Page 20 of Take My Kiss
Amelia
“Walk me to the truck,”Delilah tells me once she says her goodbyes to Colton and the kids.
“Sure.” I bring Lily with me since she’s falling asleep on my shoulder. She’s normally so active that I never get a minute to sit, but she didn’t sleep well last night or during the drive up here.
“Don’t hesitate to text or call me, okay? Day or night. I’ll keep you updated too, but I need to know that y’all are safe, so make sure to check in with us.”
She wraps me in a hug as best she can with Lily in between us.
“I will, promise.”
She hovers near my ear and lowers her voice. “By the way, I snuck some condoms in your toiletry bag.”
I pull back. “What? Why?”
Her eyes lock with mine. “You’re hot, he’s hot. Why not take advantage of the situation and get dicked down while you’re here?”
“What the hell are you talkin’ ’bout?” I whisper-hiss so I don’t startle Lily.
She crosses her arms, looking amused. “Raven told me y’all hooked up on our weddin’ night.”
My mouth pops open. “That little snitch!”
She nearly doubled over with laughter when I told her they were taking me to Willow Branch Mountain, but had I known it was Colton he was talking about, I could’ve mentally prepared myself before we arrived.
“I’m glad she did, or I would’ve almost bought that little act of yours in there. Pretendin’ you didn’t remember his name or meetin’ him. You’re evil!”
“Oh my God…” I groan, mentally slapping myself on the forehead. “Do you think he knows I’m lyin’?”
“Girl, please. Even Wilder could tell somethin’ was up, and he’s clueless about everythin’.” She snickers. “And don’t think I didn’t see you droolin’ over him in a towel.”
Well, that’s fucking great.
“Not that I blame ya. His arm sleeve and nipple piercings are sexy. But don’t tell Wilder I said that!” I’m tempted to laugh at that since Wilder’s also an attractive man.
But honestly, his answering the door half-naked caught me off guard. I purposely blocked the image of his body out of my mind so I could leave our one-night stand behind.
“Now what do I do?”
“You either come clean or double down on havin’ afoggymemory.”
“There’s no way he’s not gonna bring it up, eventually. Maybe I can plead temporary insanity?”
She leans against the truck door. “Was it bad or somethin’? Is that why you’re actin’ like he was forgettable?”
I wish that were the issue.
Memories of sliding my tongue over his nipple piercings send a phantom ache between my thighs. Never realized I’d be into that, but on him, I couldn’t help myself. Not just one,but two barbells. And the way he moaned when I did it had me doing it more than once.
His tongue piercing is new, though. It was impossible not to notice him flicking it and licking his bottom lip like a mousetrap tempting me to take the bait.
But sober me knows better than to let a six-foot-plus tatted, pierced man lure me to my death.
“Not at all. I mean, I hadn’t slept with anyone in years before him, so the expectations were low, but it was…he was…good. N-no complaints.” He folded me like a pretzel, hit my G-spot over and over, then had me coming like I never have before.
My cheeks heat when she cracks up at me stumbling over my words.
“So what’s the issue, then?”
