Colt rolled his sleeve back down. “She ain’t that expensive.”“Money’s relative when you don’t have any.” She sighed. “Look, I’d appreciate it if you didn’t say nothin’ about me’n Trevor havin’ to pass on Gus’s place. It’s hard enough to know we’re losin’ out, and havin’ the whole county gossiping about our financial troubles would just make it worse.”“Don’t worry, Chass, I can keep my mouth shut and I’d suggest you do the same.”“Meanin’ what?”“Keepin’ things to yourself is a damn fine way to get to keep the things you want to yourself, know what I mean?”No. She had no clue. Chassie half-wondered if he’d overheard her conversation with Keely earlier this morning about having both Trevor and Edgard in her bed and in her life.Colt did a curious thing. He leaned down and kissed the top of her head. “Sweet dreams, sweet little cuz. See you in the morning.” Then Colt re-crossed his arms over his chest and turned back to the window, gazing into the night.Feeling dismissed, Chassie cre
Dammit. She was such a sucker. “Fine. After you answer a question for me.”“Anything.”“Did you honestly believe I’d be that gullible? Just take the check and skip to the bank not questioning my sudden good fortune?”“Ah, actually, yeah, I had hoped that’d be the case.”A growl-like snarl escaped and she sidestepped him.“But I expected you’d at least hear me out and not be as stubborn as your daddy.”Chassie whirled, tired, angry, frustrated and ready to pop him one square in the mouth.Colt grinned at her. “Knew that one’d get your back up, Sassy Chassie.”Her old nickname brought a smile. “Funny, Colt the Dolt.”“Now that that’s out of the way, will you at least listen to me?”She sighed. “I suppose.”“First off. What I said wasn’t a complete lie. At one time Dag did send me money. I don’t recall how much. Coupla hundred bucks probably. Anyway, when I heard how badly you wanted Gus’s place, but couldn’t swing the down payment, I thought this was the least I could do to help you out
Trevor didn’t—couldn’t speak.“Hell, you ain’t mad, are you?” Edgard twisted the toe of his boot into a pile of snow.“Not mad. Just wonderin’ why you did it.” Wondering why Ed hasn’t said anything when they’d talked last night.“Time was running out. You were both preoccupied with family shit and I couldn’t stand it if we lost out on something important to all of us because of pride or fear or mixed signals. I waited until Chassie got home to discuss it because it’s her future too.”Trevor’s heart damn near danced out of his chest. Everything he’d ever wanted was within reach; he just had to grab it with both hands. He circled one arm around Chassie’s shoulder and the other around Ed’s. “Come on inside. Too damn cold out here.”In the kitchen, Chassie said, “Trev, what happened with your dad?”Trevor poured milk in Chassie’s favorite cup and put it in the microwave. “Pa’s fine.” He relayed the trip, detailing events even when he’d rather avoid discussing them.“Hope you didn’t have y
In celebration of his first year of sobriety, Colt McKay climbed on the back of a bull and rode for a full eight seconds.In celebration of his second year of sobriety, Colt McKay climbed in an airplane and parachuted out.In celebration of his third year of sobriety, Colt McKay had hoped to climb on a woman and end his self-imposed sexual abstinence of the previous thirty-six months.He imagined soft candlelight, soft kisses, a woman’s soft skin and a soft bed beneath him.At least that part of his fantasy had come true. Colt was in bed.He was even laying face down on a puffy tie-dyed quilt with a woman beside him. However, he was not basking in the afterglow of red-hot sex, rather, he was grimacing in pain from the sensation of a red-hot poker jabbing him in the butt for the millionth time.“Fuck. That hurts.”“Almost done. Two more quick stitches and you’ll be good to go,” Doctor Monroe trilled in that annoyingly chipper voice of hers.Go. Right. Where the hell was he supposed to
Do you want me to touch you like that? “I’m…” India blew out a frustrated breath. “Dammit, Colt. I’m sorry. So freakin’ sorry. I’m such a klutz. I didn’t mean to shoot you in the butt.”He merely stared at her.“What?”“You could kiss it and make it better.”“Funny. Does it hurt?”“Like you wouldn’t believe.”She winced. “I’m sorry.”“If you’re not gonna pucker up, I’d be grateful for some Motrin.”India leapt to her feet. “No problem.” She hustled to the nightstand for a glass of water and shook out two orange pills.“Here.”“Thanks.” Colt popped the pills and took a big drink. The second gulp left him sputtering and water droplets clung to the bristle on his cheeks.Without thinking, she wicked the moisture away with her fingers.“God. Your hands are so cold.”“Sorry.” India moved her hand but Colt caught her wrist.“Don’t stop. It feels good.”“It does?”“Yeah. My face is on fire.”When she stroked his face, from his forehead to his chin, he expelled a long sigh. India couldn’t tea
A beautiful woman was getting ready to visit her late husband's grave for the very last time. She had decided to move on with her life after a couple of years, despite her initial vow not to fall in love with anyone else after his death. She had loved him with the whole of her heart and soul, and she had clearly decided that even in death, she won't stop loving him.He’d given her everything she could have ever wanted. His love. His respect. Everything but the one thing she needed most, and it was something she could have never asked him for. She’d loved him too much to ever demand of him something he couldn’t give her.She shook away the heavy veil of sadness, determined to get through the day and on with her life. Her new life.She picked up the flowers, her favorite, and brought them to her nose, closing her eyes as she inhaled. They were what he always gave her. Every birthday. Every anniversary. Or any time just because. Today she’d place them on his grave and walk away. This ti
She took a deep breath and forged ahead. “I’ve found a place that specializes in . . . dominance. I need to know if it’s what I’m missing. If it’s always been what I’m missing. Maybe I’ll find the answer. Maybe I won’t. But I have to try. I have to know. And I couldn’t go without telling you. Without explaining that I never lacked for anything when we were married. I never doubted even for a moment that you loved me, and you would have given me the moon if I asked. But this . . . This I couldn’t ask you for. And right now I need something to fill the void. There’s a hole in my soul, Clement. One that I may never fill again. But right now I’d take even a bandage. Temporary solace, if you will. I just wanted you to know. I’ll be okay. I’m not going into a dangerous situation. I’ve made certain that I’ll be safe. And as painful as it is for me to say this, I’m finally letting you go. I’ve held on to you for too long now. I can’t do it anymore. Life is happening around me. Life goes on. T
“I’m not going blindly,” Sandra said gently. “It’s something I’ve given a lot of thought to. I’ve researched endlessly, which was what brought me to The House. I’ve toured the premises. I’ve been there during its busiest times. I know what to expect. And Damon has assured me that, especially for my first visit, I will be very carefully monitored.” They were interrupted when the waiter brought their entrées, but food was the last thing on the women’s minds now. Their plates sat in front of them untouched as their conversation continued. “I just wanted to know what it was like for you and Ken,” Sandra said softly. Again, pain glittered in Karla’s green eyes. She pushed her dark hair behind her ear in an effort to disguise her hesitation, but Sandra didn’t miss it and she wondered what the hell was going on with her friend. She seemed . . . unhappy. And maybe it had been there for a while now, but Sandra had been so self-absorbed that she hadn’t paid attention to the people around her.