Page 82 of Going Solo (The Brent Boys #2)

Chapter Forty-Six

I woke to huffing and snorting and opened one eye.

“Good morning, Genevieve,” I said, reaching a hand up to scratch under her chin. The air was cold against my skin, and the breeze was making the curtains billow. I snuggled deeper under the quilts.

“You’re up,” Cole said, padding in from the kitchen wearing nothing but underpants, a mug of steaming-hot tea in each hand. He bent over to kiss me and deposited my tea on the bedside table. “Good morning, beautiful.”

“Are you talking to me or Genevieve?”

Cole laughed. “Both?” He threw a leg over me, straddling me, and reached over to put his tea down on his side of the bed. “OK, girl, time to go. I’ll see you this afternoon.” Genevieve huffed and kicked her head back. “Good girl.” Cole edged forward up the bed to close the windows, his crotch resting on my chin. My arms were trapped under the blankets, but I felt playful, so I buried my face in his junk and showered it with kisses.

“No, don’t wake him up,” Cole said. “We have half an hour, at most, before the girls come running in here.” He shuffled back down the bed and leaned over me so I was pinned by his knees and his elbows. “They’ll have heard the chopper bring us in last night. They’ll be bugging Juney to come over by now.”

“We can achieve a lot in half an hour,” I said, winking mischievously.

Cole smiled and leaned back, releasing my arms from their quilt cocoon. He stretched out the lean muscles of his body, giving me a show.

“You want to touch this?” he said, with a cheeky grin.

“Please,” I said, putting my hands against his neatly clipped chest. I could feel his heart beating beneath my palm.

“It’s yours,” he said. “I am all yours.”

I ran my hands down his stomach to his waist and held his hips.

“Forever?”

“Forever.”

I reached up, threw my arm around his neck, and pulled him onto me. He kissed me softly.

“It’s funny, you know,” he said, lips against mine. “I spent all those years worrying that I didn’t belong anywhere, and all this time the place I belonged was right in front of me.”

“The farm?” I frowned. “You knew you belonged here?”

Cole rolled his eyes. “With you, you numbskull.”

“Ooooohhh, yeah. Smooth. I like it.”

“Shhh. You’re ruining it.”

“Sorry, I really trod on your moment there, didn’t I?”

The sound of small children squealing in delight signalled the end of our peace and quiet. Cole leapt up. “Clothes on, mister. The invasion has begun.”