“Yes, I am. Now tell me what the hell happened out there. Why is your hand like that?”
He shifted to the couch and drove his muscular frame into it, dropping his head back. Fuming, I stood in front of him, demanding answers. My chest was heaving from anger, and I knew my cheeks were rosy. My hair most likely looked wild, but I didn’t care. Neither did he.
His eyes turned to darkened, hungry desire. He reached his long arms up under the length of my nightgown and cupped my butt, bringing me forward to his face. He pressed his head into my center, his non-injured hand roaming around near the softness of my belly, and my anger subsided, replaced with decadent longing. He pulled the waistband of my panties down swiftly. I threw my head back as I placed my hands on both of his shoulders. He stroked the opening where the lava ran. I felt like I was on a slippery slide of desire as his tongue did the work. I moaned out loud, gasping for air. A raging fire burned through my soul at his deft touch.
“Yes!” I cried out as the pressure of his hand increased. I watched the lusty greed on his face as he got turned on by my moans. He slipped my panties all the way off, and in a flash, he’d whipped off his underwear and his jeans to reveal his full erection.
“Sit right here.” He demonstrated by putting his hands on his cock.
I obliged and sat down on him, my walls expanding with his thickness. I set a furious pace, letting the anger transmute into the fiery heat of a wild, wanton woman. I was riding him like the cowboy he was. He grabbed my bucking hips and quickened the process, grunting with elemental need. He smiled in the darkness at my urgency.
“Go, baby, keep going. I like it when you’re angry.”
His breathing was fragmented as he tried not to get his injured hand in the way. His shirt was still on, a tank. I shoved it over his head and threw it to the side as I rode. He kneaded my full, double-D breasts like kneading dough through my nightgown. I ripped it over my head to reveal them in full bounce. An orgasm crept up on me without warning, shattering me into small pieces of ecstasy.
He gave me the room to breathe and laid me carefully on the carpeted floor, hovering over me for a moment. “I love you.”
“I love you, too. Now get down here.”
Round two of the erotic dance began, and this time it was slower from him.
“Does your hand hurt?”
“I’m not worried about my hand right now, that’s for sure.”
I stroked his prominent jawline with the back of my hand. He lifted one of my legs to wrap around him, kissing me deeply. He found my promised land and controlled his rotation, sending me into slow, glorious torture. He ground his hips and continued to kiss my swollen lips. All it did was build an ache up bigger than California inside of me. He kept the same pace, driving me nuts.
“Babe, you’re killing me—in a good way. Please,” I called out.
“You sure?” he breathed. He knew he had me right where he wanted me. I felt his thick muscular arms straining as I dug into his tightly defined chest.
“Yes!”
My body started to grip and tighten around him. I felt the second wave of orgasm hit. The carnal grind of his hips picked up as I felt him swelling inside me. The heat between us caused his Adonis-like body to become glossy with sweat. I grabbed his head and drew it down to my lips. I wanted to experience what he was feeling. He released a guttural moan into my mouth as he came. His body became slack as I reached around his back to hug him, then he rolled to the side.
“Make-up sex is not so bad after all,” he panted.
Twenty-One
Colt
I woke up to a throbbing hand and a mouthful of hair. I swiped the hair from my face. It was Amber’s long, luxurious mane of glory. I rolled over to face her. She had rolled onto her side and was sleeping soundly. I admired her curvature and the groove of her back. I ran my finger down her spine to her round buttocks. She was all woman—a heavenly sight to wake up next to for me. The peace she exuded made me calm. I rolled on my back and examined my hand. Not too bad, but it still hurt like a motherfucker. I flexed to check the range of movement. It should be back to normal within the week as long as I iced it. I stretched out from top to bottom, looking around to check out Amber’s room. I saw a closet on the left-hand side, two bedside drawers, a few big teddy bears in the corner, and a desk with girly things on it—perfumes, bracelets, and earrings.
We were lying right under a large window, and the early light was streaming through. I moved my large frame from the bed and into the kitchen. Her curtains were drawn, and I could see the magnificent view she had. It looked right out over the back of the mountains. I could just make out the faint outline of them. My mind flashed back to last night and that the Russians killed a man in front of Hector. There was no chance of him snitching because it involved him. The reason we were there was because of him.
I rummaged through the cupboards to look for coffee or tea. I wanted to make one for Amber before she got up. I knew she had to go to work. I eventually found what I was looking for.
My mother would say I did a man look if I couldn’t find something. I shook my head when I thought about her. I was eternally grateful for her support. She was a rock. I put the water on the stove and let it boil. I placed two cups down from the cupboard and filled both with a teaspoon of instant coffee. I knew Amber liked sugar in hers, so I pried open one of her canisters and added some.
I heard a yawn and soft feet coming around the corner. A very sleepy and cute Amber came into the kitchen with a bedsheet wrapped around her. I opened my arms wide for her to enter. With a dopey smile, she fell into my arms and laid her head on my chest. I ran my hand through her tangled web of thick blond hair.
“I know. I know, it needs a good brushing.” She smoothed her hair down over my fingers, still leaning into my chest.
“No. I like it. I should be able to brush it for you. I brush my horse’s tails.”
She looked up then to my wide grin, lightly tapping me on the chest. “Did you just call my hair a horse’s mane?”
“Yes, I did. But not in a bad way. I love it. Your hair is so thick, that’s all. It’s luscious like you.” I touched her soft lips with mine. As she kissed me back, the water boiled. She released me as I poured her coffee and handed it to her.
“Thank you, sweety. How is your hand today?”
“It’s a lot better. Thank you.”
She took the first sip of her coffee and scanned me up and down. I had my jeans back on and was shirtless. “Hot damn, you look good in the morning. I look a mess,” she exclaimed in mock disgust.
“You don’t at all. You look like a sexy siren,” I assured her.
She blew the steam off her coffee. “I think I’ll keep you. You’re good for my self-esteem.”
I laughed at her, kissing her on the head. “Going into work today?” I asked.
“Yes. Back to saving the world.”
I rubbed her back. “I have a lot to do today. Bella is back from her grandma’s, your brother is working with me, and I have to go clear up some other things.”
It seemed like she only heard me say other things. “What other things?” She walked to the kitchen table and sat down.
“Just fixing up some things from last night. Nothing you need to be concerned about.”