A full-fledged shiver rocked her. “Bad boy. Damn, did you take lessons on how to talk sexy somewhere?”
Daniel continued to stroke her skin as he pulled into the parking lot at the bar. “I come by it naturally. You should hear my dad when he gets going. My mama still blushes like a teenager when he’s around.”
Beth laughed.
“Besides, Jaxi asked specifically if you would be there. She said she was hoping to get to know you a little better. Travis and Matt said they would come, plus a few of our cousins and friends. Just a chance to catch up now that Jaxi and Blake are back from their honeymoon.”
“The twins can’t make it?”
“No, they’re staying at the college this weekend. They usually only come home for holidays.”
Daniel twisted in his seat to kiss her. Cupping her face in his hands, he joined their mouths together for a long, slow, sweet kiss that made her knees weak and her panties wet. She dug her fingers into his hair and kissed him back, getting lost in the taste of him, the sensation of slow drags of his tongue against hers. When his hand left her cheek, she barely noticed until his palm curled around her breast, and it felt so damn good she was ready to crawl into his lap and mount him. Instead, she settled for savouring every stroke. She’d never known that kissing could get her so excited. She felt like one of her teenage students, starry eyed and romanticizing over a crush. Her body warmed under his attention, and she let out a purr of satisfaction.
“Hey, break it up in there, you two. You’re fogging the windows.”
Beth jerked her lips from Daniel’s to stare outside. Or she would have stared out if she could.
“Shit, he’s right.” Daniel swiped a hand through the moisture clouding the driver’s window to reveal Matt’s grinning face. “Move your ass or you’ll have my door in your ugly mug.” He lowered his voice as he turned toward Beth again. “You’re mighty distracting, darling.”
“I could say the same thing of you.”
They smiled at each other.
“You ready for this?”
Beth paused before answering. “It feels as if I’m walking in blind and everyone’s going to be staring at me.”
“Hmm, don’t worry. It’s not you but me they’re going to look at.”
She frowned. “Why?”
He brushed a finger over her lips tenderly. “They’re all going to wonder what the hell I did to deserve to be with a knockout like you.”
“Ooh, you’re smooth, Daniel Coleman, you’re smooth.”
She could do this. Hell, they’d been in public together for months. Only this was the first night she’d thought of it as them being together.
Why did it make such a difference?
He led her into the bar, friendly voices calling their names as they slowly made their way to the back of the room.
“You planning on shooting pool tonight with us?” he asked, waving at yet another group that called his name.
Beth leaned her head toward him. “Is it a guy-territory thing, or am I allowed to trespass, because I’d love to play. We had a table at home when I was growing up.”
Daniel pulled her to a halt. “You mention that to my brothers yet? That you can play?”
She shrugged. “Not something that’s ever come up in conversation.”
Daniel nuzzled her neck and whispered in her ear, “Anyone makes a bet, you take it, okay? I’ll spot you the money, but I can see some sweet possibilities for getting even with Matt. He’s been gloating about having no competition since the twins went off to college.”
The pub was loud with the echoes of laughter and conversation, the music of the dance hall pounding against the far wall and only softly piped into the pool-hall side of the building. Beth glanced with approval at the rich dark tones on the walls, the scent of barbecue ribs making her mouth water.
The sound of familiar voices greeted them as they approached a large round table pulled off to the side of the busy room.
Jaxi was there, the pretty blonde tucked under Blake’s big arm. Four couples, a couple of women, and three more men waved hello. Beth recognized most of the group as part of the extended Coleman clan from around town. She’d been introduced to some of them before, during outings with Daniel.
Matt rose from his chair and came over, hand extended.
“Now that you managed to drag yourselves into public, welcome to our Friday night get-together. Jaxi isn’t drinking anything stronger than root beer because of the baby, but we’ve got draft. Or if you want something else, I’ll grab it for you.” He gestured to the table where there were pitchers of beer waiting. Beth wrinkled her nose.
“Could I get a rum and Coke? Not much of beer drinker. Sorry.”
“No problem. Helen doesn’t like beer either. By the way, I’m sorry she’s not here to meet you. She had to cancel last minute—some emergency at work.”
“Seems she’s been working a lot lately,” Blake grumbled.
Matt hesitated, his smile twisting for a moment before he turned to Beth. “I’ll be right back with your drink.”
Jaxi waited until Matt had stepped away from the table before she punched Blake’s arm. “Stop poking. It’s not his fault Helen’s been jamming out on family events.”
“Something’s up. I wish he’d…” He stopped in mid-grumble, then smiled up at Beth. “And now I’ll shut up and be quiet as ordered. Come and join us. We won’t bite.”
The momentary flash into family politics somehow made her feel more welcome than if everything had been perfect. Beth glanced around the table, counting heads. “I thought Travis was supposed to be here as well.”
Jaxi laughed and jerked her thumb over her shoulder to the back of the room. “He’s here. He’s…busy.”
It only took a second to spot what Jaxi indicated. Beth gaped in surprise. “Holy shit.”
Travis had a girl pinned against the wall, their hands all over each other. Beth felt embarrassment flush her face, maybe a touch of guilt at the rush she got from being a voyeur. Travis had a double dose of the Coleman good looks, and even with Daniel at her side, Beth could appreciate a nice bit of eye candy.
Although she didn’t think it was legal to do in public what they were doing.
“Yeah, ‘holy shit’ just about covers it.” Jaxi kissed Blake’s cheek then sat up straighter, patting the seat next to her. “Come and be my buddy. It’s good to have another woman hanging out with the Coleman crew. The girls have been sorely outnumbered for the longest time.”
Daniel snorted. “Travis’s woman doesn’t count?”
Jaxi waved a hand. “His most recent flavour of the month? Hello, we don’t find out their names half the time. Nor the twins. I’ve never seen any of those boys with the same woman for more than thirty days.”
They did a little wiggling to rearrange chairs, and Beth settled next to the younger woman. The few times they’d done things together, Beth had found her easy to talk with, in spite of their eight-year age difference. Jaxi made her laugh.
“Flavour of the month?”
Jaxi twisted to check out Travis again and slapped a hand over her mouth. “Shoot. Or flavour of the week like this time.”
Beth was in the middle of turning to see what Jaxi was talking about when the woman with the flaming-red miniskirt who had been lip-locked with Travis only moments earlier swished past their table. Her chin stuck out as she headed for the door. With every twitch of the hips, the bare length of her legs flashed.
“Hope she’s got blankets in her car for if she gets stuck in a snowbank. Those shoes would be about as useful as spit outside right now.” The disdain in Blake’s deep voice rang clear.
“Hush, she’s trying to look hot.” Jaxi wiggled against his side.
“Hmm.” He grunted. “Not working. She should try a pair of cowboy boots. Or maybe less war paint.”