Page 105 of Colt

And as much as I felt like I’d cheated on Colt that night, by God, he made me come so hard.

Maybe it was the guilt factor.

Since then, on the rare occasion he was home from the military, and I caught a glimpse, I blushed as red as a raspberry martini, just like now, for instance.

I watched as Donovan clapped his brother’s back, listening as Tadhg said something in his ear. Slowly, Donny’s head swiveled around the room, landed on me, kept going, and then immediately flicked back to rest on my face.

He grinned. All white teeth and gleaming blue eyes.

Immediately, Donovan O’Shea put me in mind of the big bad wolf, whereas I was innocent little Red Riding Hood with ruby underwear in my overnight bag to prove it.

My nipples tingled.

I think Donny knew this from ten paces away because he grinned bigger.

Then my pussy tingled.

Fuck!

Tadhg turned, holding a tray laden with coffee and snacks, and both brothers approached in perfect step with each other. The younger O’Shea was a beautiful man, tall, dark, and muscular but in a lean, sinewy way.

However, Donovan had the muscle, the swagger, and the burning eyes that disintegrated my panties from ten feet away. He was hot in a confident, almost uncaring way.

God only knew how I did it, but I held Donovan’s stare until he stopped next to the table, towering above me.

“Gorgeous,” he rumbled, eyes sweeping down my legs. “Help Daddy out and move chairs for me.”

Instead of pulling my top off and waving it around my head while singing ‘Come and get me Donovan O’Shea,’ my forehead furrowed. “Why?”

His lips tipped up. “I need to watch the door. What if a mad gunman bursts in and starts shootin’? I need to protect you.”

I sighed again before getting to my feet and parking my ass in the chair he held for me. I’d grown up around military men and, therefore, was privy to their obsessions about being able to observe the room.

Once he had me settled, Donny took a seat, leaned back, stretched his legs out, and manspread his ass, making sure he positioned himself where I couldn’t help noticing the big bulge of his cock.

I cocked an eyebrow.

He smirked. “So, Freya Stone. Tell me somethin’. How the fuck did you grow up to look like that, and I didn’t notice? Did that pa of yours lock you in an ivory tower so no man could bring his cock close?”

Tadhg pushed my coffee across the table, leaning forward to hear my reply.

I swirled my index finger around the rim of the mug. “By the time I graduated high school, you’d already left for the military. Then, I went to college and med school. Maybe we kept missing each other.”

“Med school,” he murmured, looking distinctly impressed. “Beauty and brains. How’s that goin’ for ya?”

I shrugged. “Pretty well, seeing as I just graduated.”

His impressed expression turned to shock. “You’re too young.”

“I’m twenty-five,” I confirmed. “And I studied hard.”

His sexy, slow grin spread across his face again. “Don’t tell me. You graduated top of your class.”

I grinned back. “In the top two percent in the country and fourteen months early.”

“Damn!” he muttered, eye-fucking me into next week. “Go out with me.”

“Can’t,” I murmured. “I’m seeing someone.”

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