. I’ve had
to piss since—”
“Wait…don’t go in there…”
Brody already had the door open to the bathroom. Boone gave him a hard shove.
“What the fuck, man?” Brody smacked Boone’s hands away.
“Brody, I can explain—-”
“Explain what?” Brody’s brow creased.
Boone glanced over his shoulder at the empty bathroom. What the hell? Where’d she go?
The window was wide open. Had she climbed out?
He swallowed the apprehension in his throat. “You can’t use the toilet. It’s clogged. I have a plumber coming by later.” Boone grabbed the knob and pulled the door closed. “You’ll have to use Mother Nature’s bathroom.”
Brody stared for a good five seconds before he broke into laughter. “Fine, but a word of advice. Stay away from the apple whiskey, bro. That shit’ll have you wired. We should know. We drank enough of it when we were younger.” Brody patted him on the shoulder and strolled to the door. “Meet you at the truck. And…something else. Throw that away.”
Boone stepped back into the outer room to see what his buddy was referring to. Fuck! A used condom was left on the floor.
The second the door closed he pinched up the wrinkled prophylactic with the tips of his fingers and carried it into the bathroom, tossing it into the trash can. He stepped over to the window and stuck his head out, looking left to right. She could have easily climbed out.
That was close!
Too close!
Son-of-a-bitch.
He didn’t like this sneaking around stuff. He rubbed the ache from his temples and sighed. He couldn’t believe he was sleeping with his best buddy’s sister. Guilt shot through him, but in all honesty, he couldn’t deny himself from touching her. He’d always been upstanding, loyal beyond measure, and never wanted to hurt anyone. Why did it feel like someone was bound to get hurt in this scenario?
By the time he made it to Brody’s truck, Boone felt a little better after draining two bottles of water with a couple pain killers. Brody was right, the apple whiskey had been a bad idea.
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