Fragile Hearts (Poplar Falls #4) - Amber Kelly Page 0,38

winds her arms around my shoulders and laces her fingers into my hair.

All the despair and loneliness of the last few years melt away, and all that matters at this moment is the feel of the woman in my arms and the glide of our tongues wrestling as we fight to get as close as possible to each other.

I break from the kiss and drop my forehead to hers. The intoxicating smell of tequila surrounds us as our breaths intermingle. I glide my hand up and move it across the pulse throbbing at her throat. Then, I bring my lips to the spot and lay a soft kiss there. She closes her eyes, and her head falls back to give me better access to her neck. I slide my tongue down to her collarbone, tasting the sweet saltiness of her glistening skin. She moans slightly as I suck at the hollow spot just where her throat meets the top of her chest, and her breathing grows ragged.

She releases my hair and runs her hands down my back and around to my sides. Gripping the hem of my tee, she pulls it up, and her hands roam my chest. Her fingers tug slightly at the hair she finds there before her nails score lightly down my abs. My mouth moves from the base of her throat, lower, lavishing attention just above her breast. My cock grows painfully hard between us, and I raise my hips from the step to nestle it into her heat.

She gasps and presses down heavy on me.

I groan.

She wiggles her hips a little, and I dig my fingers into her ass as I try to keep myself from rocketing off the steps and laying her out on the damn dirty porch.

She buries her face into my neck and whispers, “Brandt.”

“Yes, baby?” I manage to respond.

“I need to talk to Elle,” is her peculiar reply.

“Right now?” I ask.

She nods into my neck, and I move my hand up to the space between her shoulder blades and hold her to me.

“Okay, I can take you to Elle,” I tell her.

She lifts her head and brings her face close to mine. Our lips almost touching, she says, “Girl code.”

“Girl code?” I ask.

“Girl code,” she repeats.

Then, she presses another sweet, long kiss to my mouth before she starts to shift, and I groan again as I help her stand.

She extends her hand to me, and I take it as I come off the step.

“Are you okay to drive?” she asks.

“Yep, completely sober now,” I say as I adjust myself, and she giggles.

I gather the bottle as she goes inside and starts to turn off all the lights.

We lock up, and then I drive her to Rustic Peak. She texts as I drive, and when we pull into the gate, Elle and Walker are sitting on the swing, waiting for us to arrive.

Walker stands and kisses Elle’s cheek before descending the steps and opening the door for Bellamy.

She looks back at me as she scoots out. “I had a really good day with you, Doc.”

“I had a good day with you too.”

She smiles and then slides out. She walks to join Elle on the swing.

Walker is still standing with the passenger door open, and he looks in at me.

“Wanna go for a beer?” he asks.

“Sure.”

I don’t even get the word out before he swings up into the seat and shuts the door.

“I know the perfect spot,” he says, and I throw the truck in gear.

Bellamy

“Well?” Elle asks as we sit and swing.

“Um, I …” I start and then stop again. Trying to figure out how to explain what happened between Brandt and me.

I turn to face her and just blurt it all out, “I finally talked to Derrick this afternoon. I thought maybe he was sorry and we could talk like adults, but the jackass just kept trying to justify himself. While he was talking, I realized that I didn’t even like him very much. He’s handsome in a buttoned-up kind of way, but I think I was just lonely in Chicago. He was nice, but I didn’t quiver when we kissed. Does that make sense? Anyway, I told him exactly what I thought of him before hanging up on him and blocking his number. I was so pissed at that point that I took a hammer to Brandt’s house.”

“A hammer?” she interrupts.

“Yeah.” I roll my eyes as I continue, “I wanted the sledgehammer, but Brandt didn’t think I could lift it,