Branded as Trouble (Rough Riders #6)(67)

She pushed her hips back at him. “Again.”


Colt obliged her, keeping a relentless pounding rhythm. He looked up at the screen. The brunette was busy eating *. “Does girl-on-girl turn you on?”


“Not usually. This scene is hot, but not as hot as the one where they’re all f*cking her. Three men at once. I wonder what that—”


“As long as you’re with me, you’ll never know.” Colt released her hip so he could grip her hair and pull her ear back to his mouth.


“You and me, India. No one else. If you wanna know what it’s like to have every hole filled, I’ll stick a dildo in your ass and one in your cunt while my cock is in your throat.”


India whimpered.


“Would you like that?”


She whimpered again.


He pulled her hair a little harder. “Answer me.”


“Yes, all right? I want to feel you in me everywhere, just you.”


He growled. “Do you want me touchin’ your clit or your nipples?”


“My clit. Please. Rub on it like that woman is.”


Colt stroked in the identical rhythm on the big screen as he snapped his hips. “More?”


“I’m about to… Yes! That’s it.” She squealed and slammed back into Colt’s tunneling cock with enough force the couch cushions shook.


The hot grip of her * muscles around his cock, milking him, sucking at him, and the throbbing cadence of her pulse beneath his stroking finger, all proved too much.


Colt threw his head back and came with a primal roar.


When he returned from that otherworldly place where he existed only as pure sensation, he realized he’d clutched her hard enough to bruise her skin.


Not that she seemed to mind. India pushed up, dislodging his softening sex before she spun around and kissed him. A melding sweetness of raw emotion. She touched him, soothed him, and proved he hadn’t been wrong to fall for her because there was so much more to her than what met the eye. She was everything.


Everything. And finally, she was his.


“Indy—”


“Colt,” she whispered, tugging on his earlobe with her teeth.


“Don’t get serious on me. This night, heck, the last two weeks, have been too amazing to ruin by dissection. We’re both guilty of doing it out of habit because of A.A. Just let it be, okay?”


“Okay. For now.”


Bad porn music played in the background.


She eased back to look into his eyes, stifling a yawn. “I’m tired. Can we just crawl in your big comfy bed, snuggle up and go to sleep?”


There’d be no more confessions or revelations tonight.


Truthfully, that was probably for the best.


“Come on then, sleepyhead. Let’s get you a pair of socks,


’cause no way in hell are you puttin’ them cold feet on me.”


Chapter Fourteen


The front door slammed. A feminine voice called out, “I brought caramel rolls. They’re still warm. They have extra, extra caramel, just like you like ’em. And I’m hopin’ because I’m hand delivering your favorite breakfast sweet that you’ll sneak me some of that high octane coffee I smell brewing.” Chassie Glanzer screeched to a stop. “Holy crap. India? What’re you doin’ half-naked in Colt’s kitchen?”