Colters Leagacy 01.5 - Colters Wife

then he moved one of his hands between her legs. His fingers found her clit and began stroking the quivering flesh. She gave up on making him suffer and picked up her pace.
    Her knees dug into his sides as her body tightened. Every muscle strained, reaching, begging for release. Her breath tore out of her lungs like fire.
    Ryan surged upward and let out a cry as he came. A few seconds later, her orgasm followed.
    He caught her as she slumped forward. Gently, he eased her to his side, curling his arms around her as he held her close. They both heaved for breath as their hearts beat erratically in the aftermath.
    He kissed her hair, stroking a hand down her back as she shuddered with aftershocks.
    “Did I hurt you?” he asked against her ear.
    She shook her head and nuzzled closer to him.
    “Adam and Ethan are going to kick my ass over this,” he said wryly.
    She smiled and pulled away to look at him. “No, they won’t. I don’t plan on giving them the opportunity.”
    “Uh oh.”
    “Don’t you worry about your brothers,” she said. “I have plans for them.”

Colters' Wife
    Chapter Two
    Holly didn’t miss the suspicious stares of Adam and Ethan when she reappeared in the kitchen at lunchtime. The questioning glances turned to scowls when Ryan strode in behind her, a satisfied smile curving his lips.
    They continued to frown at him for the entire meal until finally Ryan excused himself, mumbling something about checking the horses. Holly smiled and looked down so the others wouldn’t see her reaction.
    “I’m going to go take a shower,” Ethan muttered as he put away his plate.
    Adam continued to pick at his food, staring over at Holly every once in a while. She waited until Ethan had been gone for a few minutes before casually putting away her own plate.
    She avoided Adam’s stare and headed toward the bathroom.
    The mirrors weren’t fogged when she slipped in. The sound of the shower echoed in the large bathroom, and she could feel the chill from the spray clear across the room. She suppressed a chuckle. A cold shower wouldn’t do Ethan any good once he stepped out and found her naked and waiting.
    She shimmied out of her clothing and tossed the pants and shirt aside. The water turned off then Ethan stepped out of the shower, reaching for a towel on the rack. He still hadn’t seen her, and she capitalized on the surprise angle.
    Noiselessly, she closed the distance between them and reached her hand out to caress his ass. He tensed as her arm snaked around his hips, dipping to his groin.
    His cock swelled in her hand, and she smiled.
    He groaned softly. “You’re not playing fair, doll.”
    She pressed a kiss to the center of his back, nibbling a path up his spine. “Neither are you.”
    He shuddered against her lips then turned around to face her, holding the towel over his groin. He cupped her face with one hand and bent to kiss her. She knew it for what it was. A brush-off.
    To hell with that.
    She yanked the towel away and cupped his erection in her hands, boldly sliding her fingers over the length.
    She leveled a stern look at him. “I’ll give you the same two choices I offered Ryan. You can give in like a good boy or suffer the wrath of a hormonal pregnant woman.”
    He sucked in his breath and held it then let it out with a curse. “I knew that asshole caved.”
    She grinned wickedly. “Just like you’re going to.”
    He arched an eyebrow then his expression softened. “Doll, I don’t want to hurt you or our baby. You’re tired. Worn out. No way I’m placing more demands on you. I can wait.”
    She rose up on tiptoe and kissed him. “But I can’t.”
    He stared down at her, indecision wrinkling his brow. Then she went for the kill.
    “Please.”
    He closed his eyes, and she knew she’d won. Manipulative? Probably. But she wasn’t going to waste time feeling guilty when the three of them were harboring misplaced fears about hurting her.
    He pulled her into his arms, kissing her deeply. She moaned as she melted into his body. She needed this. Wanted it. Craved it.
    “I’m not fucking you on the bathroom counter again,” he muttered as he gently picked her up.
    She giggled as he carried her into the bedroom.
    ***
    Holly stepped outside the kitchen door and closed her eyes as the breeze blew over her. She felt invigorated. The fatigue that had hung so heavy over her in the last weeks had dissipated and in its stead, a refreshed energy had taken hold. She felt lighter,