One of his hands ended up in my hair as he clamped me against him, pulsing inside of me like nothing I’d ever known.
I didn’t even realize tears were falling until he brushed them away with his thumbs. Our kiss went from nearly feral to languid and soft.
I sighed and laid my cheek against his chest. His heart thundered in time with my own.
Just sex?
What a lie.
Seven
“Big sis!”
“Oh, shit.” Erica scrambled off me and flew around the back of the bar.
Sweet Jesus, my dick was still wet from her, and she’d already moved so far across the room it seemed as if she was in a different state.
She crouched low to button up her dress. “Would you put that thing away?” she whispered frantically.
My thing didn’t really appreciate the new nickname, but I hitched up my jeans and tucked myself behind my zipper. I was pulling my shirt over my head when Erica’s youngest sister, Gina Ramos, came around the corner.
She paused on the threshold between the entrance and the main part of the bar before she looked my way with a raised brow. Then she scanned the rest of the room and crossed her arms with a sly smile. “Well, hello, Chief Mills.”
I blew out a breath. Great. Lunch at the diner was going to get a little weird. “Gina.”
Freckles popped up from behind the bar, her buttons semi-straight save for the ones holding in her magnificent breasts.
Gina pressed her lips together, glancing from me to her and then back again. “How’d the meeting go?”
I tucked in my shirt and grabbed my jacket from the floor. “As well as can be expected.”
“I bet.” Gina cocked her hip. “So, did you convince my stubborn big sister to stick around for more than a few days?” She tucked her tongue in her cheek. “Maybe you used some of your persuasive talents?”
I wasn’t going there.
“I have to head back to the city today.”
My gaze swung to Freckles. Funny how she hadn’t mentioned that earlier. “Is that so?”
“It’s called work. You might have heard of it. Just as you may have given me a three-page list of things to fix thanks to your job.”
“Freckles—”
“Stop calling me that.” She shoved her hair out of her eyes. “How did you actually think this bar would get fixed? Sharkey didn’t leave me with much more than the land itself and a few thousand dollars to fix it.”
“I told you we’d help you.”
“No, actually, you really didn’t.” She stormed across the bar to stand in front of me and jammed her finger into my chest. “You’re too busy telling me exactly what’s wrong with my bar.” She heaved out a breath. “The bar.”
I swallowed a smile. Now was definitely not the time to grin down at her. Mostly because I wasn’t entirely sure she wouldn’t rip my lips off my face. Or worse. But that little slip—my bar—gave me way more hope than was probably wise.
Because she was right. I had only been giving her a laundry list of problems. Riding in to save her wasn’t the right way to go at all. We weren’t seventeen anymore.
“I can help.”
She seemed to finally register that her sister was in the room as well. Well, beyond the shocked and naked deal. She tipped her head toward Gina. “Why?”
Gina’s eyebrows shot up. “What do you mean why? You’re my sister.”