Hotter (Bad Boys of Texas 4) - Page 7

“Sugar, there’s something I want to eat, and you’ve got it, but it’s not what you’re cooking.” My head whips around, and I gawk at him, all the while my thighs clenching together. And, from the look of it, Creed didn’t miss that either. I plate my omelet, grab my cup of tea, ready to eat, even if I do have to sit down in front of him.

“Your mouth is going to get you in trouble one of these days. What if Momma walked in, or Daddy even?” Daddy may not be back to walking yet, but he’s definitely trying. In the meantime, he’ll use the wheelchair with his nurse or Mom behind him, maneuvering Daddy through the house.

“I’m taking my chances, Laney. One way or the other, you and I will be happening. When that will be is on you. For now, you’ll just have to get used to me being a nuisance. Now, you sit down and eat, then you’re spending the day with me.” Creed takes a sip of my tea, grimacing as he does so. It serves him right to try and look sexy as hell while attempting to take something of mine.

“Too bad my calendar is completely full. I’ll have to pencil you in, in say, half past never?” I fork a bite of food to my mouth, savoring the flavor.

“Whelp, it’s cleared. Seems to me Rhett is taking care of things while you take a day off.” He stands up, sauntering towards the coffee maker to pour himself a cup of coffee.

“Why did I even bother getting out of bed this morning?” I grumble. Something tells me I won’t be able to get out of a day with Creed. Lord help me, I’m going to need a drink way stronger than tea. Maybe whiskey will help.

“Don’t worry, sugar, it won’t hurt. Much.” My eyes meet his. I see the heated desire written all over his face, and I know for a fact I am completely screwed.

Seven

Creed

I figured Rhett would have had something to say about me being over here this early in the morning. Instead, he tipped his hat, winked, and walked out the door. He’s up to no good, and the time to figure out just what he’s up to will come. The fact that I was able to get Laney up and dressed, begrudgingly at best, is close to miraculous. She did it though, in a tank top, giving me more than a hint of cleavage, exposing her skin kissed by the sun, and her legs wrapped in cut-off jean shorts, paired with her cowgirl boots. She didn’t even ask what we were doing. That’s why when I loaded her up in my truck, she was still quiet. That didn’t stop her from sliding into the truck, those damn hips of hers calling to me as I helped her into the passenger seat.

The way this shit is unfolding between talking to her parents and her brother, who, I’m not gonna lie, I figured would be more of a hardass, warning me off and ready to fight me when it came to Laney. That hasn’t happened, which makes me think if I had stayed here in Hitchcock, working instead of traveling all over the whole fucking country, working like a dog, sleeping in my truck, not knowing when my next shower would happen, let alone a full meal, that he wouldn’t have stood in my way. Don’t get me wrong, I’m thankful for the work and I knew that when I took that job, it would be tough. The money paid off, my account is fuller than ever, my truck is paid off, and the only thing I hold a note on is my small patch of land with a one-story ranch-style house.

“What are we doing, Creed?” Laney blows out a breath of air. My hand snakes towards hers that’s resting on top of the center console.

“Right now, we’re driving around for a bit.” That was a loaded question, and I damn well know it, but there’s no way I’m touching the heavier shit right now.

“Way to state the obvious.” I tighten my hold on her hand, squeezing it at first, then loosening my grip but not letting her leave my hand.

“Give me about five more minutes, and you’ll see exactly where we’re going. Patience, young grasshopper,” I joke. A smile peeks out, and although it’s small, it’s there.

“Well, that’s never been my strong suit.” Laney isn’t wrong. She could never sit still for long, hates surprises, and has no problem stomping her foot to get there. I bet if I looked now, I would see her toes bouncing, but looking right now is not happening, not with the way her shorts have ridden up high on her thigh. It’s bad enough that I remember having those silky legs wrapped around my head while she came apart with my lips wrapped around her clit, my fingers fucking her cunt. The way Laney pulled at my hair, keeping me where she wanted me until she got what she needed. I barely let her come down from her orgasm before my cock was deep inside her, the velvet softness pulling at my length, sucking me inside her. I shift in my seat, already getting hard thinking about that moment, of her tits bouncing, hair mussed from my hands when we were kissing, and when her cunt clamped down on me as she came again for the second time that night. That’s when I came deep inside her, consequences be damned.

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