“Right. Of course. No. There’s nothing else.”
“You okay?” Buck asked after closing the door behind them, Jagger, and Press.
“I was thinking about Irish and your sister.”
“I was too,” he said, stroking his beard.
“You were right.”
“About?”
“A relationship between them being inappropriate.”
“Interesting,” he murmured, putting his arms around my waist. “And here, I was thinking the opposite.”
I looked into his eyes. “You were?”
“Flynn has the sweetest soul of anyone I’ve ever known.”
“All the more reason for her to steer clear of Irish.”
“I disagree. If anyone can make him see his way out of the darkness, it’s her.”
I wriggled out of Buck’s arms, took him by hand, and led him into the bedroom.
“You know, I can’t think when you do that,” he said as I unfastened the buttons on one of the flannel shirts I’d bought in Gunnison.
“I say we stop thinking for tonight.”
“Oh, yeah. Now you’re talking,” he said when I added my bra to the shirt I’d already tossed on the floor.
It wasn’t a secret to anyone that I wasn’t a morning person, particularly to Buck, who opened his eyes right before I crept out of the bedroom.
“What are you doing?”
“I didn’t want to wake you.”
“Then, let’s go back to sleep.”
“You go back to sleep. There are some things I want to look into.”
I wasn’t much beyond the threshold when a naked Buck wrapped his arms around me, tossed me over his shoulder, and carried me back into the bedroom. “There is only one reason for either of us to be up this early, and that’s if my cock is in your pussy.”
“God, your voice…it’s like it speaks directly to my clit.”
He set me on the bed and pulled off the thong I’d just put on. “Arms up,” he said, pulling his t-shirt over my head.
I scooted up on the bed and rested my head against the pillow.
“Like what you see?” Buck asked as my gaze traveled the length of him.
I shook my head.
“You don’t?” he asked with wide eyes.
“Nope. I love it. I love you, Buck.”
“If I could hear you tell me you love me every day for the rest of my life, I’d die a happy man.”