“Well, gimme a sec.”

“No. You take too damn long. And I’m starving.” He grabbed her ass in both his hands and lifted her up.

“Oh, shit! Wait a minute!”

But he didn’t, bringing her body down smack dab on his face. His tongue swiped across her already moist pussy, teasing her clit, and she grabbed onto the headboard for support.

He explored her like he hadn’t already done so many times before. And he groaned like she had her hands on him, when in fact she held onto that headboard for dear life.

So many men in her past and none of them made her feel like Nik the Hillbilly Cat did.

As his expert tongue flicked her into another one of those powerful orgasms, she wondered how she would ever walk away from him.

But she’d have to, wouldn’t she? He wasn’t hers to keep.

***

The fact that she purred when she came, really did just make his goddamn day. He could listen to that sound every day, over and over. Add in that he made her make that sound, and he could easily see himself spending the rest of his life trapped between her thighs one way or another.

He’d never thought like that before. Not about anybody. He wouldn’t allow himself. But the old man did have a point. A girl like Angelina did only come around once in a lifetime.

“God, Nik,” she growled as she grinded herself against his face. “Goddammit!”

Her body shook as she came in his mouth. Her legs tightening around his head. He lapped at her gently until she settled into soft groans. Once she stopped shaking, he carefully pulled her off and swung her into his arms as he slid off the bed.

“Now I’m ready to face the day.”

“Where are we going,” she whispered in his ear, apparently too wrung out to argue with him about anything.

“Shower.”

“I just took a shower.”

“Well, now you’re gonna get fucked in one, Sugar.” He rubbed his chin against the top of her head. “Besides, I think it’s time for you to have a little breakfast, too.”

Her arm tightened around his neck, “Good. Cause I’m starving.”

***

“Angie!”

Angie’s eyes snapped open again. Christ, she kept falling asleep at the kitchen table.

“Here, lazy bones. Drink this.” He put a hot cup of coffee in front of her. If she didn’t know where it would lead, she’d kiss him.

“Thanks.”

“No problem.”

She watched him out of the one eye she could open. He’d only put on a pair of old jeans that he didn’t bother zipping all the way up. No shoes on those big feet and no shirt.

She closed her eyes again. No one had a right to be that good looking. Absolutely no one.

“You still want breakfast or you want some lunch instead?”

“Whatever’s fast. Now I’m really starving.”

He chuckled, “Yeah. Me, too. But good fuckin’ will do that to ya.”

Interesting how when she used that word randomly, Nik looked at her like she was a serial killer. But when discussing the actual act, the man couldn’t use the word enough.

Weird hillbilly rules.

He opened his refrigerator and seemed to be debating the pros and cons of its contents. She knew he couldn’t find her staring at his ass unless she wanted to end up face down over the table, so she glanced at the French doors, only to see two faces staring back at her.

Both pouting.

She slid out of her chair and walked over, pushing the doors open.

“What’s wrong?”

“Look what your boyfriend did to us.”

She would have punched Ban in the face for that one, but he turned and she saw the fang marks on the back of his neck.

“Oh, honey!” Angie raised herself up on her toes to get a better look. “We need to put something on that.”

“You should see what he did to Alek’s leg.”

“What are you two doing here,” Nik barked from behind her.

“Be nice.” Grabbing an arm from both, she pulled the brothers into the house. “You guys sit down, I’ll see what I can find.”

***

“I should have killed you two last night.”

Ban glanced at Alek. “Is it me, little brother. Or does big brother look well-fucked this early afternoon?”

“I’d have to say he sure does, big brother. Mighty well-fucked.”

“If you two don’t get your butts outta here…”

“What? And have your girlfriend all upset?”

“She’s not my girlfriend.”

“So, she’s fair game then?”

Nik answered Ban by slapping him on the back of his neck, right across his still-healing wounds. Ban responded by jumping out of his chair, fangs bared and ready to fight.

“That’s it! You two cut the bullshit out right now!” Angie glided back into the kitchen carrying a first-aid kit from the bathroom. But when neither brother acknowledged her, Angie growled low, “Don’t make me get the balls.”

Ban flinched.

“Now sit the fuck down, Ban, before I get angry.” Nik smiled until she turned on him. “And weren’t you doing something?”

Boy, she could be real cranky when she hadn’t gotten her coffee.

***

Angie couldn’t believe how busy she’d been all afternoon. Once she wrapped up both Alek and Ban’s wounds—and Nik had thrown them out of the house—she spent the rest of the afternoon making calls. Well, after Nik bent her over the living room couch and fucked her until she saw stars.