Brim Over Boot (The Darling Brothers, #2)

by Emmy Sanders

“I don’t bristle,” I defend. “You bristle,” he says flatly. “You’re bristling right now.” I let my shoulders come down.

I did not just get a hate-boner over Noah King.

“Stop nibbling me,” he says, squirming. “Fuck, Noah. You can’t give me a boner on top of a horse. I’m not that depraved.” I huff a laugh, grazing my teeth over a tendon that has him moaning. “What I hear is that you like me biting you.”

“Congratulations, sweetheart,” my mom adds. “Does this mean you’ll be introducing us to the man who’s been leaving bite marks all over your neck?”

“Fuck, Colt. You moan the same way eating that sandwich as you do when I fuck you.” “Beg your fucking pardon?” I rasp.

I’ve got your name on my ass, and it isn’t enough, is it? Pretty sure if I let you, you’d have an honest-to-God bit in my mouth and a bridle wrapped around my neck.” I still, and Colton looks up slowly, eyes meeting mine. “No,” he says shortly. “You sure?” “Fucking positive. Hard pass.”