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Before dipping down to taste me, he reaches his hands up to flip my breasts out of the V-neck, my nipples puckering in the cold. He molds my body how he wants, putting it all on display so he can enjoy me.
He moves back down to my pussy, inhaling deeply before he touches my sensitive skin with a soft kiss on my mound. I press into him, silently begging for more. He swipes one lick over me, drawing a soft gasp from my lips.
“You taste so damn good, angel,” he purrs.
His hands cup my ass, lifting my hips up to his mouth as he starts to feast. His lips wrap around the ball of my clit, sucking it into his mouth and short-circuiting my brain.
“Fuck.” I knock his hat off so my fingers can grip his hair.
He sucks harder, causing stars to float over my head in circles. My eyes roll back in my head, every nerve glowing hot. He doesn’t stop, doesn’t let up until he pushes me into a shattering orgasm. My legs shake before all my muscles tense up with the waves of pleasure washing over my skin.
He gently licks the surface of my wet pussy lips once more before his head rises, a devious smile on his glistening lips. “You did good, angel.”
Fuck, I am so lucky.
“Put it in me,” I demand.
He laughs, wiping the wetness from his mouth with the back of his hand before slowly buttoning me back up.
“I don’t have a condom, so let’s go in the house first.”
I groan, debating just telling him to forget about it and put a baby in me now.
Okay, that was irrational.
“Holden,” Duke’s voice calls from outside the door of the barn.
His head snaps around. “Don’t come in here.”
“Clay Dixon is here,” Duke says.
Blood rushes to my brain, making me feel lightheaded. Holden helps me stand, tucking my breasts back into my shirt before handing me my jeans. He reaches for his shirt, expression cool and grim.
He cups my face. “I’ll handle this.”
42
HOLDEN
Iintentionally leave one button undone at the top of my shirt so I can finish it in full view of Rosie’s father. His jaw clenches when he sees her walk out of the barn behind me with hay stuck in her hair. She reaches for my hand. I grip hers tightly. Ethan climbs out of the driver’s side of the black SUV.
Fucker. I should just put my fist in his nose right now.
I have a strong suspicion that Ethan was the one handling the kidnapping details and Rosie’s ransom video. He’s Dixon’s little errand boy, but the mayor was ultimately calling all the shots.
The back door opens, and Old Harry steps out of the SUV, smiling.
“Boys,” he says.
Dixon motions up to the house. “Do you have a minute for a meeting, gentlemen? I think it’s time we talked.”
Rosie’s hand is damp in mine, so I squeeze it again before leading her up to the house. Once we get inside, she goes into the kitchen with Dolly. Cash and Sterling stand up when they see Clay, frowns immediately forming on their faces.
They flank the visitors as we all walk up the stairs toward the den, where we have a card table, pool table, a bar set up with whiskey and bourbon, cognac leather chairs, and antler heads on the walls.
Cash doesn’t ask before pouring each of us a glass of the amber liquid. I take a seat at the card table. Dixon and Harry follow suit. I see the bulge of a handgun on Ethan’s hip as he leans back against the wall.
Cash sets the glasses in front of each of them. I lean back silently, waiting for Dixon to begin and trying to talk myself out of a violent end to this meeting.
