Colters' Wife (Colters' Legacy #1.5)(4)

His c**k swelled in her hand, and she smiled.

He groaned softly. “You’re not playing fair, doll.”

She pressed a kiss to the center of his back, nibbling a path up his spine. “Neither are you.”

He shuddered against her lips then turned around to face her, holding the towel over his groin. He cupped her face with one hand and bent to kiss her. She knew it for what it was. A brush-off.

To hell with that.

She yanked the towel away and cupped his erection in her hands, boldly sliding her fingers over the length.

She leveled a stern look at him. “I’ll give you the same two choices I offered Ryan. You can give in like a good boy or suffer the wrath of a hormonal pregnant woman.”

He sucked in his breath and held it then let it out with a curse. “I knew that ass**le caved.”

She grinned wickedly. “Just like you’re going to.”

He arched an eyebrow then his expression softened. “Doll, I don’t want to hurt you or our baby. You’re tired. Worn out. No way I’m placing more demands on you. I can wait.”

She rose up on tiptoe and kissed him. “But I can’t.”

He stared down at her, indecision wrinkling his brow. Then she went for the kill.

“Please.”

He closed his eyes, and she knew she’d won. Manipulative? Probably. But she wasn’t going to waste time feeling guilty when the three of them were harboring misplaced fears about hurting her.

He pulled her into his arms, kissing her deeply. She moaned as she melted into his body. She needed this. Wanted it. Craved it.

“I’m not f**king you on the bathroom counter again,” he muttered as he gently picked her up.

She giggled as he carried her into the bedroom.

***

Holly stepped outside the kitchen door and closed her eyes as the breeze blew over her. She felt invigorated. The fatigue that had hung so heavy over her in the last weeks had dissipated and in its stead, a refreshed energy had taken hold. She felt lighter, freer, and she’d slept wonderfully the past two nights after she’d waylaid Ryan and Ethan.

Adam…well, he was another story. He’d avoided her for the last two days. If she wasn’t so certain as to why, it would have hurt her feelings, but she knew why he was running. But he couldn’t hide from her forever.

She found him in the barn mucking one of the stalls. She stood watching him, his shirt off, muscles bulging as he worked.

After a few moments, he turned around as if sensing her presence. Concern creased his brow and he walked over to where she stood.

“Baby, is everything okay?”

She smiled and nodded.

He frowned. “You shouldn’t be out here. You should be inside resting.”

There was more emphasis on the resting part. He was almost accusatory in his tone since he knew damn well she’d made love to Ryan and Ethan.

“I wanted some fresh air, and honestly, Adam, you worry way too much. I’m fine. I feel great.”

He tugged her into his arms and held her there for a long moment. His heart beat against her cheek and she nuzzled further into his embrace.

She slid one hand down to cup the denim-covered bulge between his legs. He backed away in a hurry, separating himself from her.

His green eyes flashed. “Just because you’ve got those two knuckleheads wrapped around your little finger doesn’t mean you’re going to get anywhere with me.”

She arched an eyebrow. “Are you saying I don’t have you wrapped around my finger?”

He scowled at her. “You know damn well I’d give you the moon if you asked.”

“Then make love to me,” she said softly. “I don’t want the moon. I want you.”

He sighed and shook his head. “Baby, I can’t. Don’t ask me this. Please. I—I can’t hold back. I’ll hurt you and that would kill me. You know me. I’m rough. I’m demanding. It’s better if we wait until after the baby’s born.”

“Bullshit.”

His head reared in surprise. “Excuse me?”

“Bullshit,” she repeated. She crossed her arms over her chest and tapped her foot in irritation. “That’s such a load of BS and you know it. You’d never hurt me. You’ve never once done anything I wasn’t begging for.”

He looked at her in open-mouthed shock.

She turned abruptly with an aggravated huff and stomped out of the barn. Infuriating man. One would think she’d asked him to donate a kidney, though he probably would have agreed to that. But ask him for sex? And the world came crashing to an end. Weren’t men supposed to live, breathe and dream about sex twenty-four hours a day? Clearly no one had shared that little tidbit of information with Adam.

***

She was still in a fit of temper—and exasperation—thirty minutes later as she stomped around the kitchen, abusing the dishes. She still couldn’t cook worth a darn, but at least she’d mastered the cleaning aspect.

She was attacking the sink with a Brillo pad when warm arms wrapped around her and a mouth nuzzled her neck.

“Adam not cooperating with your mad seduction scheme?” Ryan murmured against her ear.

She sighed and leaned back into his arms. “He’s a rigid pain in my ass,” she grumbled. “And as far as I’m concerned, he can sleep on the couch tonight.”