Semua Bab Satisfying Her Darkest Fantasies: Bab 1031 - Bab 1040

Her skin had warmed the metal. He traced the tiny ring with the very tip of his tongue, then drew the beaded nipple into his mouth.With his each rhythmic suck, she dug her fingernails deeper into his skin.As Colt kept nuzzling her breasts, kissing a line up her bared throat, using his teeth and his tongue and his lips, somehow one of India’s hands had moved to his groin.His breath stalled and he groaned.She took that as a positive sign and she went from rubbing the length of his shaft, to curling her fingers around the base and stroking upward.The softness of the fleece beneath the heated grip of her palm felt good, too damn good, because it’d been too damn long since he’d experienced a woman’s touch. She had to stop.Colt attempted to knock her hand free, but she’d latched onto his hip with her other hand and held him in place.That tingling sensation started and his balls tightened.No, no, no, no. Too soon. He couldn’t blow this fast. He couldn’t embarrass himself by shooting

“It’s an added bonus if your breasts are sensitive. Especially if you have a lover who knows what he’s doing. Who understands your balance point between pleasure and pain.”“I’ve never had a lover give me what I really want.” She looked away.India waited, hoping Domini would say something else. When she didn’t, India let it drop. “Are we ready?”“I am.”They opted to drive to the community center. Upon seeing all the trucks and cars spilling out into the street and filling up the parking lot of St. Winifred’s Catholic Church, they figured they might’ve been better off walking.The band had set up in the back. Tables along the near wall were piled with cookies and bars; on the far wall the tables were crammed with auction items.Nadia waved and Domini headed to the table. India hung back, her eyes scanning the crowd for a familiar face.No, for the familiar face.Lots of dark-haired men, but not the one she was looking for.She bulled her way through the crowd, smiling at the folks sh

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to run off.”“But you did.” Pause. “What were you doing in that closet?”Crap. They were so busted.“Because someone told me they saw you and that tattooed woman sneaking in there together.”That tattooed woman.“Who told you that?”“About half a dozen different people. Are you denying it?”“Who’s to say those people might’ve been mistaken about what they’d seen, or what they thought they’d seen?” he countered.Not exactly a lie on Colt’s part.“Tell me the truth. Were you in there alone?”The tension crackled through the wooden door slats and India held her breath.“No.”“That’s what I thought. You were in there with her. When you were supposed to be on a date with me. People warned me about you, ‘Don’t go out with Colt McKay, he’s a womanizer and a player of the worst sort’ but did I listen to them? No.”India’s stomach churned.“Did you honestly believe no one would see you taking her into a supply closet for a quickie? Are you that much of a sex maniac?Good

“That’s your first mistake. Never show ’em fear.” Colt gave Eliza a smacking kiss on her cheek and she giggled. “You wanna color at the table while Auntie Indy and me feed your sisters?”“Yay!”He looked at India over Eliza’s head. “The coloring books are…?”“All over the floor in the living room. There’s some on the stairs I think.”Colt swung Eliza around for a piggyback to the living room and she squealed with delight.India tried to put Shannie in her high chair, but Shannie arched her back and held tighter to the big hoop earrings in India’s ear. The kid was part crow; mesmerized by shiny objects. India took out two jars of pureed green beans and two jars of carrots and put them in a shallow pan of water already on the stove.“Okay, Eliza, here you go. Your colors and your favorite ‘My Little Pony’ coloring book. Make me something purty as you.”India turned and Colt was right there. In her face. Close enough to kiss.He cringed when he saw Shannie’s death grip. “Holy crap—”“Hol

“I might’ve been a drunk, Indy, but I ain’t never been blind to the fact you’re all woman.”“Sweet-talkin’ cowboy. There’s been no one since.”“No one? Not even a one-nighter?”“Nope. To be crude, I’ve been getting off with BOB, my battery operated boyfriend, or my own hand.” She gave him the same questioning look he’d given her. “What about you?”“I’m well acquainted with my own hand.”“Been dating Rosy Palm, have you?”He laughed. “Exclusively.”“But I’m talking about when it comes to sex with a person.You’ve made no bones about the fact you were a serious horndog with a bad reputation before you had a drinking problem.”“I was. I didn’t particularly care which woman I ended up fucking at the end of the night, just as long as I got laid. Just as long as I satisfied her to the point she’d tell every other chick in four counties what a stud Colt McKay was, so I wouldn’t have to work at all to coax any woman I wanted into my bed.”“Whoa.”“Yeah. And it worked. For years. Might sound c