8
COLT
“What time is it?”
Lacey’s voice had me turning.
The storm had cleared out after an hour, as quickly as it blew in. In its wake, everything was wet, the air cooler and the sky crystal clear. I was in the open grassy area between the cabin and the lake practicing with my rope, enjoying the view, the quiet.
Hell, I was enjoying the lingering feelings of f*****g the woman of our dreams. When I’d pushed Lacey into her third orgasm—with my d**k deep inside her—I’d gone over with her. The pleasure had been too great to hold off and I’d come on a growl, my mind going blank and there was no question I went blind for a minute or so.
Lacey was perfect. In bed. There was no doubt the three of us shared intense, amazing chemistry. But that wasn’t all I wanted her for. She wasn’t a buckle
