“Just enjoying the view.”
It’s the last thing I say before burying my face in her pussy. Her gasps and moans urge me to hurry up, but I won’t let her rush me. Indie Kade is like the finest dessert and I plan on feasting on her.
Devouring her.
I savor her with each lick—each time I suck her clit into my mouth, each time I fuck her with my tongue until she’s thrashing against the door, her hips rocking against my face. It’s the sexiest victory I’ve ever won, her orgasm coating my chin as she begs me not to stop, to draw it out a little longer.
And I do, gripping her ass and kneading her flesh, testing and teasing just how far I can go before she’s tugging on my hair and pulling me off her with wild eyes and a heaving chest.
“My legs are gonna give out.” She pants and I give her a wolfish grin.
“I have the perfect solution for that, Stunner.” The words are a murmur as I stand slowly, trailing my fingertips up her back till they hit the tiny zipper of her dress. “And it’s time to get you out of this dress…”
7
BEAU
PRESENT DAY
Ring, ring, ring.
I can’t help the smile that graces my lips as I pull my phone from my pocket. There’s a chance it could be someone else, but considering I work with most of my family, the chances are small.
That just leaves…
“Hey, Stunner,” I croon, turning my face up toward the sun as my eyelids flutter closed. “I didn’t expect to talk to you till later. Everything all right?”
We’d all gathered at my parents’ house today, my mother making enough food to feed half the town as we looked over the drone photos my cousin Reid had taken of the property so we could see what can be cleared to expand the pastures for the horse sanctuary.
“I need you to not be mad,” Indie says, her voice small as my blood turns to ice in my veins, my body going rigid at every worst-case scenario racing through my mind. “And I need you to not say I told you so.”
“I don’t know if I can promise that yet, Indie, not till I know what happened,” I manage, my throat drier than a desert as I wait for her to respond.
“I’mfine—we’refine—but there was an incident,” she says slowly. Carefully. Like she’s weighing her words to make sure she delivers them exactly right.
Dragging my hand down my face, I swallow a growl before opening my eyes to see everyone has stopped and is watching me.
“I need you to talk faster before I can’t keep my promise.”
“Did you make me a promise, Heartthrob?”
“Indie…”
She chuckles and if I wasn’t so amped up I’d probably be relieved by the life filtering back into her voice—strong instead of shaking.
“I needed more boxes and Daisy said she had extra. I went into town to get them but I,”—she swallows hard enough for me to hear—“I fainted when I got out of the car and she called an ambulance.”
“You—” I stagger back a step, Harlan catching me by the elbow and steadying me as I process that statement. “You…”
“I wasn’t thinking. I just wanted to get a head start on packing, but I forgot it’s not justmeanymore and…”
“But you’re okay? Our baby is okay?” I choke out.
“We’re fine, Beau. I promise. They’re keeping me for a while to make sure everything remains that way but?—”
“I’m leaving now.”
“I—” There’s a muffled sob that breaks my heart, and I squeeze my eyelids together to keep my own tears at bay. “I want to tell you that you don’t have to but I can’t. I want you here. Ineedyou here.”
