Standing His Ground: Greer (Porter Brothers Trilogy 2)

“Nope. I need to save my strength. I plan to take Holly there tonight, so you need to sleep in your own bed. Okay?”

Logan nodded. “I wouldn’t want her to miss the ride.”

“Boy, I plan on giving her a ride she’ll never forget. Watch this.” He snickered, pointing the hose at Dustin’s back and dousing him.

His brother turned, giving him a glare. “That new nozzle is working fine.”

Greer gave Dustin a look. “Sorry!” he yelled out. “I’m not, really,” he said to Logan.

“Will I be able to do that when I get older?” His eyes were bright with expectations.

Greer knew what he was referring to. “No, but I can’t color like you.”

“I like drawing,” he admitted.

“Then you should. Just, next time, don’t take off like when you saw the puppy. Show me or your pa, so we can help you figure it out.”

“Okay,” Logan agreed.

When Holly bent down to tear a board away, he shot her in the ass, reminding himself to put her ass in the plus category.

Her startled scream had both Greer and his nephew nudging each other, laughing hysterically.

“Can I do it?” Logan begged.

Greer handed him the water hose. “Go for it.”

33

Kentuckygirl: Where are you?

Sharpshooter: Outside making sure the fire is out. I shouldn’t be much longer. You on the computer?

Kentuckygirl: Yes.

Sharpshooter: In bed?

Kentuckygirl: Yes.

Sharpshooter: Get your cell phone out and play the video of me fucking you.

Kentucky: No!

Sharpshooter: Do it. Tell me when you start it.

Kentuckygirl: I started it.

Sharpshooter: Touch your clit.

Sharpshooter: You doing it?

Kentuckygirl: Yes.

Sharpshooter: Now, rub it.

Kentuckygirl: I am.

Sharpshooter: Feel good?

Kentuckygirl: Yes.

Sharpshooter: Are you wet?

Kentuckygirl: Come here and find out for yourself.

Holly barely had time to move her computer before Greer dropped down onto the bed. Arching, she dropped her phone to her side as his mouth took over for her hand.

Groaning, she ground her head down into the pillow. The man went down on her the way he kissed, as if he had never tasted a woman before.

“You weren’t only watching the fire die out,” she chided him, smelling the aroma coming off him.

He blew another puff on her, sending her senses reeling and making her even wetter.

“Now I see why you talked Logan into spending the night with Tate.”

“Damn right. I need to make love to my wife before she decides to tear down the house.”

“After Rachel told me about you and Tate, you’re lucky I didn’t blow it up. How could you raise boys and not cherish them every day?”

Greer lovingly lashed his tongue against her clit, arousing the desire she hadn’t been able to raise herself. He rhythmically flicked it before dipping into her center while rolling her clit between two fingers.

Burying his face, he drove his tongue higher as if he was searching, trying to suck the flavor from a piece of honeysuckle.

Parting her, he spread her wide so he could drag his tongue down the crease between the lips of her pussy before sliding back inside of her, this time hitting the sweet spot he had grazed before.

Her throbbing pussy convulsed in a climax that had her seeing spots behind her closed lids.

Nibbling down her thigh, Greer rested his chin on her raised knee.

“You’re amazing. You know that, don’t you?” Awestruck, she ran her fingers over his chest.

Staring solemnly down at her, he traced the scar that would forever mark her. “My childhood was a storm I had to get past so I could find you. If Tate hadn’t died and I hadn’t been so scared about being out there that night, I might not have known when it happened to Rachel. It was the lowest point of my life, and the happiest. I had Tate back, and I found you. Everything was meant to be exactly how it happened.”

“We were meant to be, but do you think you would have married Diane if I hadn’t changed that icon?”

“No.” He kissed her stomach, nibbling his way to her breast, delicately kissing one as if he was afraid of hurting her. Exquisitely sucking a nipple into his mouth, he then told her, “You won’t be seeing her around again. I heard she’s moved away. I heard at the diner that her landlord threw her out. Seems she must have developed an interest in the occult. She spent the week we got married in Gatlinburg. Jessie complained about odor while she was gone, and she couldn’t take it anymore, so she called their landlord. He threw Diane out once she came back.”

“I won’t be missing seeing her around town.”

“Me, either.”

“I bet Luke is upset.”

“Yeah, he’s all broken up about it.”

“Thank you for not going after Asher.”

His serious expression had her casting any doubts that Greer had taken revenge on Asher for stealing his pot. Greer hadn’t left her side after she had come out of surgery. Besides that, he had promised not to lay a hand on them.