Kissin' Tell (Rough Riders 13)

He could go for hours in the morning, so a quick rise to orgasm caught him off guard. He released a soft snarl as jets of hot come shot out of his dick. White spots, black dots all danced behind his eyelids, and he kept up the rapid rhythm until he felt dizzy and realized he’d been holding his breath.

That’s when he also realized he hadn’t worn a condom.

Falling onto his hands, he sucked in air and didn’t bother to try and stay the trembling in his limbs. “Dammit, Georgia, I’m sorry. I forgot a condom.”

“It’s okay. I’m on the pill, so we’re protected.”

“Thank God.”

He pushed back to his knees and gently rolled her over, knowing she hadn’t come yet. Running his palms up the outside of her legs, he stopped to span the sexy curve of her hips. Then he moved his hands up her belly, molding her compact ribcage, squeezing those plump tits and cupping her slim shoulders. “So perfectly beautiful. Everywhere.”

“I’m not dreaming?”

“No. But bein’ able to touch you like this, anytime I want? Is a dream come true for me.”

Georgia wreathed her arms around his neck. “Are you always such a sweet talker at the butt crack of dawn?”

“I could learn to be. If we did this every morning to start the day out right.” He shoved his c**k in deep on the first stroke.

“Yes.” She arched. “I love that you’re still hard. Even after you come.”

“You do it to me. I can’t get enough of you.”

“Good. Because I’m so close. Don’t slow down.” She moaned when he angled his pelvis, brushing over her clit.

Tell buried his face in her throat. “It’s there, baby. I can feel your pu**y tightening around my cock.” He panted as he rammed into her hard, bottoming out with each thrust. “Take it.”

Georgia’s body arched so much he could only see the tip of her chin as she unraveled. Her nails were digging into his ass so deeply he knew he’d bear gouges on his butt cheeks.

That’s when he fused his mouth to hers and lost himself in the taste of her kiss. That’s when Tell knew he’d do anything to keep her.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Hello, walk of shame.

With her mother in the house.

But worth it. So worth it.

Georgia tiptoed up the stairs, noticing the door to the guest bedroom was closed. She stripped and crawled between the sheets, drifting to sleep with a smile on her face.

She woke up three hours later and brewed a pot of coffee to chase away her lethargy. Tempting to laze in the sun like a contented cat today. But since she hadn’t spent time with her mother yesterday, she wanted to do something fun today.

Fun. Tell McKay was definitely rubbing off on her.

As she crossed the foyer to get the newspaper, she heard a loud thump in the guest bedroom. She glanced at the clock. Strange that her early-bird mother wasn’t up at nine o’clock. Maybe she was sick.

Georgia scaled the stairs, pausing outside the door. She heard more thumps. “Mom? Are you all right?” She opened the door and froze upon seeing her father’s bare back and naked butt bouncing as he nailed her mother from behind.

“Omigod! What are you doing?” As if it wasn’t obvious.

Her mother shrieked and her parents collapsed on the bed, her father valiantly yanking the covers over them.

That was the last thing Georgia had ever expected to see. Or wanted to see, quite frankly.

“Georgia, it’s—”

“None of my business and I’m…” Running like hell. She slammed the door, racing downstairs and outside.

The sky was blue, the grass was green, the sun was yellow. Nope, she hadn’t somehow wandered into another dimension.

Good. God. She’d walked in on her parents having sex. Her divorced parents. Robert and Irina Hotchkiss hated each other. Didn’t they?

There’d be hell to pay if she lost her deposit because her amorous parents—for the love of God—had put dents in the Sheetrock from the headboard banging into the wall.

How long had this been going on? And what did it mean?

Georgia had no idea how long she sat curled up in the swing, random thoughts bouncing in her head. She jumped when the screen door creaked.

“Georgia?”

“There’s coffee in the kitchen.”

“Look, about what you—”

She held up her hand. “I don’t ever wanna talk about it. Ever. Or think about it. Ever. I’m sorta hoping the sun will fry my retinas and burn out the images no child should ever see.”

“You’re being ridiculous,” her mother chided. “It’s not the first time your father and I have had sex since we divorced.”

“Omigod, Mom. I don’t need to know that!”

“What? That I still like sex? Or that I still like sex with Robert—”

“Stop talking! Stop talking right now.” Georgia stuck her fingers in her ears and said, “La la la I can’t hear you,” just in case her mother kept blathering on.

There was some maturity.

That sent her mother stomping off, and she slammed the back door.

That wasn’t exactly mature either.

She should’ve stayed with Tell until he finished chores. Then she wouldn’t have known her parents were some sort of f**k buddies.

Fuck buddies.

Her parents.

She’d laugh if she didn’t feel like crying, yelling and hiding—all at the same time.

“Are you done with your snit?” her mother asked with that imperious Russian inflection.

“Maybe.”

Metal scraped across the cement and her mother parked herself in front of the swing so Georgia couldn’t escape. “I’m sorry you walked in on us.”

“Not as sorry as I am,” she muttered.

“For heaven’s sake, you’re a little old to be traumatized by this! Especially since chances are high you and Tell McKay were doing the exact same thing last night.”

Do not blush. “But you didn’t have to see it, did you? And what am I supposed to think? Are you and Dad getting back together?”

Her mother looked shocked by the question.

Or was that guilt because she was just using her ex-husband for sex?

“The truth is I don’t know what happens next. Robert and I…have issues. Too many, it seems. And then when I see him again, it’s like those issues disappear.”

Good Lord. Was she talking about…lust?

“That’s why when I left him I had to move far away. Because when we’re in those intimate moments, everything else fades into the background. Then reality sets in and I…”