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“I have more shirts,” he groaned, impatiently, grabbed the fabric right beneath my hands, and ripped it open the rest of the way. A couple of buttons popped off, clattering against the ground. Diving back in against his mouth, my swollen lips worked against his kiss as I shoved the shirt from his shoulders. It fluttered to the floor, and his hands grabbed my cheeks. As rough as his kiss, he tightened his hold on me.
I was addicted. The only thing on my mind was the feel of his skin beneath my hands that trailed down his muscled back. Touching every mountain that tensed beneath my fingers, sliding down to every crevice that enhanced with my movements sent a shudder through my body.
His tongue fought with mine—a craving that I would never want to be rid of—and his palms whispered down my neck. As he brushed over my collarbone, my mind tracked his movements all over my body, landing back at my waist. Without hesitating, he slid them beneath my thighs, hoisting me from the counter and into his heated frame.
Right as the front door came crashing open. “Guess who is a girl dad?” a young man’s voice shouted, and my eyes snapped open.
“WHAT THE…?!” the brown-haired intruder screeched, annoyed, as Cassidy pulled his kiss away, and we both locked sights onto the uninvited guest. The visitor’s jaw fell open, and he raised his brows, wrinkling the freckles that lined a face that I’d seen before but couldn’t quite place.
He raised a hand and pointed at my head. “I’m pretty sure that’s your hat, Cassidy,” he teased, smirking like a giddy teenager who’d just discovered girls for the first time.
“Butch, what in the seventh heavens are you doing here?” Cassidy growled and quickly placed me back down on the counter.
“Tenley had the baby, so Mom sent me back to the ranch to help you out with chores,” he paused and wiggled his brows way too slowly to not be completely aware of what had been happening. His eyes darted from me, landing back on Cassidy. “I thought you had a concussion or something.”
“I do,” Cassidy grumbled, letting go of me as my entire body ran warm, not from what we had been doing, but from the embarrassment that flushed my figure.
“Clearly. And you seem quite incapacitated by it,” Butch taunted, and then his eyes flickered down to Cassidy’s exposed torso. Concern flashed onto his features, maturing him. “Is that from the crash too?” he asked, pointing at the purple and black bruise forming on Cassidy’s ribs.
“Ah, no. That’s from earlier today,” Cassidy answered and crossed his arms, his pecs bunching with the movements, and I nearly drooled at the sight. Pulling the hat from my head, I hid my face behind it and peaked just over the brim.
“Earlier today? What happened earlier today?” Butch exclaimed, his forehead wrinkling in surprise. Such effortlessly handsome features riddled this young man, who seemed to be in his late teens, maybe early adulthood.
“Long story. Anyway, you’ve heard of knocking, right?” Cassidy said.
“Since when do I have to knock at your house?” Butch answered, giving him one last questioning look. Cassidy rolled his eyes.
“Git, would ya?” Cassidy raised a hand and waved him away.
“Think you can put your adult activities on hold until at least Dad is back? I drove Keaton and Millie from the hospital, too, so they can help out here as well, and I would really like to not get in trouble for something you did.”
“It’s my house, I’ll do what I want,” Cassidy grumbled, and I wanted to disappear from the room—be somewhere, anywhere that wasn’t here.
Butch grinned. “I won’t tell anyone if you let me use your house for a couple hours on Saturday.”
“Absolutely not. That is not even remotely the same,” Cassidy snarled.
“How is it not?”
“You’re eighteen, I’m—”
“Eighteen is an adult.”
“Nope. I don’t care, my answer is a firm no.”
“It’s just for dinner, that’s it. Away from Mom and Dad.”
“Then take Lacy to town.” Cassidy marched toward Butch and pointed over his head. “Now, go. I’ll be out in a few minutes, and we can get started with chores.”
Butch glanced over his uncle’s shoulder and grinned at me. “Nice to officially meet you, by the way.” A soft squeak left my lips as he turned back to Cassidy. “Make sure to pick up all the buttons that popped off of your shirt when she tore it open!” he teased and sprinted out of the house as fast as he could—narrowly missing the boot that Cassidy was ready to swing at Butch.
Slowly, the cowboy himself turned back around and pulled his lips between his teeth, grimacing. My cheeks burned red hot, even if there was a bit of humor in the situation, and I slapped a hand over my mouth, remaining hidden behind the hat.
Cassidy closed his eyes and shook his head. “I’m sorry ’bout that,” he mumbled.
A giggle escaped my lips, and I looked away, dropping my palms to brace against the counter, and gently placed the cowboy hat on its crown beside me. “It’s fine. But um…that’s good news, isn’t it? Tenley had a girl,” I said, trying to change the subject from the reality that his nephew walked in on us in the middle of, well…doing stuff.
“Yeah, it’s good news,” he muttered, tipping his head back.
