Herd That (The Valentine Boys 1)

Then again, there were quite a few places in this old house that sounded like that.

When Darby came barreling down the hall in the morning, I swore that one day he would just fall straight through and disappear into the ground.

“Why are you being so sneaky?” Codie’s husky voice came from the bed.

I grinned and walked over to her less ‘sneaky’ than before, tossing the covers back and sliding inside before righting them over the top of me.

Then I moved until my body was placed firmly against hers.

“Shit!” she cried out with a shiver. “What the hell did you go do? Bathe in ice water?”

I grinned against her neck, loving how warm she was.

“I took off my clothes and went to get cleaned up for the night. I forgot how cold the bathroom was,” I explained.

She shivered again. “Well, let’s not ever do that again. Jesus, my nipples are hard now.”

I snorted out a laugh, then went to investigate said nipples.

“They are pretty hard,” I said as I ran my face over the t-shirt that was doing a damn good job at keeping them covered despite me trying to make it different.

She pushed my head away from her body and started to giggle.

“Let me take it off already,” she teased, sounding less and less tired as the time passed.

I moved away with the utmost reluctance and allowed her to have her space. But only for the length of time that it took her to strip the shirt off her small frame and toss it somewhere at the end of the bed.

When she returned to my arms, her bare breasts were pressed up against me, and I had the sudden urge to roll her over and rip the panties straight from her body.

“You’re looking at me like I’m breakfast,” she said quietly.

I licked my lips, then sat up slightly until her mouth was inches from mine. “Just a midnight snack, maybe.”

Then I kissed her.

Long and hard, slow and sweet.

Our tongues tangled, and I stroked hers like I was playing with her clit and not her tongue, teasing and coaxing.

“You’re killing me,” she informed me. “I don’t know what it is about you, but every single time I think you can’t make me want you more, you go and do something like that.”

I grinned at her words, then lifted up and rolled, causing her to squeak in surprise.

“Remember that there is a houseful of men,” I told her as I slowly started to descend her body. “I don’t want them hearing all those nasty words coming out of your mouth.”

She froze as I pressed a kiss against her bare stomach.

“You’re pulling down the covers,” she teased as I bit her belly lightly just under her belly button.

I took more care this time as I started to descend, pausing slightly half on, half off the bed when I got to the apex of her thighs.

Allowing my mouth to drag over her panty-clad pussy, I inhaled deeply, practically orgasming at just the scent of her.

She smelled sweet and hot, just like I liked it.

I couldn’t help it.

I bit her.

She squealed and pushed my face away from her playfully, but before she could do much more than laugh, I was back, this time taking her panties off with my teeth.

“These are really expensive underwear,” she said breathlessly. “I paid fourteen dollars for them at Walmart. They came with a set of socks and everything.”

I barely contained the grin that threatened to burst over my face but managed to get my amusement back under control when I got her panties off of her hips and halfway down her thighs.

By the time that I had them around her feet, she was squirming.

“You’re killing me softly,” she said with laughter tinging her voice. “And now I can’t help but sing that song in my head.”

“What song?” I asked as I pressed a kiss to the inside of her knee.

“Killing me Softly,” she repeated. “I’ll play it for you after.”

“After what?” I pressed a kiss to the inside of her thigh this time.

“After you’re done with what you’re doing,” she answered. “If I can remember, that is. I have a feeling you’re about to render me unable to process anything.”

I skimmed my nose up over her slit, loving that she was mostly bare down there.

I had a feeling she was right.

The next five minutes went exactly where I wanted them to go. I had her begging and pleading just by running my tongue along her slit.

God, she was so hot and wet.

And she tasted so fucking good I knew that this wouldn’t be the last time today that I’d taste her.

I’d give her an hour or two at least.

“Would you stop teasing me and do me already?” she whispered, her breath coming out in small pants. “I’m dying over here, and you’re enjoying every second.”