before taking her mouth in a sensual kiss of great animation. He trailed his lips across her delicate jawbone, moving down the line of her neck to the strong pulse at her throat, where he sighed heatedly, “I was your first and you were mine. He's altered you without any consideration for my feelings and to think I swore myself to that moke.” Now every time he looked at her he wanted to bed her.
Taking his face in her hands, she looked into his dark eyes, letting him see she'd always love him. “Patrick please calm yourself. Think about the boys or consider he's Chris' brother. You like him and Vega so at least try to tolerate Dylan.”
“I had immensely, enjoyable carnal relations with Vega. Chris has a brilliant mind, can spin a good yarn and match me drink for drink, but those things have no bearing on how I view that idiot you're marrying. And I want you to put my medallion back on. Don't think I didn't notice it hanging on your rear-view mirror. To hell with him if he's so insecure.” The feel of her in his arms was making him loony. Even though he'd shared a few hours of pleasure with Vega throughout the night, he now wanted Carolina like he never had before. Without regard for anyone watching, he boldly sniffed her scent, growling lustily. With her belly pushing against him, immediately his orgasm threatened and he quickly released her. Never in all his travels through space and time, had he experienced such a startling lack of control.
“I'll put the medallion back on but please no fighting or bickering. You're a visitor here. Maybe you should go back to my house if you're not going to be civil.”
“Maybe I will,” he said peevishly before turning to stride angrily into the house, giving a mighty huff as he stormed past Chris and Vega, heading for an ice cold shower.
The couple glanced after Patrick before looking back in Carolina's direction, and were in the process of waving farewell when Justin, Calder and Callum rushed around them, causing the couple to sway on their feet. The boys' whirlwind locomotion halted when they spied Dylan standing by her vehicle and they proceeded to where she stood at a much more dignified pace chorusing, “Hurry back home mom.”
“I will.” She embraced them one at a time, before they sprinted back to the house to tiptoe around Chris' glowering form. Carolina grinned broadly at the blond giant, waving to him and his beautiful wife, before they too reentered the house, leaving only Dylan and herself to