Whiskey?
Nah. In his mood that’d lead to trouble.
He exited the kitchen and said to Jessie, “If you wanna head home, I’ll hang out until kidzilla awakens.”
“You trying to get rid of me, Brandt?”
“No. But I’m not the best company right now.”
She sauntered forward. “So maybe we shouldn’t talk.”
Brandt didn’t move. “Not a good idea, Jess.”
“You’re tense. I have a remedy for that.”
“I’m not in the mood.”
Jessie lifted a brow. “Never heard that from you before.”
And likely she wouldn’t again. “Look. I appreciate the offer, but—”
“Offer?” she repeated. “Like you’d be doing me a favor by doing me?” Her face shuttered. “Screw that. I’m outta here.” She turned so fast her coattails whapped him on the knee.
He grabbed her out of reflex. “Whoa. This is exactly what I didn’t want to happen.”
“Congrats. You made it happen anyway.”
He hauled her against his chest, imprisoning her in his arms.
“Let me go.”
“No. You started this, Jess, not me.”
“What is wrong with you?”
He pressed his mouth to the shell of her ear. “I want you, okay? Fuck. I always want you. But I’m on edge in a big way today, and it’d be better if—”
“You shut me out? Wow. Like I’ve never dealt with that from a McKay man before.”
Once again, she’d pushed the wrong button. In a flash, he crowded her against the living room wall.
“You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into by taunting me.”
Jessie lifted her chin. “Show me. You won’t shock me.”
“Don’t bet on that, sweetheart.”
Then she shocked him by wreathing her arms around his neck and whispering, “Trust me. Please.
Don’t shut me out. Let me in. I’m here for you however you need me.” Her cool fingers settled on his nape.
Damn. Her touch felt good, soothing him and stirring him up. “I don’t have a lot of control right now.”
“So you admitting that Brandt McKay, the almighty gentleman cowboy, is showing me that he’s not always as even-keeled as he projects?”
“Yes.”
“That’s a start.” Jessie crushed her lips to his, inhaling him with a take-no-prisoners kiss and ground her pelvis against his. When he stupidly tried to pull away, she held him tighter, kissed him harder and he was done fighting her. Done fighting himself.
Brandt wrested control, frantic to touch her everywhere, her throat, her br**sts, her belly, between her thighs. Letting his desire for her burn up any residual anger. Letting her help him take the edge off. Letting her in.
She writhed against him. When Jessie dropped her hand over his fly to unzip his jeans, he growled and ended all body contact.
He stepped back. “Clothes off.”
Moments later, she was completely naked.
He turned her around. “Put your hands flat on the wall.”
Jessie didn’t hesitate.
She wasn’t being obedient for his sake, because he wanted it this way. She wanted it this way. Her breathing had become erratic. Her body rippled with that f**k me now tremor that kicked his lust into the danger zone. He let his mouth tease her ear. “You sure you want this? Me f**king you, only thinkin’ about how good it’ll feel when I’m buried balls deep in your tight cunt? You really want me to use you hard?”
“Yes. God yes.”
Brandt slipped his fingers between her thighs and found her soaked. A primitive yowl in his head had him jerking his shirttails free from his jeans. Belt unfastened, zipper undone, he removed his jeans only to the tops of his boots because he was obsessed with getting inside her and couldn’t wait to get completely undressed.
“Brandt.”
Please don’t say stop. “What?”
“Hurry.”
His c**k slapped his belly before he impatiently shoved it between her legs and impaled her with one greedy push.
Her full body quiver was followed by a low-pitched, “Yes.”
Brandt curled his hands over her hips and pulled her back, completely controlling her movements. His pelvis smacking her ass made a discordant slap slap slap sound that was almost as satisfying as Jessie’s guttural moans bouncing back to him.
He reached around until his finger breached the soft nest of curls, gliding down to where their bodies were joined at the mouth of her sex. Then he slid his wet finger back up her slit to stroke her slippery nub in a gentle motion that countered the ferocity of his c**k surging into her. But in this position he couldn’t get deep enough. He widened his stance, but his strokes became even shallower, so he stopped moving.
Jessie turned to look at him. “Brandt? Why did you—”
“I need more of you. Lean back.” She emitted a shriek when he lifted her, balancing her ass on his pelvis like she was sitting on a chair. “Tuck your feet around the outside of my boots.” Soon as she did, they both groaned, because damn, that one little change immediately brought him deeper. He angled her body forward, flattening her palm on the wall, wrapping her left arm behind his neck before he slapped his left hand on the wall across from hers. With his chest plastered to her back, he gritted out, “Hang on.”
Fucking her this way was a rush, not only because of the slant and position of their bodies, but because there was no finesse. No sweetness. Just desperation. Just need. His hips bucked as he kept his free hand cupped over her mound to tease her clit. He closed his eyes, losing himself in the sensation of Jessie pressing back against him as he pressed into her tight heat. Knowing there was nowhere on earth he’d rather be. Knowing her acceptance of this side of him would only cement his determination to have her as his.
He rocked into her, letting that humming greed for release amplify until they were both panting.
Sweating.
When she rolled her hips side to side, he knew she teetered on the brink. For all his blustering about using her hard, he wouldn’t ever deny her an orgasm.
He whispered fiercely, “Give it to me.”
“Touch me. God, please…”
Brandt separated her pu**y lips with his fingers and flicked his middle finger over the responsive flesh until he felt her clit expand. “Squeeze me harder. Yeah, like that—”
Before he finished speaking she unraveled. Her ass cheeks clenching against his groin, her cunt a vise-like grip around his cock, her clit pulsating beneath his finger, her nails digging into the back of his neck, her passion-dampened skin rubbing against his wherever they touched. She moaned his name, over and over. His name. No one else’s.