Girls' Night Out (Bad Boys) (35 page)

“You’re such a puzzle,” she sighed. She suspected it was why she found him so incredibly complex and fascinating, at times exasperating, and impossible to forget. From the moment she’d met him, his unique dynamo appeal pierced her to the core. “Is the idea of me working in Europe appealing to you?”

“Cory, this isn’t about me,” he exclaimed, raising his head. He held her gaze, intense green staring back at her. “I want you to be happy. No lie. If Ryder Bennett can’t get a grip, I’d be the first to say walk away.”

“So you’ve changed your tune?” She felt her eyes widen.

He shook his head. “Never. We all get that some people have issues respecting lines and boundaries. I’m not so stupid as to think he doesn’t realize that you’re talented. If Bennett is willing to treat you professionally, then you have to decide the next step. Do I want you working with some rich dude with ulterior motives, hell no.”

“Unlike you.” She gazed at him, unblinking, and reached out to stroke her hand down his face.

“Sugar, we’ve gone past all that. I’m going to make an honest woman out of you. Now, lie down.” Chuckling, Brett spread his large hands over her hips and gently pulled her lower down on the mattress. “Your life has room for only one dude with ulterior motives.”

She pressed back against the pillows, her toes curling from the way his hands felt on her body. “Brett, I don’t know that going to Paris is something I want.”

“No one said you had to decide right this second. The ball is in your court. Now, hold still while I take care of you the way I’ve been dying to ever since yesterday.”

His fingers trailed down her body, slipping inside the front of her pajama bottoms and inside her panties. She arched upward and he kept his other hand on her hips. “Not so fast. Nice. And easy. Just an appetizer for when you’re feeling better.”

God, she wanted him. Pounding headache and all. Between her legs pulsed as her muscles clenched. “Brett, please. Get naked with me. Just the tip. Please.”

He groaned, “Baby, no.”

She glanced down at the bulge in his pants, straining his zipper. If she pulled his polo shirt upward, she bet the head of his cock would be right there, grazing his waistband. She’d gotten him to this point before, and now when he was touching her in all the rights ways, she hungered for him to fill her.

“Brett, just one swipe and that’s it. I promise.”

Liar!
If she got him naked, she’d straddle him and ride him with total abandon even if her head cracked open.

“Why don’t I believe you?” he asked. “Couldn’t say I’d be able to hold back from taking us both over the edge. Christ, I want to have you wrapped around my cock. I can’t wait until I can fill you up.”

He slid his finger between her thighs and she brought up her legs. Her whole body craved a full throttle ganging up on him. If only he wasn’t so strong…she sucked in a breath as he grazed her opening.

“So unfair,” she moaned, twisting her hips toward his finger. “Please. Just help a girl out.”

“You devious hellion,” he breathed against her ear. “One finger. One time. And that’s it. If you ask for more, I promise you I’ll tan your hide as soon as you’re healed. And take whatever I deem appropriate
retribution for putting your health in jeopardy.”

Spooning together, she rubbed her bottom against his erection. His words were the incinerator to her imagination. She envisioned him spreading her legs and doing things she’d read about. Hot, erotic things, and the thought made her melt.

“You mean you’d take me however you wanted?” She pressed her bottom fully against his straining erection, intending to tease him into overdrive. “Where would you put that beast of a machine?”

“Oh girl, you are so wet. You’re asking for it. Aren’t you? Cory, don’t tease me. ” His finger was right there.

Swallowing, she closed her eyes. The feel of him swirling his finger around her made her incapable of thinking. “I’d never do such a thing.” She reached back and rubbed her hand down his hard-on, feeling him jerk against her palm, and her body shivered in response.

“Is this what you want?” He pushed his finger inside her while holding her around the waist with his other arm.

“Brett, please. Please.” She bit her lip, squeezing his finger, and pumping her hips.

“Baby, I’m about to explode. You’re melting around my finger. Tell me how this feels.”

“Magical,” she moaned. Reaching down, she pulled up his shirt and felt Brett’s rippling abs tense under her fingers. Just as she suspected, he’d crested his jeans and his cock was wet and dripping. “Please, I need you inside me. You’ll help me heal.”

He pumped his finger harder and faster. “I am inside you,” he whispered, laughing.

She tugged on his cock. “So not fair.”

“Such a little liar. You think if I got anywhere near your pussy, I could stop from driving myself into you? And do it just once?”

She began pushing her pajama bottoms down, off her hips. His hand between her legs had her insane. “You’re right. One thrust. To curb the craving. You can fuck me properly later. Please, do it!”

“Wildcat.” He removed his finger from inside her and expertly kissed her. Consumed. Devoured. Set her on fire.

“Now who’s teasing?” she panted.

“I’ve already said, we ain’t going down that road.” A knock on the front door kept him from doing more than groaning. “Now you’ve bought a whole mess of problems.”

She reached over and swiped her finger over his glistening head, then pushed her hand down the front of his jeans, and took hold of him.

“Heaven,” she murmured. His cock was velvet steel in her hands, and he pumped once in her grasp.

“There, we’re even for now. But I warned you,” he growled. She pouted as he pulled up her pajama bottoms.

“I almost had you, and would have if we weren’t interrupted.”

He gazed down at her hand still circling his cock
. His body went completely still—his muscles
contracted and were rock hard against her body. With his pupils fully dilated, his eyes appeared bottomless. A muscle twitched on the side of his jaw.

She let go and bit her lip. She’d gotten him to the point of what? Oh God, maybe she’d pushed too far this time. Too late, she now understood what she’d done. Another round of knocks came from the front door.

She shrugged and began to mend her fences. “I didn’t—”

He covered her mouth with his hand. “Don’t say a word.”

Brett blanketed her with dark look and an arched brow. She tried to swallow the boulder lodged in her throat as she nodded against his warm palm covering her mouth. She gazed into the inferno within his eyes, pressing her lips together.

He pushed himself up, then stood, and adjusted erection inside his pants. He scrubbed his hand down his face.

“Corinth Hera McLemore, you’re in a heap of trouble.”

Oh jeez, had he been taking lessons from her father?

“B-but…,” she stammered.

He held up a finger while delivering a look that could flatten a barn. “Only making it worse. Consider that another ten.”

She twisted the sheets in her hands. He came over to the side of the bed and lifted her chin, staring down into her face. “What you’ve ended up with is a promise we both bought into and I intend on collecting. Baby, I’m going to enjoy spanking that bottom of yours and then having my way with you. For a long, long time.”

CHAPTER 28

Together he, Sarah and Wade wrangled his hellcat, future wife into staying in bed. He’d turned every shade of blue since they’d gotten engaged, and she’d enjoyed making him suffer. Every. Damn. Day. For a week, he had woken up next to Cory with morning wood, and his hard-on had never completely disappeared while being near her. Even sleeping in his clothes with her parents in the other room, he’d been ready to explode. In her sleep, Cory’s soft moans and the way she flung her arm over him or pushed her hip into his crotch had him ready to jack off. He’d find her draped over him, or he’d be wrapped around her, his dick screaming for relief.

It had been a week and she’d come through it looking like her she was ready to tear up the world. His little hellion squeezed his fingers.

“I am so hot for you,” she said, pressing her tits against his arm, and he clenched his jaw for the twenty-first time today.

“Girl, you’ve got me at the point of no return.”

And then she laughed. Mischievously, biting her lips, she taunted him by flashing her tits at one point, and God, he wanted to drag her into the nearest bathroom where he could first smack her pert behind and then give her what they both deserved.

Finally, they were at the medical complex where her doctor’s appointment was scheduled. Hand in hand, he found even walking next to Cory was difficult. He gritted his teeth in pain. Not because of his sprained ankle. Officially, he had the worst case of blue balls known to man. He almost lost it the second the doctor said Cory was better.

He’d not touched her beyond kissing and fondling her tits, and then there had been the one time of being pushed to his limit, and he’d ended up finger fucking her, but in good conscience had stopped.

For a week, he’d refused to take her when she asked. And she had. Over and over, whenever her parents ran an errand. With Cory’s doctor evaluation and guarantee that her MRI was stellar, she’d received a clean bill of health and permission to return to school, and that’s all Brett needed to hear. Inside the doctor’s office, Brett picked up her hand, laid it on his, and then squeezed and shook.

“What’s that for?” she asked, smiling up into his face.

“A promise is a promise, baby.” He enjoyed the slight puzzled expression, and then how her full lips formed the perfect ‘O.’ His cock lengthened just staring at her sassy mouth, and he held back from tracing his thumb against her bottom lip.

“Cory, you came through wonderfully. Thank the Lord.” Sarah hugged Cory, and then pressed her hand on Brett’s shoulder and shook him, smiling. “Good work, coach. Keeping her in bed was a feat I don’t think I could have done alone.”

“There’s no ‘I’ when it was all team work,” he chuckled.

“Brett, you’ve the makings of a rancher if you rope a steer like what I’ve seen going on here,” Wade replied. Her parents beamed over at them. They were heading back to the airport.

“Wade and Sarah,” he said, hugging them. “Have a good flight.”

“Son, you might as well call us mom and dad after this week,” her mother said. “By the way, I have a lunch date with your mom. I’m taking Miss Louisa and we’re playing bridge.”

He laughed. “Stay clear of poker and you’ll be fine.”

“Oh, does your mom like to play? I wouldn’t mind a good old fashioned game of Texas Hold’em.”

“Sarah, for land sakes.” Wade waved his hands and snorted. “Brett, alert your mother. This woman and Miss Louisa look innocent. But they’re not. I’ve lost my shirt on more than one occasion.”

“Hush, Wade. You’ll make Brett think I’m some sort of finagler.”

“Mama.” Cory laughed. “Daddy’s got a point.”

“That’s my girl.” Wade patted his daughter’s shoulder, then turned back to him. “We were married in less than a week after meeting. Go figure.”

“Oh Daddy, I didn’t mean that Mama would do anything that outlandish. I’m sure Brett’s mother and her friend, Estella, can hold their own.”

“Still, they should be warned,” her father blustered. “Loudly.”

“Wade McLemore.” Sarah pretended to huff, but she enfolded Cory in delicate embrace and said loud enough to overhear. “Brett’s a good man. We like him a lot. You take your time with your college’s offer to go Paris. One way or the other, you have everyone’s support. Especially his.”

“I won’t do anything rash.” Cory smiled broadly. “He’s a keeper all right.”

“Agreed,” her mother said. “See you soon. Then it’s my turn for the medical square dance.”

Cory appeared to tense at the mention of her mother’s upcoming doctor’s visit while her dad grimaced. Wade had shared his concern about his wife’s health over a few beers that he and his future father-in-law had cracked open on the terrace last night. Man to man—admitting to a soft spot and fear were a sign of bonding. For once, Brett felt part of a family outside his mom and Estella. He inhaled and squeezed Cory’s shoulder.

“You’re looking good, Mama,” Cory said.

“I’m feeling real good too. Keep your fingers crossed.” Sarah winked.

He and Cory walked them out to the curb where her folks climbed into the car they’d rented, appearing more at ease from when they’d arrived.

“Tell everyone I love them,” Cory called out.

He’d learned her folks rarely left Annona to travel anywhere except to visit family in Texas prior to her enrollment in college. Once they went to some cattlemen’s black tie affair in Chicago, but that was about it. This was the fourth time they’d been out to L.A. and they’d relayed scads of trivia about places they’d discovered in the city, spots that Cory said she hadn’t even known existed. An all-night diner nearby, a drugstore that delivered located a few blocks over, and a used bookstore they’d happened into that sold country western vinyl. Wade had purchased a prized Hank Williams record album he’d been after on
eBay
to add to his huge collection of vintage vinyl housed in the poolroom of their home.

Waving, she nestled her head against Brett’s chest. His arm tightened around her waist, and he easily swung her around, bringing her in front of him.

He lowered his head, brushing his mouth over hers as he whispered, “Hello, trouble.” Cory gasped as he lightly nipped her lip.

“Back at ya,” she said in a husky voice.

“Time to pay the piper,” he said, grazing his mouth against her lips.

She gazed up into his face, arching a brow. “Oh, so now you’re interested? Well… I. Don’t. Know.” Laughing, she twisted out of his grasp, and pretended to inspect her nails. “I really do need to get a manicure.”

His whole body was on high alert, with his focus entirely trained on her. Shoot, she was pushing his last button like a pro. “Cory. We can do this nice. Or, we can do this a whole ‘nother shade.”

She backed away, making all of his muscles contract. He was on the verge of doing something crazy to this girl. Sure as heck, she drove him berserk, pulling his chain.