Corralled (Blacktop Cowboys 1) - Page 18

Hank turned on his side and watched Lainie sleeping. Her arm curled under her head. Her cheek nestled into the pillow.

Damn. He wished it were him in bed next to her. It did little to curb his feelings of envy to know that it would be him next time. Something sweet and protective flowed through him at the humming sigh Lainie made in her sleep.

He rolled over and stared at the opposite wall for a long time before he finally fell asleep.

Chapter Six

Lainie woke to the smell of coffee. She blinked at Hank sitting on the bed across from her, completely dressed. She sat up.

“Mornin’,” he said with a smile.

She smiled back. “Morning. You’re up early.”

Hank shrugged. “Habit. I’m always up early at home. I brought you coffee. Didn’t know if you used sugar or cream so I got some of both.”

“Thank you.” Lainie yawned and took the to-go cup. She scraped her tangled hair back. “Lord. Talk about extreme bedhead. I must look a mess.”

“I think you look beautiful.”

“How much sugar did you put in your coffee to turn your tongue so sweet?” she murmured.

“None. I reckon you just bring out the sweet side in me.”

Lainie rolled her eyes, but her belly swooped.

“Didja bring me a cup, sweetheart?” Kyle grumbled sarcastically from beneath the covers.

“Yep. I also bought a couple toothbrushes out of the vending machine. Yours is still in the package on the sink.”

Still muttering, a naked Kyle scooted off the end of the bed, snatched a coffee, and shuffled to the bathroom.

For some reason, Lainie was nervous about being alone with Hank. Maybe it was his unexpected sweetness. Maybe it was the contemplative look that darkened his eyes to a deep midnight blue. “What?”

“This.” Hank leaned over and closed his mouth over hers. He tasted like coffee and mint.

She pulled back. “Sorry, I haven’t brushed my teeth.”

“I don’t care.” He dove back in for another kiss, keeping it lazy and gentle. “Mmm. I like kissing you first thing in the mornin’.”

The bathroom door opened. Lainie almost jumped back guiltily, but then she remembered what they’d done last night, all three of them. “Umm. I’ll just hop in the shower.”

Hank drawled, “Need help scrubbing anything in particular?”

“No. Thanks. I’ll be fine.” She locked the bathroom door and stripped off the oversize, completely unsexy T-shirt she’d slipped on after last night’s fun and games.

Whoo, yeah. Last night redefined wickedly naughty.

When Kyle started f**king her from behind, she’d expected Hank to sit back quietly and watch the scene unfold with those brooding eyes. Then after Kyle finished with her, she expected Hank would swoop in, lay her on her back, and f**k her face-to-face, as he always did.

So Hank’s dropping his pants and commanding her to suck his c**k had blown her expectations all to hell.

The forceful way he’d inserted himself into the situation was sexier than his command that she get him off. He’d never acted so aggressive. Never demanded she swallow, since he’d never let himself come in her mouth. And his grip on her hair had been just shy of painful. Seeing that side of Hank was a real eye-opener—and a serious turn-on.

Between the dual sensations of Hank’s c**k tunneling in and out of her mouth as Kyle rhythmically f**ked her, Lainie had spiraled into a place where she existed as a conduit for their pleasure. A different kind of pleasure, laced with feminine power.

The buzzing rush became dreamlike when Hank fingered her to another orgasm. She hadn’t remembered much after that, beyond collapsing onto the bed.

After showering, Lainie brushed her teeth and smoothed on lotion. Leaving her hair wrapped turban-style and a second bath towel tucked around her torso, she exited the bathroom in a cloud of steam. When she glanced up after digging through her suitcase, she noticed both Kyle and Hank were staring at her. Namely, staring at her ass. “What?”

“Darlin’, it’s a damn good thing that suitcase ain’t any lower on the floor. Or you’d be givin’ us a real good show,” Hank said.

“Not that we’d mind,” Kyle added with a grin.

Her cell phone rang. Flustered, she answered without checking the caller ID. “Hello?”

“Melanie?”

Ugh. “Hi, Mom.”

“How are you?”

Pissed off that you called Dusty. Pissed off that you insist on calling me Melanie. Just pissed off at you all around.

Not a good way to start the conversation, let alone the day. “I’m okay. How are you?”

“Oh, we’re fine.”

If Lainie didn’t cut to the chase her mother would drone on about the fabulous weather or the twins’ latest exploits, or her stupid dog. “So, to what do I owe the honor of this call?”

“I can’t call my own daughter to chat? To see how she’s doing?”

“I’m sure Dusty told you exactly how I was doing when you called him.”

Dramatic pause.

Lainie paced, waiting for Queen Sharlene to deign to speak.

“You’re upset.”

“Damn right I’m upset.”

“I don’t see why. I’m the one who put myself on the line with Dusty, getting him to see reason about you needing a vacation. You should know he refused to talk to me at first.”

“Pity it didn’t stick.”

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