Stitch’s enthusiasm, it bothered the crap out of him that neither the man nor his girlfriend had acknowledged London.
Paige pushed her way between them and offered her hand, while keeping a proprietary hand on Stitch. “Hi. I’m Paige. We’re happy you could stop by our party.”
“We appreciate the invite.”
Paige glanced at London, then refocused on Sutton. “I’m sure London has told you all about us, but we had no idea she’d met someone new.”
Sutton smiled at London. “Don’t know where you got the impression that London and I just met. I’ve known her for three years. We reconnected when I asked her to work with my horse, since she’d trained him at Grade A Farms.” He brought their joined hands up and kissed the back of her hand. “And what a reconnection it’s been.”
London let her secret smile speak for her.
“Good to see you, London,” Stitch said politely. “You’re looking well.”
“Thanks, Stitch.”
Then Stitch launched into a barrage of questions that normally would’ve amused Sutton, but he was just so damn distracted by the woman by his side. The scent of her. The tiny taste of her still lingering on his tongue. The bonfire had nothing on the heat that rolled off her body. Then she started feathering her thumb across the inside of his wrist. Back and forth. Pressing into the vein to feel his pulse, teasing the sensitive spots as if it was his cock.
Enough. He wanted the real thing.
When Stitch took a breath, Sutton bent his head to whisper. “Let’s go.”
“We haven’t been here ten minutes.”
“I can be inside you in under ten minutes,” he countered with a silken growl.
“We just wanted to drop in and say thanks for the party invite,” London announced to Stitch and Paige, “but we’ve gotta get.”
Sutton didn’t bother masking his grin.
“But you just got here!” Stitch protested. “You haven’t even had a beer yet.”
“Thanks for your hospitality, but maybe next time. Nice meeting you.”
“Maybe we’ll see you at the fireworks?” Stitch said hopefully.
Sutton glanced into London’s heavy-lidded eyes. “We’ll be far too busy making our own fireworks to care about someone else’s, won’t we darlin’?”
“Yeah, baby, we will.” She reached up and touched his cheek. “I missed you last night.”
Looking into her eyes, Sutton knew none of this was for show—this moment, although played out in front of dozens—belonged only to them. “Same here. Let’s go.”
Chapter Nine
London felt Sutton’s hot breath on the back of her neck as she fumbled with the key to unlock the camper. She closed her eyes, trying to calm down because this was it, this was where all the sexual teasing and banter had led to...being naked with Sutton Grant.
Holy fucking shit was she ready for this?
“London?”
“I’m sorry. I’m shaking so hard I can’t get the key in the lock.”
“Let me.” He didn’t grab the key, he just curled his body around hers, steadying her, making his hand an extension of hers. Metal clicked and the door popped open. He pressed a kiss below her ear and murmured, “After you.”
She shuddered at the deep timbre of his rough and sexy voice.
“Should I be concerned about your hesitation?”
“No. Just stop whispering in my ear. It’s distracting me.”
“Mmm. Sweet thang, I’m gonna have so much fun telling you every dirty little thing I plan to do to you.” He made a half growl against the side of her throat. “Then doing it.” He sank his teeth into her skin and growled again. “At least twice.”
That prompted her to take that first step inside. The door slammed behind them.
Sutton kept his hands on her shoulders as she led him to the bedroom. She’d cleaned off her bed but it hadn’t improved the area much. Suddenly, she worried this might not be the best idea.
Then that liquid sex voice melted into her ear again. “Stop.”
“What?”
“Whatever negative thoughts that’re keeping
Paige pushed her way between them and offered her hand, while keeping a proprietary hand on Stitch. “Hi. I’m Paige. We’re happy you could stop by our party.”
“We appreciate the invite.”
Paige glanced at London, then refocused on Sutton. “I’m sure London has told you all about us, but we had no idea she’d met someone new.”
Sutton smiled at London. “Don’t know where you got the impression that London and I just met. I’ve known her for three years. We reconnected when I asked her to work with my horse, since she’d trained him at Grade A Farms.” He brought their joined hands up and kissed the back of her hand. “And what a reconnection it’s been.”
London let her secret smile speak for her.
“Good to see you, London,” Stitch said politely. “You’re looking well.”
“Thanks, Stitch.”
Then Stitch launched into a barrage of questions that normally would’ve amused Sutton, but he was just so damn distracted by the woman by his side. The scent of her. The tiny taste of her still lingering on his tongue. The bonfire had nothing on the heat that rolled off her body. Then she started feathering her thumb across the inside of his wrist. Back and forth. Pressing into the vein to feel his pulse, teasing the sensitive spots as if it was his cock.
Enough. He wanted the real thing.
When Stitch took a breath, Sutton bent his head to whisper. “Let’s go.”
“We haven’t been here ten minutes.”
“I can be inside you in under ten minutes,” he countered with a silken growl.
“We just wanted to drop in and say thanks for the party invite,” London announced to Stitch and Paige, “but we’ve gotta get.”
Sutton didn’t bother masking his grin.
“But you just got here!” Stitch protested. “You haven’t even had a beer yet.”
“Thanks for your hospitality, but maybe next time. Nice meeting you.”
“Maybe we’ll see you at the fireworks?” Stitch said hopefully.
Sutton glanced into London’s heavy-lidded eyes. “We’ll be far too busy making our own fireworks to care about someone else’s, won’t we darlin’?”
“Yeah, baby, we will.” She reached up and touched his cheek. “I missed you last night.”
Looking into her eyes, Sutton knew none of this was for show—this moment, although played out in front of dozens—belonged only to them. “Same here. Let’s go.”
Chapter Nine
London felt Sutton’s hot breath on the back of her neck as she fumbled with the key to unlock the camper. She closed her eyes, trying to calm down because this was it, this was where all the sexual teasing and banter had led to...being naked with Sutton Grant.
Holy fucking shit was she ready for this?
“London?”
“I’m sorry. I’m shaking so hard I can’t get the key in the lock.”
“Let me.” He didn’t grab the key, he just curled his body around hers, steadying her, making his hand an extension of hers. Metal clicked and the door popped open. He pressed a kiss below her ear and murmured, “After you.”
She shuddered at the deep timbre of his rough and sexy voice.
“Should I be concerned about your hesitation?”
“No. Just stop whispering in my ear. It’s distracting me.”
“Mmm. Sweet thang, I’m gonna have so much fun telling you every dirty little thing I plan to do to you.” He made a half growl against the side of her throat. “Then doing it.” He sank his teeth into her skin and growled again. “At least twice.”
That prompted her to take that first step inside. The door slammed behind them.
Sutton kept his hands on her shoulders as she led him to the bedroom. She’d cleaned off her bed but it hadn’t improved the area much. Suddenly, she worried this might not be the best idea.
Then that liquid sex voice melted into her ear again. “Stop.”
“What?”
“Whatever negative thoughts that’re keeping
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