Page 90 of Burn Bag

I stared at him in confusion. “And then…oh, and then those other men showed up. Which, by the way, did you know that not a single one of you is like…normal?”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

I went back to work as I thought over the men leaning against the wall. “Well, there’s that angry man who wears redneck stuff. He’s like…seriously built. His muscles have muscles, and it was quite distracting. And then there’s the guy who keeps combing his hair. I had no idea it was a requirement to look that good while doing your job,” I snorted. “And then there’s the dark brute.”

“What dark brute?”

“The sexy cowboy. Seriously, doesn’t a cowboy hat get in the way when you’re—” I yelped as I was spun around and pressed up against the counter.

Bradley stood flush against me, his hand gripping my hip harshly as he snarled angrily at me. “Sexy cowboy?”

The restrained anger flaring in his eyes and the way he spoke finally clued me in to what the problem was. That and the rather hard length pressing against my stomach.

I swallowed the lump in my throat as I tried to think up something to say, but before I got the chance, his lips crashed into mine in a brutal kiss. I moaned into his mouth as his hand slipped into my hair and tugged my head back as his lips skimmed over my neck and across my bare shoulder.

“Bradley,” I whispered breathlessly.

Desire bloomed in my belly as his fingers went from the harsh grip on my hip to trailing ever so slowly across my pelvis before dipping lower. My breath caught as his knuckle pressed just above my clit.

“Please,” I hissed, sucking in a breath just as his knuckle skimmed lower, igniting something inside me that I didn’t know was already simmering on low.

“Still think that broody cowboy is sexy?” he rumbled, his teeth grazing my neck.

I gasped as his fingers strummed against my clit, teasing me over and over again. “W-what?”

“Or that redneck?” he growled. “How did you say it? He’s built?”

I tried desperately to pay attention to his words, but all I could think about was how I wanted his hand inside my pants instead of teasing me from the outside.

“Bradley,” I moaned. “Please…”

“Please, what?” he snarled.

And then my pants were torn down my legs and I was hauled up on the counter. I barely felt the material ripped free from my body as he spread my legs wide and cool air mixed with the desire to feel his fingers on me again.

“You will never think of another man again,” he snarled.

And then he was there…his hot tongue pressing against my core, his teeth nipping at my clit. I sucked in a ragged breath as he devoured me. My body jerked against his face as he slid two fingers inside me, snarling as he nipped at me with his teeth.

“Oh God!” I cried out, gripping his hair in my fingers as I held him to me, riding his face as I wrapped my legs around his head. This was what I had been missing from the start, what I desperately needed, though I hadn’t realized it.

“Are you still thinking about them?” he muttered, flicking his tongue against me. “Tell me what I have to do to make sure you never look at them again.”

“I—” I sucked in a ragged breath, barely understanding the words leaving his mouth before he latched onto me again and drove me over the edge. I bucked against him, needing so much more as I cried out and writhed in his arms.

“Come for me, sweetheart,” he growled, thrusting his fingers in and out of me so hard I banged back against the cabinet.

Stars exploded behind my eyes as my orgasm hit me hard, making it impossible to do anything but shake in his arms as he continued to draw out every last emotion from my body.

With one final swipe of his tongue over my body, I shivered and slumped against the cabinet, unable to move even the slightest. What the hell was that?

“Don’t you ever fucking talk about another man like that unless you want my cock pounding inside you, reminding you exactly who you belong to.”

Through a fog of lust and desire, I realized the man I married was jealous. One hundred percent insanely jealous because I had mentioned other men. I hadn’t meant anything by it, other than noting who they were. But that didn’t matter. Bradley had a jealous streak a mile wide, and now I knew it.

He stepped back suddenly, his face filled with confusion just before he turned on his heel and stormed out of the room.

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