“Don’t stop. Please, Colt.”
“I don’t wanna hurt you. Maybe we should wait?”
“Wait for what? Me to be old and gray?”
He chuckles and it does interesting things to my insides. A little of the excitement and heat I’d felt just moments ago arcs through me again.
“Why don’t you slip your hands between us and show me how you touch yourself when I’m not around?”
I bite my lip and wriggle my hand into the space between our bodies as Colt lifts his hips. I touch my clit, the sensation so electric with the pressure of him inside me. As my hunger for him, for pleasure, and for release grows, I feel my walls start to relax. A new tension twists through my body—want, need, desire—all for him. Only for him.
“Jesus, Lemonade. I’ll never grow tired of watching you fuck yourself while your pussy clamps around my cock.” Colt groans in my ear, and I realize it’s me who’s moving. He’s given me all of the control in this situation, and I’m the one bucking beneath him, taking my pleasure from him and not the other way around. I can feel the tension in his whole body, the restraint he must be using to hold back and let me explore this new world of craving and carnality, but I want to feel him lose control too.
“Colt?” I pant.
“Mmm?”
“I … I want you to fuck me.”
His eyes hood over as he searches my gaze. “Are you sure?”
I nod and bite my lip, keeping my fingers circling my clit as he slides deeper and pulls almost all of the way out. His arms tremble as he supports his weight, and I draw him to me, wanting to feel our bodies connected everywhere. He kisses my lips, gentle nips at my tender flesh as he pistons his hips. Pleasure, heat, and anticipation collide within me, pulling me under like a current, sluicing through me as all of my nerve endings and synapses fray and fire. I come harder than I ever have, clutching his body to mine, my legs wrapped around his, my heels digging into his ass, pushing him deeper as he follows me into the sweet and wild abyss.
“Lemonade, we gotta wake up.” He rubs my arm under the blanket, and I mumble and bury myself deeper in the crook of his shoulder. It’s warm here and we’re naked and I don’t want to ride back to the ranch on my own. I don’t want to be without him after what we just did.
“Just a few more minutes,” I murmur.
“Okay, just a few. And then we’re going back.”
“Hmmm.” I nod, but I think he’s already asleep.
I sit bolt upright as hooves thunder toward me and for a moment, I can’t get my bearings. I don’t know where the hell I am, and then Colt stiffens beside me.
“Shit, shit, shit. We fell asleep.” He’s on his feet in a second, tossing my shirt at me as he pulls on his jeans.
“Oh my God! My daddy is gonna kill you.” I throw on my T-shirt and panties, but I’m not even sure where my shorts ended up.
“West is gonna kill me first.”
“You’re goddamn right he is,” West says, as he comes from out of nowhere and punches Colt right in the jaw.
“West, no!” I’m half dressed, and I lunge toward them, but Wade pulls me back. I scream and buck against him, thrashing my arms and legs in an effort to get away. “Let me go!”
West hits him again but Colt doesn’t fight back.
“You’re my best friend. And you’ve been fucking my little sister.”
“It isn’t like that.” Colt spits blood on the ground by his feet.
West darts forward and sucker punches Colt right in the gut. Colt crumples to the ground and I bring my elbow up into Wade’s face. He shouts and releases me, and I dive between my eldest brother and Colt, using my body like a shield. “West William Winchester, you stop right now!”
West’s lips turn up in a sneer. “Move, Lemon.”
“No! I love him.”
West shakes his head. “You don’t know what the hell you’re talking about. You’re too young to be in love.”
“You don’t know. You probably wouldn’t even know what love was if it slapped you in the face.”
“Get out of the way, Lemon.” West steps toward me.
I throw my arms wide, and steel my resolve as I stare down one pissed-off brother. “You wanna hurt him, you have to go through me.”
West’s eyes narrow, darting between his best friend bleeding on the ground and his half-naked little sister protecting the one-hundred-and-fifty-pound boy next door. “How long has this been going on?”
“Long enough, dumbass.” I turn and kneel by Colt’s side, tears welling in my eyes at the sight of blood on his busted lip.
“This is all my fault,” Colt says. “I’ve been in love with Lemon for years. But I never planned to touch her. I didn’t chase her, West. I swear. It just happened.”
“You think that makes it better?” Wade shouts.
“No. If anything, you probably wanna kick my ass even more.”
“You’re damn right I do.”
“No one is kicking anyone’s ass.” I glare at West. “I was the one doing the chasin’. I came onto him, and you know what happens when I set my mind to something I want.”
“He’s older than you!” West closes his eyes and takes several deep breaths. “Four fucking years older. He shoulda known better.”
“It doesn’t matter, West. I love him and he loves me. You wanna kick his ass, then you better be prepared to kick mine too, because from now on, Colt and Lemon are a package deal.”
I can hear more horses in the distance, and West glances down at me. “Get dressed. Daddy’s commin’.”
All my hot air deflates like a balloon and I kiss Colt, despite the busted-up lip, and scramble to find my shorts. My brothers turn their backs as I slip on the tight denim and I wrap the blanket around me because I can’t stop shaking. I don’t know if it’s fear, shock, or the early morning chill, but there’s cold deep in my bones as I glance at Colt. He slides on his T-shirt and hangs his head. I eliminate the distance between us and slip my hand in his. He won’t look at me, so I step in front of him, cup his cheek and force him to.
“West is right,” Colt says. “I shoulda known better.”
“I don’t care what West or anyone else thinks.”
My brother folds his arms across his chest and scowls.
“They’re over here, Daddy,” Wyatt says, coming around the side of the red oak on his horse. He takes a beat to assess the scene. My hand in Colt’s, the blankets, lanterns in the trees, and he whispers, “Oh, shit. Y’all are so dead.”
“What the hell do you think you’re doing, boy?” Colt’s daddy is the next to stumble across the scene. His gray eyes, so much like his son’s, burn into Colt’s. He jumps off his horse and glares at our joined hands. Colt tries to extract his hand from mine, but I hold on for dear life.
My daddy charges around the tree, looks me over from head to toe, and settles his gaze on Colt like he’s fixing for a fight. “Lemon, you get yourself on home now.”
“No.”
Daddy’s eyes narrow. “What did you just say?”