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As I sink down to my knees in front of her, those blue eyes widen, and her lips hang parted as she watches me.
I give her a wink as my fingers hook into her waistband. “Suits you, sweetheart.”
“Does it?” Her fingers seek out my hair in the way I’m absolutely addicted to. I want those nails digging into my scalp and tugging hard as often as possible.
“Mmmm. You’re gonna have to let me see you wear it from another angle, just so I can really get a good look at you.” I flick the button on her jeans. “I think you’re gonna have to ride me with only that on. Right now, there are too many clothes on this perfect body for me to be certain.”
She laughs, a light tinkling feminine sound, the kind of playful noise that is so foreign in this barn but that feels so fucking right. Her stomach caves as my fingers press against the softness of her skin.
Just as I work her jeans down, just as I lean forward to lick a long line over her pouty clit—plump and begging for my attention—and suck it into my mouth, there’s the sound of a vehicle outside.
Tires crunch over the snow, muffled music plays as the two people I certainly have no interest in seeing pull up next to the barn.
“Oh my god.” The fingers that should be guiding me to exactly where Skylar wants my long, slow kisses are now tugging me off her. “Is it Brad?”
I hastily wipe my mouth on the back of my hand. Fucking fuck.
“Christ. Do you want me to get rid of him?” I get to my feet, helping pull her jeans back up. I’d gladly give anything, find any excuse under the sun, to tell my son to fuck right off right now.
She bats my hands away. Eyes gone round as the moon. “Just go stall him,” she hisses.
I hate everything about what this means … that our time has ended in an abrupt halt. If I’d known this morning was our last chance to be alone together, I wouldn’t have come to the stables at all.
“It’s okay. Go.” She jerks her head and fastens her jeans, then turns. Only, she falters for a second and quickly pulls my hat off and thrusts it back into my hands before she vanishes out of the stall.
Slipping away from me without an opportunity for a proper goodbye.
CHAPTER 21
“You can’t leave town. Stay.” Brad crosses his arms. “What the fuck are you gonna do, Sky? Have the world’s most miserable New Year pity party all by yourself?”
I’m being stared down by my best friend and his boyfriend, who are determined to keep me here stuck in torturous longing for the man sleeping in the room across the hall.
Because even though Brad and Flinn have their own home on this ranch, they’ve been my own personal shadows since arriving back.
Under normal circumstances, this is exactly how things would be between us if I ever came to stay. We’d be in each other’s back pockets from dawn until long after midnight.
Except now, I’m painfully aware of the other Rhodes man in this house, who I haven’t seen since our near miss at the stables yesterday morning.
“Look, it’s only three more sleeps until New Year’s Eve.”
“And you know he’s going to be fucking insufferable if you don’t stay, so do me a solid, would you, please, love?” Flinn looks up from his phone where we’re all sitting around the farmhouse kitchen table.
The one I was splayed out on, covered in whiskey and Lucas Rhodes’s wicked mouth, only a few nights ago.
“Fine. Fine. I’ll stay for your silly little party,” I tease. “But in return, you gotta help me get my tire and stealth rescue my car.”
“You sure you don’t want to just claim it got stolen? We could torch it and dump it out on a back road somewhere?”
“Oh my god. Are you insane? I don’t need Sheriff Hayes on my ass, thank you.”
Brad chuckles. “He’s hot. I wouldn’t mind that man being all up in my business.”
From across the other side of the table, Flinn gives him an eye roll. “I’m literally right here.”
“Oh, don’t pretend like you haven’t checked that man’s ass out in a pair of jeans before.”
“Either way,” I say, interrupting the man crush going on over our local sheriff, “we’re not disposing of my car. Don’t be ridiculous, Bradford Rhodes.”
