Crazy Sexy Love (Dirty Dicks 1)

“You better get out of here before I drag you back to this bed.”

“We do have six years of make-up sex coming our way.”

He grins. “I like the way you think.”

“I’ll talk to you soon.” I press my lips to his one last time and walk out through Coop’s house. I reach for the handle at the same time the front door flies open.

Coop nearly rams into me, and then smiles like the Cheshire cat. “Hey, Mo.”

“Coop.” Cheeks flushed, I duck my head and try to step around him, only to have him step in front of me.

“Your shirt is on backwards.”

What? I reach for my neck and look down at my shirt. Liar. I scowl. “I hate you.”

“No, you don’t.”

“Yes, I do. Now move so I can go.”

“Not until you tell me what you were doing here.”

“She was doing me, asshole.” Rhett’s voice, thick and warm, floats down the hall, and I turn around. He’s not wearing a shirt, and his body is a sight to behold. His broad chest tapers to a trim waist—his abs cut to perfection with that chiseled V everyone loves to dream about. His light gray sweats once again hang low on his hips, and his bare feet pad against the floor as he walks toward me.

What is it about a barefoot man that’s so damn sexy?

“You’re drooling,” Coop whispers.

I elbow him in the side, and he lets out a soft oomph.

“Your brother is harassing me,” I pout, reaching for Rhett because I can, and that’s a damn good feeling.

Coop smiles as Rhett pulls me against his chest. “About damn time.” He claps Rhett on the shoulder as he walks by. “But if I hear you two bumping uglies, I’ll send you back to Houston.”

Back to Houston.

Coop may as well have thrown a bucket of ice water in my face. What happens when Rhett goes back to Houston? Because he will inevitably go back. He has to. That’s where he trains. He has a house there, for crying out loud.

“I’ve gotta go.” I wave to Coop, kiss Rhett one last time, and walk out of the house.

I climb into my truck and drive home on autopilot, trying to figure out how all of this is going to work, how I’m going to fit into the equation. Do I fit into the equation? What is the equation? Rhett and I talked about moving forward, but I don’t know what’s going through his head. Does he mean while he’s here or long term, because there’s a huge difference, and I’m not sure how I feel about him going back and me staying here. We’ll be a couple of hours apart, which isn’t bad, but I won’t be able to commute to see him, not with taking care of Animal Haven and my dad.

The high I felt just minutes ago deflates, and by the time I pull into my driveway, I feel about the same as I did when I left—only with a tingle between my thighs, and I choose to focus on that for now.

It’s all I can do.

Monroe

“Hey, Ruby,” I say softly, running my hand down her back. Her chest moves up and down as she breathes, but Ruby makes no attempt to open her eyes and acknowledge me.

She’s sleeping more and more in her old age and I know my time with her is limited which is why I soak up as much of it as I can.

“I love you, sweet girl.” I place a kiss on top of her head, my lips lingering for a few extra beats before I pull back.

Ruby opens one eye and looks at me as though to say I love you too. Then she looks around the room, probably hoping to see Rhett.

“Sorry, Rhett left earlier for a physical therapy appointment.”

Rhett and I spent three hours on the phone last night after I left Coop’s house. Much to my surprise, he was once again waiting for me at Animal Haven when I arrived this morning. He had an easy smile on his face and I noticed that a lot of the tension I had been carrying around with me was gone.