“We appreciate the invite.”
Paige glanced at London, then refocused on Sutton. “I’m sure London has told you all about us, but we had no idea she’d met someone new.”
Sutton smiled at London. “Don’t know where you got the impression that London and I just met. I’ve known her for three years. We reconnected when I asked her to work with my horse, since she’d trained him at Grade A Farms.” He brought their joined hands up and kissed the back of her hand. “And what a reconnection it’s been.”
London let her secret smile speak for her.
“Good to see you, London,” Stitch said politely. “You’re looking well.”
“Thanks, Stitch.”
Then Stitch launched into a barrage of questions that normally would’ve amused Sutton, but he was just so damn distracted by the woman by his side. The scent of her. The tiny taste of her still lingering on his tongue. The bonfire had nothing on the heat that rolled off her body. Then she started feathering her thumb across the inside of his wrist. Back and forth. Pressing into the vein to feel his pulse, teasing the sensitive spots as if it was his cock.
Enough. He wanted the real thing.
When Stitch took a breath, Sutton bent his head to whisper. “Let’s go.”
“We haven’t been here ten minutes.”
“I can be inside you in under ten minutes,” he countered with a silken growl.
“We just wanted to drop in and say thanks for the party invite,” London announced to Stitch and Paige, “but we’ve gotta get.”
Sutton didn’t bother masking his grin.
“But you just got here!” Stitch protested. “You haven’t even had a beer yet.”
“Thanks for your hospitality, but maybe next time. Nice meeting you.”
“Maybe we’ll see you at the fireworks?” Stitch said hopefully.
Sutton glanced into London’s heavy-lidded eyes. “We’ll be far too busy making our own fireworks to care about someone else’s, won’t we darlin’?”
“Yeah, baby, we will.” She reached up and touched his cheek. “I missed you last night.”
Looking into her eyes, Sutton knew none of this was for show—this moment, although played out in front of dozens—belonged only to them. “Same here. Let’s go.”
Chapter Nine
London felt Sutton’s hot breath on the back of her neck as she fumbled with the key to unlock the camper. She closed her eyes, trying to calm down because this was it, this was where all the sexual teasing and banter had led to…being naked with Sutton Grant.
Holy fucking shit was she ready for this?
“London?”
“I’m sorry. I’m shaking so hard I can’t get the key in the lock.”
“Let me.” He didn’t grab the key, he just curled his body around hers, steadying her, making his hand an extension of hers. Metal clicked and the door popped open. He pressed a kiss below her ear and murmured, “After you.”
She shuddered at the deep timbre of his rough and sexy voice.
“Should I be concerned about your hesitation?”
“No. Just stop whispering in my ear. It’s distracting me.”
“Mmm. Sweet thang, I’m gonna have so much fun telling you every dirty little thing I plan to do to you.” He made a half growl against the side of her throat. “Then doing it.” He sank his teeth into her skin and growled again. “At least twice.”
That prompted her to take that first step inside. The door slammed behind them.
Sutton kept his hands on her shoulders as she led him to the bedroom. She’d cleaned off her bed but it hadn’t improved the area much. Suddenly, she worried this might not be the best idea.
Then that liquid sex voice melted into her ear again. “Stop.”
“What?”
“Whatever negative thoughts that’re keeping us from climbing in that bed and crawling all over each other.” He pressed his hips into her backside. He tilted her head to the right and moved his hands over her collarbones to the front of her blouse and popped the buttons. One. At. A. Time.
As soon as he’d undone the last button, he slowly turned her to face him.
Keeping her eyes focused on her task, she undressed him in the same leisurely manner, enjoying the feel of his hot skin and contours of his muscles beneath her hands. All she could think about was feeling the press of his weight against her, feeling the musculature in his back with her fingers as he moved above her.
“You’re killing me with that look in your eyes, London.”
“The look that makes it very clear I want to lick you up one side and down the other?” She angled her head, breathing on the tight tip of his nipple before her lips circled it.
“Ah, Christ.”
“You like that.”
“Mmm. I’d really like it if we could speed things up.” His hands followed the contours of her sides to the curve of her hips.
“What’s the rush?”
“You,” he whispered across her bared shoulder. “I wanna feel you—all of you—around me. Been wanting that for days.”
That’s when Sutton took matters into his own hands. He stepped back far enough that she could see him yank off his boots and socks. Then he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans. He lifted one, sexy dark eyebrow, silently asking why she wasn’t stripping.
London had an overwhelming rush of shyness. It was one thing to want him so desperately, to want to rip off his clothes and feast on him, to get lost in passion, to reach for each other in a haze of lust…so how had they gone from that to…this? Lowering her chin, she allowed her hair to fall over her face.
Rough-skinned hands cupped her shoulders. Then his fingers were beneath her chin and his avid mouth landed on hers, reigniting that passion. He kissed her with authority and greed while he stripped her out of her remaining clothes. His hands were everywhere, pinching her nipples, squeezing her hips, clamping onto her ass. They fell back onto the bed with Sutton on the bottom, breaking their fall.
His cock had gotten trapped between their bodies. Raising herself up on all fours, she automatically started rocking against it, kissing him frantically as the tips of her breasts rubbed against the hair on his chest.
Two sharp slaps on her ass burned like hell—but it caught her attention. She gasped, “What—”
“Scoot up.”
Confused by another abrupt halt to their intimacy, her eyes met his. “Why?”
“I want your pussy on my face.”
She blushed.
“London,” he said with a sharper tone than she’d ever heard from him, “get on up here girl, before I smack that fine ass of yours again.”
“B-but I’ve never—”
“Don’t care. That little taste of you wasn’t near enough.” He held onto her inner thighs, pulling her up his body while he pushed himself down the bed. He slid his hands around to her butt cheeks and pressed her mound against his mouth.
Any thoughts London had about awkwardness vanished the instant that tongue came out.
A relentless tongue that licked her up one side and down the other. Probing her folds. Swirling inside the opening to her sex and then plunging deep. Teasing her clit with alternating soft flicks and licks.
His hands were hard, his fingers digging into her skin. The wet lapping noises of his mouth on her sex mixed with her soft moans and echoed in the tiny space.
Sutton pulled back to kiss the inside of her thigh. Then he nipped it hard and she cried out. It startled her more than hurt her, but even the tiny sting sent a shot of heat through her.
He made that sexy growling noise against the stinging spot. “Shoulda known a tough woman like you would like a little rougher play.” Then he nipped the other thigh a bit harder.
London’s gasp turned into a groan when he settled his hot, sucking mouth over her clit.
It’d been so long and he was so freakin’ good with that naughty mouth of his. The tingling sensation immediately radiated down her spine, sending every hair from the
back of her neck to her tailbone on full alert.
She threw her head back and said, “Oh-god-oh-god-oh-god don’t stop! Please. That’s so…” The orgasm hit—then it expanded and exploded. Each hard contraction had her knees quaking and her arms shaking.
When she opened her eyes, she realized she’d lowered herself completely onto Sutton’s face and was probably smothering him. She tried to scramble back. “I’m sorry—”
Another hard whap landed on her butt and he scooted out from beneath her to stand at the end of the bed. “Never apologize for coming like that. Sweet heaven that was so damn sexy.”
Next thing she knew he’d caged that big, strong body around hers. She arched into him. She might’ve purred.
Sutton’s lips skimmed her earlobe. “I want you.” His hot breath burrowed inside her ear. “Want you like fuckin’ crazy.” Then the tip of his tongue traced the shell of her ear. “Want you hard and fast this time.” He kissed the hollow below her ear and her pulse skyrocketed. “Next go will be slow, sweet, and sweaty, okay?”
“Okay, yes, please.”
He pushed back and she heard the crinkle of a condom wrapper. Then his knees moved between hers and work-roughened hands traveled the back of her thighs, stopping to tilt her ass to a better—God, hopefully deeper—angle. The tip traced her slit once before he wedged his cock inside her fully in a steady glide.
She’d held her breath, waiting for a hard thrust. So when Sutton layered his body over hers, all heat and muscle and strength, the air left her lungs in a long groan. He nudged aside her hair and planted openmouthed kisses from the nape of her neck to the ball of her shoulder and back.
Gooseflesh rippled across her body.
“You’re so sexy, London. You drive me out of my ever-lovin’ mind.” Sutton curled his hands around her hipbones and pulled himself upright. His slow withdrawal lasted two strokes before he was ramming into her.
As much as she’d envisioned their first time together being face to face with their mouths fused and their hearts racing in unison as he rolled his body over hers, this was better. More intense. She rocked back into him. The slap of skin on skin and the rhythmic squeak of the bed created a sexual cadence that had her clenching around his pistoning shaft. Each time she bore down he’d make a deep, sexy noise of masculine satisfaction.
After about the fifth time, he said, “London. I can’t hold off.”
“Just a couple more. Please, I’m so close again.”
Sutton quit moving, but he stayed buried balls deep inside her. He leaned over and murmured, “I’ll getcha there. Squeeze me hard, baby. Really hard.”
As soon as she released her tightened pussy muscles, his hand cracked on her butt and her cunt spasmed on its own.
She cried out, not in pain, but because that extra stimulation shoved her closer to the edge.
“Beautiful. Again.”
London did that four more times, bore down, then felt the heat of Sutton’s hand as she let go of her clenched inner muscles. Her body took over and she started to come wildly. The orgasm radiated out from her core, electrifying every inch of flesh. Every nerve ending flared to life.
That’s when Sutton moved, plunging into her in the same tempo as the blood throbbing in her sex. Once her peak waned, he ramped up his pace, holding her steady as he shouted his release. Such a rush, feeling his big body shuddering behind her and the hard jerk of his shaft against her swollen pussy walls.
Then he went completely still.
Once he’d caught his breath, he caged her body beneath his again, pressing his chest against her from shoulders to hips. He nuzzled the back of her head and expelled a sigh. “You okay?”
“Way, way, way better than okay, Sutton.”
“Me too. Lemme ditch the condom. Be right back.” He kissed her again and withdrew.
She withheld a hiss, but her arms gave out and she collapsed on the bed.
Gentle hands turned her over and two hundred plus pounds of hot, hunky cowboy loomed over her. His kiss was so sweet and packed with such gratitude that she couldn’t help but reach for him, twining her fingers in his thick hair. Running her palm down his spine and getting a handful of his muscled ass.
This man was full of surprises. Over the past week she’d learned to appreciate his quiet sense of humor, as well as his stillness. He was thoughtful and deliberate—such a welcome change from the rash and selfish assholes she’d dated in the past. He listened instead of jabbering on, but he could knock her down a peg if she needed it. He had a protective streak and yet he could soothe her with a simple touch. He loved animals. He was close to his family.
All those things would be more than enough to capture her interest. But add in his stunning good looks—although he tried to downplay them—his holy fuck body, and now learning he had a raunchy, bossy side behind the bedroom door, and she’d lost any hope of not falling madly in love with Sutton Grant.
Love. Jesus. What was wrong with her? No one falls in real true love in six days.
So this overwhelming sensation of satisfaction and excitement had to be a lust high, the happy discovery of sexual compatibility…not the kind of life-affirming love she wanted.
True to his intuitive nature, Sutton immediately sensed the change in her mood. He didn’t do anything by half-measures. She should’ve recognized that right away. While that trait usually had her running the opposite direction, now she clung to it and to him.
“London. Sweetheart. What’s wrong?”
Tell him.
Don’t be an idiot.
She squeezed him more tightly. “I like being with you like this. And I’m kicking myself we haven’t been doing this at every possible opportunity all week.”
Soft lips brushed her forehead. “I was thinking the exact same thing.”
“Oh yeah? What else were you thinking?”
He rolled them until she was on top, straddling his groin. His hand grabbed a fistful of hair and he tugged her head back, baring her throat. “I’m thinking I watched you riding my horse this week—and I’ve never been so jealous of a horse in my life. So after I get a chance to taste these sweet tits, I’ll wanna see how well you ride me.”
“That right?”
“Mmm-hmm. And baby, if you’re really good, next time you can be guaranteed I’ll wanna try out that riding crop on you.”
Chapter Ten
Sutton towel dried his hair and watched London sleeping. Not a graceful sleeper. She was a sprawler. And she hadn’t lied about being a snorer. She’d twisted the sheets into a knot, exposing her bare leg, allowing him to see the love bruises he’d sucked on the inside of her thighs. Damn if those red and purple marks didn’t look sexy against her pale skin. Before they’d called it a night, he’d checked her ass to see if he’d left marks there from the whacks he’d given her. But he’d just found a few reddened hot spots and thumb and finger shaped bruises on her hips, cheeks, and the backs of her thighs.
A wave of want rolled over him, staring at the beautiful siren he’d worn out last night and who’d wrung him out. He’d never been fully able to explore his kink with any woman, besides a few slaps on the ass here and there—rarely during sex—and some limited rope play, one hand tied to the bed sort of thing. But London wanted more.
And heaven help him he wanted more too, and couldn’t wait to see where the need for more would lead them.
Her arms moved overhead in a long morning stretch. She sighed softly and opened her eyes, zeroing in on him first thing. She smiled. “Hey, handsome.”
“Hey yourself, gorgeous.”
“How long have you been standing there watching me sleep? Because if I’m drooling, I swear it’s a new thing since I finally had a drool-worthy man in my bed last night.”
Sutton returned her smile. “I’ve been up fifteen minutes. Took a quick shower. I’ve been watching you because it’s so fucking hot how you just give yourself over in bed whether you’re asleep or awake.”
London glanced away.
“Did I say something wrong?”
“No. You said something exactly right.” Her hazel eyes were alight with happiness when she looked at him. “Last night was amazing. Beyond anything I ever imagined. But what I always wanted. I wasn’t sure how you’d react this morning. Make sense?”
“Perfect sense. It’s that way for me too. That’s why I’ve been standing here watching you.”
“Seriously?”
“Yeah.”
She brushed her hair from her face but didn’t attempt to cover up her breasts as she waited for further explanation.
But Sutton was done talking. For now. “I imagine you want coffee?”
“Mmm. A man who will spank me during sex, make me coffee the next morning, and looks that damn good in a floral towel?” She sighed gustily. “Score one for team Gradsky.”
He laughed. “Coffee will be done by the time you get cleaned up.”
While London took a quick shower, Sutton called Ramsey at the gun range and asked the sample tests be emailed to him right away so he could study for the range master test. If he failed, he was out nothing. After he hung up, he really wanted to share the possible change in his life with someone, but his excitement dimmed when he realized he couldn’t tell anyone. Especially not London. Things were on an uphill swing with them—not just because they were burning up the sheets. And besides, she’d been working with Dial less than a week. Doubtful the horse had made great strides in such a short amount of time.
As soon as London stepped out of the back room, fully dressed, Sutton wrapped his arms around her. She melted into him, sharing the sweet type of morning kisses he craved. “You smell great and I know firsthand that you taste even better.”
“Stop blocking my access to coffee.”
They sat at the small table in the front, which he noticed for the first time had been completely cleared. “Where’s all your jewelry stuff?”
London blinked at him as she gulped coffee.
“London?”
“It’s around.”
“Not around here. Where is it?”
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