Best Friends Forever

“I like rough hands,” Meredith said shyly, not looking up from our interlocking fingers.

Without even thinking, I pulled our hands close to my mouth and kissed her knuckles, inhaling the scent of her soft skin as I did. I felt the slightest twinge in her nerves as I did, and then held my breath when her hand unwound itself from mine and slid up my cheek, scraping wonderfully against the stubble I hadn’t shaved earlier.

I took both of my hands and grabbing her around the hips, pulled her on top of me. She willingly straddled me, curving her legs around my hips. I felt myself quiver while she wove her other hand around my neck. I was enjoying the sight of this beautiful woman resting on top of me.

I sat up straight in my chair putting just an inch or two between us. I hesitated, enough to make sure she wanted this too. She gave me a shy smile and a nudge with her nose.

That was the green light I needed. I took her hard with my mouth. All the pent up attraction of the day burst through me. I tightened my grip on her, digging into her hips and pushing her hard against me. I raised my hips up just enough so she could truly feel my desire for her. I felt her gasp against my lips. I took the chance to possess her mouth even more.

The only downside was that tiny part of my brain, growing smaller by the second, that screamed at me. What are you doing? This is Bryant’s baby sister! That thought faded faster and faster by the second.

She was moving her hands down my chest feeling the muscles underneath. Encouraged by this I let my hands start to find their way up inside her shirt. It only took me a moment to find the edge of her lace bra, the clasp that met at the back. With a flick of my wrist I released the snap and felt her chest relax heaver against me.

Stop, Colt! This is insane! I thought frantically, never breaking our kiss. That persistent little voice was all too easy to ignore as I sucked her bottom lip into my mouth moving my hands around to the front, causing her to squirm slightly.

I pulled back and watched her as I slid each rough hand under the cups of her bra and around her soft breasts. She arched her back and closed her eyes in satisfaction. I loved watching her. I twisted each nipple between calloused fingers.

I kissed the side of her neck, licking her sweet taste up. Suddenly she pushed back on me, and I worried that one of us had come to our senses. She pushed my hands out from under her shirt.

“Honey, I’m sor—” I started to say.

She gave me a wicked grin and reached down to the edge of her own shirt. I watched as she deftly pulled it up over her head and slid her bra off and away. Her beautifully auburn hair looked fire red in the light from the fire. It floated and curled around her breasts. She looked at me while shyly biting her bottom lip.

“I want you, Colt. If I’m honest, I always have.”

Chapter 6

Meredith

What are you doing, Mer? I repeated silently in my head. This is Colt Stone!

Fortunately, my brain had shut off all rational thought the second I felt his tongue mingle with mine, the taste of him sending shock waves all through my body.

I leaned down and let him take my mouth again, brushing the hard tips of my nipples against his flannel shirt.

The intensity of the moment grew and I helped him unbutton and struggle out of his own tight shirt. I rested my bare chest against him and almost orgasmed from the touch alone.

“Oh baby,” he said, sending kisses down my neck and between my breast, “You sure you want this?”

I lifted his head back up to meet mine. I could see his gentlemanly concern in his eyes. It was clear he wanted all I would give, but he wouldn’t take it from me if I didn’t want the same.

“I just don't want you falling for a little hero worship just ’cause I took you in for the night in your time of need,” he added with a wicked grin.

I giggled. “I'm sure, Colt. I want you too.”

It was a struggle to keep my voice steady, whether it was the wine making me sound nervous or the fact that I was dangerously close to letting Colt Stone do whatever he wanted to me.

“That's all I needed to hear, honey,” he replied, lunging for me with a sexy snarl that sent fresh shivers across my heated skin. He kissed me deeply again.

As if his tight flannel shirt hadn't been sexy enough, the sight of his tanned, rock hard chest was breathtaking. I ran my hands across the taut muscles, unable to tear my eyes off him. He must have mistaken my lustful gazing as hesitation, and a note of regret filled his voice.

“It’s okay, it doesn't still hurt, you know,” Colt whispered, watching my face warily.

“What?” I asked, bewildered. I was hungrily gazing at his abs by then, and wasn't sure I’d heard him.

“My scars.”

He looked away for just a flash before meeting my eye again. I blinked and looked back at his bare skin beneath my hands, seeing them for the first time. I honestly hadn’t noticed them when he appeared at the door half naked, and was now too distracted by the way the soft lights threw shadows across every hard plane of muscle across his torso. When I gently reached a hand to touch them, Colt tightened slightly.