Bounty (Colorado Mountain 7)

She collapsed on his chest when he just started coming down, her hair all over—his shoulders, in his face, down his arms—and he didn’t shift any of it away.

He just folded his arms around her and worked to even his breath after watching and feeling her riding his dick to her own orgasm before she gave the same to him.

When he was almost there, he murmured, “Kiss, gypsy.”

She pulled her face out of his neck, lifted and gave him her mouth.

He took it, long and wet, the taste of Justice sweet, then broke the kiss and twisted a hand in her hair, using it to shove her face back in his neck.

“Weird, life,” she whispered there. “Asshole strangles me, I get you. Too bad he’s dead. I’d thank him before I kicked him in the nuts.”

Deke’s fingers fisted in her hair as he blinked at her ceiling.

Shit, they needed to stop fucking and start chatting if she thought what happened was why he’d changed his mind about where they were at.

It was, in a way.

But it wasn’t, because he’d been into her since the beginning.

The very beginning.

In other words, Wyoming.

And she needed to know that.

He gathered her hair at her neck and was about to suggest they clean up and have that chat when her phone rang.

She lifted up slightly, reached out still connected to him, and dragged her purse from the nightstand to the bed. He turned his head and watched her dig in, pull her phone out and look at it.

She then looked to him.

“Joss,” she stated and took the fucking call.

Her mother was calling and she was taking that call while his dick was still hard inside her.

Fuck, his gypsy.

Deke felt his lips twitch.

“Yo, Joss,” she greeted.

He watched her face turn confused, she ordered, “Hey, I’m not getting this. Talk slower,” then he felt her whole body tense, her cunt included, and he stifled a grunt at how good that felt.

Her eyes cut to him and she lifted up still straddling him, hair hanging down more tangled than before, some of it over her chest, covering her tits, but he could see nipple peeking through.

Fuck, he had to get her off his cock or he’d be hard again and fucking her while she was talking to her mother.

Deke put his hands to her hips and gave them a squeeze. She looked at him, got the message and swung off to settle in a hip, legs curved beside her, hand in the bed holding her up, but her eyes stayed on him.

“Joss knows about Bianca,” she mouthed.

Deke nodded, knifed up, moved in to touch his lips to the slight bite mark he’d made with his teeth the first time he came inside her and he did that with his lips curled.

That mark was not going to go away. He’d renew it every time he needed to renew it. She was taking him everywhere for as long as this was working between them.

On that decision, he rolled out of bed, dealt with the condom and strolled back.

She was staring at his dick, and as he climbed back into bed with her and she lost visual, she looked up to his eyes and smirked, indicating she liked what he saw.

He bent in and kissed her between her tits.

She slid her fingers in his hair but had trouble keeping them there when he pulled away, fell to his back and yanked her on him so she was resting on his chest.

One of his hands went to her ass, the other one reached for the covers, pulling them up to their waists.

“Yeah, Joss, you let me talk a sec,” she said quickly, “I’d tell you I know. I hired an investigator after what happened and he reported all this to us this morning.” A pause then, “Us being me and Deke.” Another pause, her attention came to him and she said, “We’re not talking about that now.”

He grinned.

She watched him do it, her eyes got lazy and totally fucking sexy.

Deke rolled into her, taking her to her back so he was on her.

She lifted a hand to his jaw and rubbed her thumb into his beard.

He’d never had a woman do that.

It felt nice, sweet, affectionate.

Jussy.

“Because he’s here, right now, and I’d rather not share the Deke and me getting together story while Deke and me are together.” Her eyes, dancing with humor, locked on his as she finished, “He might get embarrassed when I share how talented he is with…um, everything.”

“I won’t get embarrassed,” he told her, still grinning.

She shifted her thumb to over his lips, saying into the phone, “Yes, Joss, I told you he’s right here.” A pause then, “Yeah, that’d be good.” Another pause before, “I’m not watching. I don’t want to know. But I need to call Mr. T.” A few moments and then, “Right. Yeah. This is weird. Crazy and weird, but I can’t deal with that right now. My investigator is still on it and we hope we’ll have more information tomorrow.” Silence and, “Joss, I don’t know. I haven’t talked to her in ages. I’m trying not to get freaked in the middle of a lot of pretty freaky shit. Help me with that, would you?”

She focused on Deke and shook her head slightly, listening, before she kept going.

“Yes, that help would be us not hashing this all out when we have no clue what’s happening, all that hashing out doing nothing but totally flipping me out. And if this is happening, I need to call Mr. T. He needs to be briefed about this new shit. So I gotta go.” Pause then, “Yeah, love you too. My love to Rod. I’ll talk to you when I know more.” Pause, “Right, later, ’bye.”

She disconnected and tossed her phone to the bed.

Then she declared, “Apparently news leaked Bianca was involved in some way in a murder. Her folks are famous. It’s all over the entertainment news and is hitting the real news too. That’s how Joss found out.”