I then went to my hair appointment, the mall for some lingerie, and then back to Haggard’s place.
I found him standing on the porch steps.
Glaring hard at him, I got out of his truck—which I hadn’t asked to borrow—and started stomping my way toward the front door.
He eyed the bags of clothes, then looked at me with a curious expression on his face.
“Where’re the leftovers?” he growled, eyes squinty.
I tilted my head and reached into my purse. “You mean these?”
His eyes narrowed on the box that I’d been carrying around with me all day.
They were still cold.
But barely.
Haggard opened his mouth, then closed it, seemingly at a loss for words. “I don’t even know what to say right now.”
I threw the container at him. “You pissed me off when I made it especially for you last night, and you didn’t eat it. I spent hours on it!”
His eyes narrowed, then he tossed the container onto the swing that was gently swaying in the breeze next to where he was standing.
Seconds after that, he had me over his shoulder and he was carrying me inside.
Two steps into the house, with the door still wide ass open, he set me down onto my feet, backed me up against the wall, then allowed his fingers to slide up the length of my thigh until he reached my butt.
My bare butt.
He growled when he felt the thong there.
“Yet another fuckin’ outfit that drove me crazy for years,” he hissed.
Then he was kissing me, and I was kissing him, and he was taking out his frustrations with me on a kiss.
I gasped when I was all but hoisted up against the wall.
“Haggard,” I gasped.
“Yo, are we going to start this grill up or what?” I heard called.
Shine.
“Think that we’re on our own for a while,” I heard said.
Price.
“Why is that?” Amusement laced Tide’s voice.
But it was Bram who said, “Because Sophia just got home, after pissing him off all day. Trust me when I say, they’ll be a while. We should start the grill in about twenty minutes. The smell of food might draw them out…or make them hurry up at least.”
“What are they…” I meant to finish with ‘talking about’ but then I realized that they all knew exactly what was about to happen in the house.
Based on the look in Haggard’s eyes as he trailed his finger along the lace of my thong, I knew what was about to happen as well.
I licked my lips, my eyes going to the kitchen beyond where he had me pinned against the wall, then back to him.
He grinned and dropped his mouth to my throat, trailing his lips up the length before he came to a stop right around my ear.
“Nervous?” he rasped.
I shivered at the sound of excitement in his voice.
At it being so public? At doing this in a place where anyone could walk in at any second?
“Your dress will hide everything,” he rumbled.
Then he started to pull my thong to the side, and his fingers trailed over my hot center.
“Been thinking about fucking that attitude out of you all day,” he rasped, his voice making tingles twitter down my spine. “Thinking about how you’d look with your mouth full of my cock. How nice it would be to see you stuffed full of me, eyes leaking tears, and an apology in your head as I used that mouth…”
I squirmed as he slowly penetrated my pussy with two thick fingers.
Already, with just those two digits, I felt full.
“I…” I paused when he curled his fingers, making me close my eyes in reaction. “I was thinking about coming back here and punching you in the mouth. I don’t think we’re on the same wavelength.”
He laughed against my skin, the dark rumble making stars dance behind my eyes.
“You’re evil,” I said as he started to fuck me with his fingers. “Pure evil.”
He nipped my jaw with his teeth and said, “Reach into my pocket for a condom.”
“Pocket?” I asked. “My, my, my. Prepared, are we?”
“When I’m around you? Always.” He answered. “Next week you’ll go on birth control.”
Next week I wouldn’t.
“Sorry,” I apologized, leaning forward and pressing my lips against the throbbing pulse on his neck. “No can do. That stuff makes you fat.”
He growled. “That stuff also means I can be inside of you bare.”
I licked his throat before pulling back completely. “We’ll see.”
He pulled his fingers out and brought them to his mouth, licking them clean before saying, “Get the fucking condom.”
He squeezed my ass with the hand that was holding me aloft, and I reached into his front pocket and pulled out a condom.
“Unzip me,” he demanded.
I did, waiting for him to tell me to pull his cock out before I made any move to do so.
He didn’t disappoint.
Seconds later, he shifted me so that I could reach his pants, then said in a carefully forceful voice, “Take me out.”