Can't Touch This (Can't Touch This #1)

“Something very important just came up,” he whispered, arching his hips into me. Something hard poked me. “Are you ready to take care of it now or will you give me an even worse case of blue balls?”

“Take care of what?” I looked over my shoulder, blinking innocently.

Rupert and Polly drifted into the background as they fell back into conversation, leaving us in our own private lust bubble.

“This.” Ryder pushed up, prodding my ass again.

I shivered. “Oh that?” I purred. “I think I can guess what that is.”

“You think, Einstein?”

“Do you know Einstein holds a very special place in my heart now.”

“What on earth for?”

“Because he was there when you kissed me the first time. You pushed me against his nose.”

His forehead furrowed. “Whose nose?”

“Einstein’s.”

“Why the hell, and how the hell, could I kiss you while on Einstein’s nose?”

“At laser strike. It was a glow-in-the-dark artwork in the tent.”

Ryder laughed. “If you think I remember anything about that place, you have a higher opinion of me than I deserve.” His voice dropped as he cupped my chin with beer cool fingers. “From the moment we stepped inside that acid trip all I could think about was shoving you against a wall and shooting you with a different weapon than the one intended.”

“Is that the weapon I feel currently?”

He winked. “You guessed it.”

“In that case, I do agree something important came up. I heard it’s bad to store live ammunition for too long.”

“You read my mind, woman.”

Nuzzling my throat, his arms tensed around me as he helped me to my feet. Keeping my body in front of his, to hide the fact he had a giant erection, we ambled toward the bifolds leading toward the house.

Rupert and Polly were chatting in a mixture of chuckles and murmurs but of course, we didn’t get away scot-free.

“Gonna bang, huh?” Rupe laughed.

Ryder froze, looking over his shoulder. “You always did have a dirty mind. We’re off to get some more supplies.”

“Not the way you’re walking you’re not.” Rupert snickered. “Unless you smuggled a sausage down your shorts from the BBQ.” He glanced at Vesper unapologetically. “Better serve my little brother, Vessie. He so needs your magic touch.”

The fact he’d used the nickname that only Polly had used up till now seemed to annoy Ryder. He growled, “Back off.”

Grabbing my wrist, Ry dragged me over the threshold and into the shady lounge. The relief on my eyes from the hot sun was immediate.

I instantly felt guilty for leaving Polly.

Untangling myself from his hold, I said, “Wait just a sec.” Darting back to the deck, I met Polly’s eyes. “You’ll be okay, right? I’ll only be five minutes. I don’t see any donkey moments happening in that time.”

Polly laughed out loud. “Yeah, I’m good. Go be a cowgirl on that very eager pony.”

Striding back out, Ryder did his best to rearrange his unavoidable condition. “Why are we talking about ponies and donkeys?”

“No reason.” I bit my lip, snickering with Polly.