51. Reese

I can understand why Skyler doesn’t like to talk to his family about his personal life.

Even when they’re skirting the topic, they scrape him raw.

I thought I was the only one being bossed around by well-meaning relatives. Apparently, we both live under our family’s thumb. How anyone can look at Skyler, who has his shit together, and think he needs advice, unsolicited advice, is beyond me.

He’s a grown ass man, and he knows what he’s doing.

Sitting next to him, I’m getting worked up on his behalf.

Or maybe it’s on my own behalf.

Skyler’s hand slides over mine. He bends down to murmur in my ear. “Watch the claws, Kitty.”

Wincing, I release my death grip on his thigh. “Sorry.”

I whisper.

He puts his lips near my ear again, breath sending shivers down my spine. “I kind of like your claws.”

Nobody is paying much attention to us. Cliff is telling Mitch about a bar in town where they have an annual frozen dead guy race. The festival is going on all weekend, so naturally, Mitch wants to go. Immediately.

The three of them stand. Uncle Don pauses, looking at us. “You two coming?”

“Nah.”

Skyler’s hand slides across my thigh. “I think we’ll head back to Boulder.”

“It’s too late to drive back tonight. You should take the guest room.”

Skyler laughs. “It’s too late to drive home, but not too late to go to the dead guy bar?”

Uncle Don grins. His smile is an uncanny echo of Skyler’s. “Exactly.”

“It is a tricky drive at night.”

Cliff adds. “You’re better off taking those passes in the morning.”

Mitch climbs out of the tub, shivering in the mountain air. “I’ve already claimed the couch.”

Skyler looks at me, and I shrug. He stands, offering me his hand. “Alright, we’ll stay.”

He turns back to me. “Did you want to go to the dead guy bar?”

I wrinkle my nose and he grins. “You guys go on ahead without us.”

Skyler lets me borrow his soft Henley, and I step into the bathroom to hang up my wet underwear.

Coming back, I find Skyler sprawled out across the bed in just his boxers, flipping through an architectural digest he found on the nightstand. He looks up as I approach, gaze immediately heating up.

“You know what’s even better than you in my shirt?”

I let him tug me onto the bed. “What?”

“You in my shirt with no panties on.”

He hops up to lock the door, leaving no question as to what his intentions are. He prowls back, stopping at the foot of the bed, and I scramble upright, sitting against the headboard. God, he’s impressive.

A solid foot taller than me, the wingspan of those arms alone is longer than my entire height. He’s no gym rat, not polished or hairless. But I like the way his soft chest hair feels under my palms, and I like his natural, lanky muscle.

He tilts his head. “Spread your legs, baby. I liked when you did that for me.”

I bend my knees and open my thighs, but his shirt dips between my legs.

He bites his lip and meets my shy gaze. “Wider.”

I spread my legs as far as I’m capable, opening up for him. The shirt rides up, and he groans with approval. “Good girl.”

His cock is a hard ridge, pressing against his boxers. He climbs onto the bed, stalking towards me on all fours. He slides onto his belly between my legs, and I reach out to touch his shoulders.

Kissing the inside of my thigh, he hitches my legs up on his shoulders. “I’ve been hard for you since the damn tiki bar.”

I suck in a little breath when his lips move to my apex. “I thought we took care of that last night.”

“My hand and your body are not comparable.”

He slides two fingers inside, pushing deep when he feels how slick I am. “So wet. So fucking tight. God, I love your pussy.”

His fingers drive up against my inner wall and my hips buck. I whimper, covering my mouth to muffle the sound.

“You can be as loud as you want, babe. Nobody’s here but you and me.”

Pulling my hand down, he slides his hand across my hip. “I want to hear you moan.”

“Then you better give me more than a pair of fingers.”

He squeezes a third finger in, and I dig my fingers into his shoulders, groaning.

“How’s that, baby?”

I tug at him. “Your cock. My pussy. Now.”

He’s not the only one who’s been jonesing all day.