The Floodlands like a dog with a bird at your door

no worries at all!

absolved of paternal responsibility, colt drew his teeth along the fur over her left clavicle, flicking his tongue against the heat of her skin. "yew got me then."
at least for a time. the way wren looked at him was beginning to pick at his control, cutting the seams here and there. was anything else on the docket to discuss? briggs doubted it. "i'll stay, few days," the cowboy drawled, snaking a hard forearm around the small of her back but only in an embrace for now, not the true intention of today's meet-up.
"now. where to?" the firebrand eyes darkened to blood-scarlet; colt found this spot just as well for anything if she wasn't hot to leave just yet.