“And where did that come from?”

“My cock or the condom?”

She laughed and took the condom packet from him, waving it back and forth. “This.”

“My pocket. I grabbed it out of the luggage earlier.”

“Aren’t you just so smart?” She tore the wrapper off and slid the condom over his cock, watching the way his eyes darkened as she grasped the base of his shaft when she applied the condom.

“I like your hands on me, Amelia. Now slide your hot pussy all over me and make us both come.”

She climbed over to straddle his thighs and inched down onto his cock, teasing both of them by taking her time. The heat and length of him felt like sweet, hot steel thickening within her. She dug her nails into his chest and he hissed.

“Yeah, baby, it’s that good for me, too.” He arched up, filling her with his delicious cock, causing goose bumps to spring up all over her skin. She scraped her nails along his chest, teasing his nipples with her fingertips.

Then she rocked back and forth against him, giving herself the friction she needed. He grasped her hips and dragged her forward, sending shots of pure pleasure through her. When she bent down to kiss him, he tangled his fingers in her hair, winding the strands around his hand to tug on it as he intensified the kiss.

It was all too much. She came with a strangled moan. In answer, he groaned against her lips, dug his fingers into her hips and drove into her, taking her climax to new heights as he thrust hard and fast into her as he came.

She lay there for a while, her body splayed over his in what felt like a drunken stupor. Flynn drew lazy circles over her back and buttocks and she was certain if they stayed like this all night long she’d be perfectly content.

But eventually she climbed off of him and they made their way to the bathroom. She stared at the sink and looked at him.

“We haven’t even unpacked yet. I need to brush my teeth.”

His lips curved into a sexy smile. “We were busy doing other things and I guess we forgot that part. I’ll go bring the luggage in.”

She turned around and rested her hip against the sink. “Okay.”

She felt blissfully relaxed. Considering how pent up and anxious she’d been this morning, she realized she’d had nothing to worry about.

This was going to be a great trip.

TWENTY-FIVE

One of Flynn’s favorite parts about being home was hanging out with his dad, his uncles and his brothers. At some point there would be a football game, typically started out in one of the fields, and always involving over-the-top boasting, a lot of bullshitting and occasionally a bet about who would win.

Flynn knew he was the best and had often proved it. Okay, his dad had been the best and no one ever disputed that. Dad wasn’t as young as he used to be, but he could still throw a damn football like he was a twenty-five-year-old, with his rocket arm and pinpoint accuracy. And not one of them would dare try to tackle him or you’d find yourself being assigned some heinous chore, like mucking out the horse barn. Definitely not worth it.

Amelia had wanted to get up early this morning, saying she had made plans with all the women to start cooking, which had suited Flynn just fine since he always enjoyed working out early in the day. He drank a large glass of orange juice, then left Amelia the keys to the SUV, gave her a kiss and set out on his run.

He never minded running at the gym or the team facility, but there was nothing like being home and having the freedom to roam the dirt roads of the Cassidy ranch. Dawn was just creeping up, the sun a hazy bright spot through the early morning fog that had blanketed the ranch overnight. The chill in the air felt good, especially when he quickened his pace. He didn’t mind the fog. He knew this land and every curve of the road. He’d run it with his brothers and his sister for years, so he knew when to make a turn. He could do this with his eyes closed.

It felt damn good to be home. No city sounds, no horns honking, no one huffing and puffing next to him on the treadmill. Just Flynn and his own thoughts. His thoughts right now were on home, family and burning off all the calories he was going to eat later today.

He grinned and dug in harder, watching the fog scatter across a green meadow. Yeah, this was his goal. Someday he’d own land like this. When he was retired and he didn’t play anymore, he’d raise his kids somewhere they could roam for miles and not be afraid of running into the street.

He’d loved his childhood, and he wanted the same thing for his kids.

His imaginary kids right now.

He made a left turn and took the back road toward the main house, slowing his pace when he got about a half mile out. The last quarter mile he did at a walk to get his heart rate back to normal. Barrett was sitting outside with a cup of coffee when he walked up the porch steps.

“Missed you on my run this morning.”

Barrett lifted a brow. “You must have gotten up later than I did. I did mine about four thirty.”

“Bullshit. You were sleeping at four thirty.”

Barrett took a sip of his coffee. “Guess you’ll never know, will you?”

Flynn laughed and went inside. Everyone was gathered in the kitchen, which was typical. He didn’t know how his mother handled cooking with a room full of people, but it never seemed to bother her. Then again, she usually put people to work if they were in there, so maybe that was all part of her plan.

Clever woman.

Amelia was busy at the stove flipping bacon. She lifted her head when he came over. He brushed his lips across hers and she smiled.