God, how he loved her.
“William!” she shouted, coming apart around him, her spasms bruising his shaft and demanding his surrender.
Bolts of white-hot flame shot up his spine and out his cock. Filling her until his come was dripping out of her. He trembled with the force of the climax, laying his head between her breasts as he tried to recover.
She’d ruined him.
He’d known she would, known there was no going back once he had her, but that hadn’t stopped him from falling on her like a hungry beast as soon as she’d come close enough to touch.
Whether she wanted him or not, he was hers.
She shifted beneath him, making him realize he’d collapsed on top of her. He slid off and kissed her cheek. Her damp forehead. “Did I hurt you?”
Bronte stretched, wincing slightly before a purely feminine smile curled her lips. “I think I’m holding up pretty well for round… Is it round four now?”
“Five,” he corrected. “And I’d say you are at that.”
She lifted her head, aiming for his cheek with her lips, but grazing his chin instead. “I think I’ll need another coffee. After my shower. I definitely need a shower.”
He leaned on his elbows, watching the jiggle of her ass with interest as she walked away.
“Don’t think I don’t know where you’re looking,” she called over her shoulder.
“It’s a free country and I’m admiring the view,” he replied with a smile.
The bathroom door closed behind her and he collapsed on the floor, one arm thrown over his eyes and while his free hand gripped his stirring erection.
Down, boy.
He needed to get control of himself or he’d wear them both out by the end of the week.
His phone rang and he climbed to his feet with a groan. He should probably eat something if he was going to keep up with his woman.
He frowned when he saw the name of the caller. “James? What’s wrong?”
There was a short silence, then a haggard chuckle. “I guess I should call people more often. Everyone is asking me that lately.”
“I don’t imagine I’m first on your speed dial, cuz.”
They’d never gotten along. Their dark sides were too much alike.
James sighed. “You’re not. You helped me, so now I’m helping you. I’m in town. Is there someplace we can talk in private?”
“You don’t want to come to my place?”
“I’d rather Bronte didn’t know I was here.”
How the hell did James know Bronte was visiting? He didn’t like it. “There’s a boxing club. It’s closed today but the owner, Murphy, gave me a key.”
“They gave you a key?”
William snorted. “I have a trustworthy face.”
“If you say so. I’m heading there now.”
He stared at the phone in silence. What the hell was James doing here? And why wasn’t he supposed to tell Bronte?
She’s Hugo’s sister?
Maybe that’s all it was. If James didn’t want Younger to know what he was up to, not telling his husband’s sister was probably a good plan.
He wouldn’t know anything for certain until he met the man.
Just then Bronte came out of the bathroom, dressed in a pair of his sweatpants and a t-shirt, her own phone cradled in her hand. “I need to go back to the inn.”
“Now? Why?”
She was smiling, but it looked too tight to be real. “Clothes, William. What I have here is walk-of-shame worthy. I just want to get changed and make a few calls. Can we meet later?”
What is it you’re feeling guilty about, love?
William crossed his arms, unsympathetic as she tried to keep her eyes above his waist. “That’ll work out fine. I was thinking of sparring down at the club, so you can meet me there. Will two hours be enough time for you to make those calls of yours?”
She blew out a relieved breath. “Sounds good. We’ll get something to eat and finally have that talk.”
Now she wanted to talk. Why did he get the feeling he wasn’t going to like what she had to say?
What did James have to do with it?
“Looking forward to it.”
She wandered around nervously, grabbing her purse, her dress and her jacket before turning back to him uncertainly. “I guess I’ll go.”
Hell. He couldn’t let her leave like this. Not after last night. This morning.
William cupped the back of her head and leaned down to capture her mouth with his. She groaned as their tongues tangled, reaching for when he stepped away abruptly. “Go now. Before you tempt me into tying you to the bed.”
He waited until he heard her steps on the stairs before heading to the shower. He had a secret meeting with the troubled cousin who hated him, followed by a “talk” with the wife who’d just lied to his face about where she was going and why.
Busy day.
Chapter Seven
“Is that my sister-cousin?”
Bronte watched Tasha Finn stroll toward her, two coffees in her hand and a clinging dress that caressed her generous curves. She was oblivious to the whiplash she was giving a few of the male patrons heading in to the Daily Grind, all her attention focused on Bronte’s reaction to her dress.