Branded as Trouble (Rough Riders #6)(50)

“Lord, did you always have sex on the brain and I just never noticed?”


“Nope. You just bring out the beast in me.”


“That’s a plain mean thing to taunt a guy with who hasn’t had sex in the last three years.” He opened the truck door. “Get in.”


“I think it’d be better if I walked.”


“Like hell. You ain’t walkin’ alone at nine at night.”


“It’s Sundance. What can happen to me?”


“Nothin’ if you’re ridin’ in my truck, now get in.”


“Fine.” India stepped up on the running board and crawled across the bench seat.


Hoping to lighten her mood, he said, “I wish you were wearin’ a dress.”


“I wish you were wearing a condom.”


“Holy hell, India Blue Ellison, are you an ornery woman.”


“A horny woman.”


At the back of the building, Colt shut off the engine and looked at her. Her mood had changed in the two-minute drive, nothing new; India’s moods were as unpredictable as the Wyoming weather.


“Now what’s wrong?”


“I don’t know. Doesn’t this feel…weird? Last week, I had a great time with you. I see you tonight at the meeting, expecting it to be the same. But it’s different. Then Bert is trying to set us up on a date…”


He watched her fingers pinch the seam on the seat cover.


“And you don’t even tell him we are dating,” she finished in a rush.


Colt snatched her restless hand. “Is that what’s bothering you?


That we didn’t come out and tell anyone at A.A. that everything has changed between us?”


“Maybe. Look, I know it’s stupid.”


“It’s not stupid if you’re upset. C’mere.” He tugged her until she was practically in his lap. “I feel I’ve done something wrong. So I’ll do anything to fix it.”


“Like what?”


“I’m open to suggestions.”


India swung her leg over his until they were matched groin-to-groin and chest-to-chest. “Okay. Let’s mess around.”


“That’s a good idea.”


She laughed. Then she kissed him. Her hands clutching his hair, her crotch grinding on his, her nipples rubbing with enough friction he swore her piercings scratched his chest through their clothing.


He’d gotten used to being the aggressor, so her dogged seduction was incredibly potent. Each teasing, tantalizing kiss destroyed his resolve to maintain a cool head, especially when the head in his Wranglers burned hot as a branding iron.


India’s lips followed the slope of his jaw to his ear. “So strong.


So smooth. Did you shave just for me?”


“Uh-huh.”


“Mmm. You smell good too.” She nuzzled his neck. “You know my favorite thing about you wearing aftershave?”


“Ah. No. I don’t.”


“Anticipating how it’ll smell on my skin. After you’ve rubbed your face and mouth all over my chest. And my neck.”


His cock twitched. Her little chuckle meant she knew it. Felt it.


Sassy wench.


“Unbutton my blouse, Colt.”


Good thing he was dexterous. All her rubbing and nuzzling could’ve distracted a lesser man.