Page 24 of Sweet Whiskey

COLT

I blow out a breath, shifting in my boots on the porch as Kinsey’s car comes up the driveway.

The overgrown tree hangs dangerously close to the ground, and I see her grimace as she drives through it, her wheels slowly crawling.

I’d taken the horses back as she went to the inn to check in with Brielle and promised to meet me here after.

When she climbs out of the car, I cock an eyebrow. “That’s a nice car.”

She smiles, rubbing her hand along the door. “Yeah, you like it? It was my mom’s pride and joy. ”

I meet her halfway down the steps, catching her around the waist before leaning down to brush a kiss across her lips. “I can tell she loved that car, and I can tell she loved you.”

Kinsey sighs, hugging me before letting go to stare wistfully at the car. “She tried to sell it one year to help pay for the academy. I told her I’d quit if she ever tried. We didn’t have a lot, but I’d be damned if she didn’t get to keep her car.”

“And look where it took you…” Home. I don’t say it, but she looks up at me, like she understands where I’m coming from. Her face softens.

I clear my throat, nodding to the house. “Want to see it? It’s not much yet, but we’re getting there.”

She holds out her hand for me to grab and I lead her up the porch.

Both of our noses wrinkle at the distinct smell of fresh paint as I open the door. We had aired it as much as we could before we left for the weekend, but I wasn’t about to leave a window open and unlocked while we worked down the road, too far to hear anyone who might break in .

“It’s a little rough, but uh. We’ll get it all fixed up,” I say, scratching the back of my neck as I lead her inside. “We just put in new floors and painted.”

The floors had started to rot near the baseboards, and the paint was peeling off the walls.

It’s been sitting untouched for years, with no maintenance done.

I probably would have passed it up entirely if Brooks hadn’t reminded me of the renovation loan we could qualify for as a pack.

We make decent money at the ranch, but not the kind to just dump tens of thousands at the drop of a hat.

And thankfully we already had the tools to start fixing it up on our own after years of fixing up the ranch.

Kinsey is frozen at the doorway, her eyes wide as she takes it all in. The longer she’s silent, the faster my heart beats with nerves. My stomach turns with possible rejection.

“I know it’s hard to imagine,” I tell her, pointing at a wall across the room, “but we’re thinking of knocking that down to open the living room and the kitchen. We already checked the floor plan and pipes, so we should be good to go soon.”

Her tongue sweeps across her lips, and she blinks a few times as if breaking her thoughts before turning to face me.

“I love it.”

My head jerks back in surprise. “What?”

She smiles. “I love it. I can see what it will become.”

“You do?”

Kinsey nods. “Yeah, I can feel it. Can’t you? It’s…home.” She moves farther inside, heading toward the kitchen, and I follow her, silently stunned. I had figured I would have to plead my case, paint the imagery of what’s to come.

“This wall, right? You want to knock it down and open it up?” she asks, pointing.

I swallow, coating my drying throat, and then clear it. “Uh. Yeah. Probably put a window over the sink, structure allowing.”

She smiles. “Can I make a request for a farmhouse sink? I’ve always wanted one. ”

“You can request whatever you want,” I breathe out.

Kinsey laughs, shaking her head and then coming to stand before me. “Sometimes our dreams are bigger than our pockets.”

“That’s what credit is for, baby. You said it feels like home. I want it to be,” I say, pulling her closer and then kissing her.

She scrambles up, and I lift her by her ass as her legs wrap around me. Her fingers comb through my hair, and she moans as our tongues tangle together. I stumble a few steps, backing her against a wall and pressing my body tighter into her.

Kinsey nips at my lips before pulling away and kissing down my jaw. I roll my head back to stare at the ceiling, willing the need to rut her to diminish.

“Want to see where we’re thinking of putting your nest?”

She jerks back, her eyes wide and cheeks flushed with desire. “Yes, yes. Please.”

I entwine our hands and pull her up to the second floor, then into the large room taking over the entire right side of the floor. It only has a single door, and my heart gallops wildly as I open it for her. Kinsey sucks in a sharp breath and then walks closer.

We had raised the floor a few inches, allowing an instep down to a round mattress taking over eighty percent of the room. The rest of the space has an ensuite bathroom, and then half a wall of cabinets with a small fridge and sink. She lets go of me to step down before kneeling to touch the bed.

I scratch the back of my neck. “It’s all new. We were waiting to pick up blankets and stuff. Figured we'd let you pick.” I clear my throat. “I mean, if you’d want to continue courting until your heat.”

Kinsey looks over her shoulder at me, a sly smile on her lips. “You’re going through an awful lot of trouble for someone you’re not sure of.”

Raising my eyebrows, I cross my arms over my chest. “Oh, I’m sure as fuck on you, baby. I’m just waiting to see if you feel the same. ”

She stands up straighter. “And if I already do?”

My breathing starts to shallow. “Then I’ll work twice as hard to build you the home of your dreams.”

Biting her lip, she walks toward me until we’re standing chest to chest, and I slowly drop my arms, staring down at her.

“You’re already working so hard. Words can never say how much I appreciate the effort y’all put toward courting me. Let me show you how much,” she says, her fingernails scratching down my stomach as she lowers to her knees.

“Kinsey, you don’t have to do that…” I hiss out a breath as her hands curl into my belt, unbuckling it to pull at my jeans.

She grins up at me. “I know. I want to. No one has ever bought me a house, and I want to show you how much I appreciate it.”

My cock thickens as her hands brush by it as she pulls at my jeans, undoing them enough to expose my tight boxers. Then she leans forward, kissing the small strip of skin above my waistband. She inhales and groans as my cock grows so hard that my knot starts to swell with the need to come already.

“Fuck, Kins. I may just come at the sight of you.”

Her tongue sweeps along her lips, and then she pouts. “Don’t do that. I want to suck your cock, taste your cum on my lips.”

I twitch in my underwear, and my stomach flexes as she scratches the skin lightly before curling her fingers into the waistband and pulling down.

My cock springs out, my tip ruddy and dripping, my knot a brownish red and growing larger.

Kinsey’s eyes widen, and her mouth falls open when she tries to wrap her hand around the width of me.

“Colt…”

“I know, baby. Try the best you can,” I say, gently pushing the hair away from her face.

She blinks up at me, licking her lips and biting down on them. “Is it bad that all I can think about is how amazing your knot is going to feel inside me?”

I groan, more pre-cum leaking out of me at the thought as well. “Not today, baby. The first time we’re together, it will be in a proper bed so I can have you to myself all night long.”

Kinsey blows out a breath, the cool air fanning across my hot dick, and I jerk in her hold.

She leans forward, licking my tip and lapping up the mess I’d been leaking.

With a moan, she sucks more of me into her mouth, and I forget how to breathe.

I’m stuck frozen as the best pleasure of my life short-circuits my brain.

When she pulls back, stroking my shaft with her tight fist as she kisses down my length, I finally inhale and groan.

“Kinsey, I don’t think I’m going to last long with your touch on me.”

Her eyes flicker up to me as she holds my cock up, and her tongue drags along my knot. My hips jerk forward, and I let out a drawn moan.

“Fuck, shit.”

She hums, moving to suck at my crown again, then squeezes my knot with her other hand. My hand shoots out, wrapping around her hair .

“Kinsey, baby. I’m going to come.”

My legs tremble a bit as my balls draw up. I’m on the verge of asking her to suck me deeper, swallow my fucking cum when her eyes flutter up to mine. She slides farther down my cock, and I start to inch down her throat just as she swallows and squeezes around me tight.

“Jesus, fuck.” I can’t stop it. My knot swells under her fingers as she grips it harshly, milking me for all I’m worth.

I lose my vision, and I’m unable to breathe as the sweet girl on her knees makes me come harder than I could ever possibly imagine.

When she lets go, I stagger back a step, my cock slipping out of her mouth as she wipes her lips with her fingers.

I’m panting, blinking wildly as I stare at her.

“I’m—that was—fuck.”

She giggles, standing and smiling at me. “Sucked you speechless. That’s a new one.”

I shake my head before tucking my cock back into my pants. “That was something new for me too. Fuckin’ hell, darlin’. If I wasn’t already falling in love with ya, that’d push me right over the edge. ”

A blush builds on her face, and I clear my throat, giving her a soft smile. She doesn’t have to say anything about my declaration. I’m not trying to push her into anything.