“You’re so beautiful. So sexy. I could lap you up.” Colt scooted beneath her. He curled his hands around her ass and pulled her pussy to his mouth, so she was sitting on his face. He licked her folds and suckled her pussy lips and fucked her entrance with his tongue. When she was whimpering and grinding her hips, he latched onto her clit and sucked until she screamed. And while India was still coming down from her orgasm, Colt slid out and licked her again. From her piercing to the pucker of her ass.
He painted that sweet rosette with his saliva. When she mewled cries and thrust her hips back, he spread her ass cheeks with his hands and thrust his tongue into that tight hole. Over and over.
Licking. Sucking. Making her loose and ready.
She softly whispered, “Oh God.”
Colt kissed his way up the crack of her ass and her arched spine. His body covered hers and he pressed his forehead to her nape. “Your ass is mine. No condom. I want you to feel every inch of me sliding into you. I want you to feel me coming inside you.”
India made that mewling sound again.
He lubed up his fingers and scattered kisses across her shoulders as he prepared her. One finger. Then two scissoring inside her until she relaxed. Colt rolled her over on her back.
Her dark gaze stayed on his hand sliding up and down his hard cock as he applied lubrication.
“I’ll go slow. At first. But we’ll see how long it lasts once I’m buried balls deep in your tight ass. Let me see that pretty pink pucker.”
India brought her knees by her shoulders and closed her eyes.
“Huh-uh. I want you to watch me take you.”
She lifted her head the same time Colt put his hands under her ass and lifted her across his thighs.
Colt rubbed the wet head of his cock over that slippery rosette.
“Don’t clench.” He pushed until the tip popped in through the ring of muscle.
Her breath hitched.
“Let me in. Like that. Look at us, Indy. See how hot it is as I’m pushin’ inside you?” Colt watched as his cock slid into her ass completely.
India clenched around him.
When he looked at her, she wore a smirk. Very carefully, he lowered his body over hers, not moving his cock, until they were nose to nose. Colt angled his head and kissed her. Sweetly, at first, then with heat. He began to thrust. “Every part of you belongs to me now.”
She arched and canted her hips, pushing his shaft deeper as her pelvis sought contact with his.
Colt knew he wasn’t going to last. Indy’s ass would be sore no matter how hard or easy he fucked her, so his greedy male nature urged him to fuck her hard.
So he did.
She loved it.
He pounded into her relentlessly, losing his mind when the friction of their groins sent her into a screaming orgasm. Her cunt and anal muscles contracted around his cock. Four deep, hard pumps and her body sucked his orgasm right out of him, as he shot inside that tight gripping channel.
Colt collapsed on her, kissing her neck, her mouth. Letting his cock soften before he withdrew. “You okay?”
“Uh-huh.” She twined her fingers in his hair. “Colt? I like that you showed me your rough side.”
“Good. Because it’s early and that was just round one.”
Colt had been summoned to a Sunday night McKay family dinner and he’d insisted on bringing India along. Which was why India’s stomach was tied in knots as they pulled up to Carson and Carolyn’s house.
The queasiness pissed her off. Why did she feel like a kid from the wrong side of the tracks being invited to the popular kid’s birthday party?
She already knew Colt’s family. Correction, she was friendly with the women who’d married into the McKay family—AJ and Macie. She’d met Channing once or twice. Carolyn was a loyal Sky Blue customer. She’d done tattoo work on Keely. But as far as really knowing them? Hell no.
Colt squeezed her hand. “You okay?”
I’d be fucking peachy keen if I was sucking down a fuzzy navel right about now. “Yeah. Why?”
“I dunno you seem…tense. Unlike yourself.” His gaze moved from the high neckline of her long-sleeved blouse to the hem of her ankle-length suede skirt and red cowgirl boots.
“I’m fine. Just a little tired. You kept me up way too late last night.”
“Was that an objection?”
She flashed back to how thoroughly he’d claimed her, tamed her, proven to her his mastery over her body, proven he trusted her by showing her his dark, commanding, rough side without apology.
He’d fucked her, one way or another, eight times last night. Her belly churned for an entirely different reason than nerves, but from pure lust. “God, no. Not at all. Were you worried I didn’t enjoy it?”
“Maybe.” The ragged edge of his thumb rubbed across her knuckles. “I was rough. More than a little, and a lot out of control.”
“Are you ashamed?”
He shook his head. “I loved every second that you trusted me enough to let me lose control with you.”
“I do trust you, Colt. Besides, if I hadn’t liked it, I would’ve told you. I’m not exactly a shrinking violet.”
“And thank God for that.” He appeared to struggle with his next thoughts, so she jumped in and changed the subject.
“Dare I ask how many McKays are going to be in attendance?”
“Everyone in my immediate family. Ma decided to keep it simple.” He scowled. “I’m sure Skylar told you how hard it is keepin’ everyone straight with our extended family. And that ain’t counting the West side.”
India allowed a smirk. “Does that mean Blake isn’t going to be here?”
“Pity. I like him.”
At Colt’s half-snarl, India kissed the back of his hand. “You’re so easy.”
“Only when it comes to you, sugar. Lemme come around and help you out.”
After he’d opened the door, she said, “I’m capable of bailing out of this monster rig on my own.”
“I know. Maybe I wanna steal a kiss before we head into the lion’s den.”
“Oh. Good plan.”
He tugged her close enough she felt his heartbeat against her chest. His kiss was surprisingly tender and soothing; she hadn’t realized she’d needed pacifying.
The sound of footsteps on gravel, then a loud, “Eww, gross.”
Colt eased back from the kiss. Once India’s boots hit the ground, they faced the intruders.
Three boys. India recognized Kyler McKay and Thane McKay but not the last one with the same dark hair and blue eyes that ran in the McKay family.
“Uncle Colt, you were kissin’ India?” Kyler said in astonishment.
“Hi Kyler, hi Thane,” India said. “Who’s this?”
“This is my nephew, Gib McKay, Colby and Channing’s oldest boy. Gib, this is India.”
“India is your Aunt Skylar’s sister.”
“India also draws tattoos. Really cool ones. She has needles and ink and everything.” Kyler frowned and touched her arm. “Hey, how come you covered up your tattoos? That snake is so awesome.”
India resisted jerking her arm back.
“Good question,” Colt said.
She really resisted sticking her tongue out at him.
Kyler blurted, “Are you gonna get married? Like Uncle Kade and Aunt Skylar done?”
“Why? You thinkin’ of proposing to my girl if I don’t get on the ball?” Colt teased.
“No way! Girls are gross.”
“I’m sure your mothers wouldn’t appreciate that opinion. Or your Aunt Keely,” Colt said dryly.
Kyler shot a nervous look over his shoulder. “She’d kick our butts.”
Colt rubbed his palm up her arm when she shivered. “Let’s all go inside. It’s getting chilly out here.”
“We can’t go back in yet.”
Kyler sighed. “Grammy said we were bein’ too wild and riling up the babies, so she sent us outside to run off some energy.” He scrutinized Colt from his boots to his ballcap. “You wanna race to the end of the driveway?”
“Please?” Gib said.
“Please?” Thane added.
The knot in India’s stomach tightened. Please don’t make me walk in there by myself, Colt, please.
“Maybe in a bit.”
“That’s what all grownups say,” Kyler grumbled.
“Hey, I never say no to you guys.”
“But you promised you’d give us a chance to beat you.”
Kyler’s chest puffed up. “I’m faster than I was last time.”
Colt turned to her and winked. “Wait here. I’ll be right back.”
He faced his nephews. “Be prepared to get your butts whupped. On your mark. Get set—”
Gib jumped the gun.
Kyler took the lead, whooping and hollering, with Colt running in fourth place behind the boys, taunting them.
India tried to imagine Colt at that age. Surrounded by brothers and cousins. All boyish charm and athletic grace. Did he have an uncle who’d drop everything to race him?
Four shadows tore up the driveway. Colt lagged behind until the very end when he put on a last second burst of speed and beat them all.
His competitive streak evidently didn’t allow his nephews to win. But they didn’t mind. They were planning rematches, making big promises of defeat, and right then, India knew it wasn’t about competition but about anticipation. For the boys and their uncle.
“Don’t wander off, guys. Stay right in front of the house, you hear?”
Colt wasn’t even breathing hard when he grabbed her hand and led her up the porch steps. “You’re awful quiet.”
“I don’t talk all the time.”