“Which would be a brilliant idea, except Colt and I aren’t having sex.”
Crap. “We’re dating, not sleeping together.”
Sky started laughing.
“It’s not funny.”
Her sister had to grip the counter she laughed so hard.
“I fail to see the humor in this.”
“You’ve managed to hold Colt off for almost two weeks?”
“Huh-uh. He’s held me off.”
“Oh. That’s even better.” Skylar wiped her eyes. “I figured you guys would last about two days with the no sex rule.”
India sniffed. “We aren’t animals. We can control our baser instincts.” Maybe. Kinda. Sorta. Not really. Okay, it was a f**king miracle they weren’t balling each other’s brains out at every opportunity. They definitely weren’t lacking in the passion and chemistry department.
Skylar looked thoughtful. “Do you want to make the leap from friends to lovers?”
“Like you wouldn’t believe. We’re good at the friendship part.
Actually, we’re great at it. Colt is my best friend. He’s been my best friend since six months after I met him. I trust him like no one else, I really like him, I can tell him anything and we have fun together.
He makes me laugh. He gets me. He doesn’t judge me. We have so much history…if we f**k this up, we lose so much more than I can even fathom. It’s sort of paralyzing me, to tell you the truth.”
“So don’t f**k it up. You’ve got the friendship part down solid.
Now it’s time to concentrate on the lover’s part. And in my experience the sex part is way easier.”
“You think so?”
“I know so.” Skylar grabbed India’s hands and pulled her to her feet. “Make the jump by jumping him. Do it now before you chicken out.”
India gave Skylar a quick hug. “Thanks, Sis.”
“I owed you one for giving me a kick in the ass about Kade a few years ago.” As India reached the back door, Skylar yelled, “But for God’s sake, don’t forget condoms.”
The universe f**king hated him.
At least it seemed as if the universe was conspiring to keep him from indulging in the most amazing sex in the history of the universe with the sexiest woman on the planet.
It was Saturday night. Two weeks had passed since he and India started dating. Technically, tonight could be the night.
So why wasn’t his lover here in his arms, basking in the afterglow of smoking hot sex?
Because she was mad as a wet cat.
All due to a misunderstanding.
All due to you being a total dickhead.
Okay. Maybe he had acted like a dick, threatening to take her keys if he ever heard she’d ridden her motorcycle like a bat out of hell again.
Granted, he probably shouldn’t have brought it up while she’d been at work. But that was the root of Colt’s other problem: India had been working on Blake West. Namely, Blake’s chest.
So maybe he’d gone a little psycho when he’d seen his shirtless cousin stretched out in the tattoo shop, with India bent over his naked torso, laughing. Maybe he shouldn’t have dragged her away and laid a tonsil-scratching kiss on her. Maybe he shouldn’t have demanded they end their two-week abstinence right then and there, with Blake in the other room.
Big mistake steering her in the backroom, where she had easy access to tools. Heavy tools. She’d thrown a wrench at his head, for Christsake.
Then she’d thrown him out of her tattoo studio.
He’d done everything right. Romanced her. He’d taken her out for dinner—sure, Dewey’s wasn’t on par with The Four Seasons.
He whisked her to a show—sure, the movie theater in Wheatland wasn’t a Broadway play. He’d taken her bowling. And to a rodeo.
He’d toed the line of just kissing her.
Mostly. The hot incident in the truck notwithstanding.
His showing off at the basketball game hadn’t turned out so well, yet…it’d given him a glimpse of India’s caring side. A side she showed to her sister, Kade, her nieces, and to Domini, but rarely to him.
Wrong. She showed it to you after she shot you in the ass with the nail gun.
Well, she should have.
What about all those times over the last few years when she arrived on your doorstep with chicken noodle soup, tissues and Vicks VapoRub? Or with movies? Or with “a little something” for your house? Or when she’s dropped everything to help you, even when you didn’t ask? Or how she just always knows when you need her around?
India showed him her thoughtfulness every time they were together. The fact she showed him her bitchy, violent side, made him feel…special, because she trusted him enough not to hide it.
Enough stewing. Enough supposing. Buck up and act like a man. In other words…grovel.
He dug out his cell phone and called her.
She answered on the first ring. “I was just about to—”
“Let me say my piece first and then you’ll get your chance.”
And then Colt couldn’t think of a damn thing to say. Dammit.
He used to be considered charming. What’d happened to his silver tongue? Or had he been delusional and the booze was responsible for his sweet-talking ability?
“Colt? I’m waiting.”
“Sorry I acted like a jerk.”
“You deserve better from me.”
“I was an ass**le, especially in front of Blake.”
“Yes, you were.”
“I saw your hands on him and I…”
“All I could think about was I wanted your hands on me like that. I wanted to make it crystal f**kin’ clear to him that you’d never ever put your hands on him like that in private. Never.
Because that privilege was all mine.”
“I tattoo people for a living, Colt. I’m going to have my hands on a lot of men. On some interesting places on men.”
“I don’t think it would’ve bothered me if it’d been anyone besides him.”
India sighed. “Well, your message to your cousin couldn’t have been clearer. I half expected you to whip out your dick and pee on me as you snarled at him and marked your territory.”
“Jesus.” Colt winced. “I’m sorry. Really sorry, India. You have to believe me.”
“I know you are. And as long as we’re apologizing, I’m sorry I threw the wrench at you.”