Page 16 of Bray
Heat of the moment. Opportunity. Whatever.
Bray being in my house was going to give him the chance to look closely and see my life. All the flaws and frayed edges. He’d see I was boring and had no life. I wasn’t exciting. He’d scoffed at my ancient robe.
I’d been moving through life just… existing. I had goals like trying to keep the bank from taking my ranch and paying the electricityandfood bills. I didn’t have hopes of a husband and kids.
I was twenty-six and I’d barely dated. I never caught anyone’s eye, because like the guy said the night before, I was a mouse. I was nothing like Lainey. I was inexperienced, introverted, and alone. The idea of whoever threw the rock through my window returning scared me. I didn’t want to be here by myself if that happened. I did have Granddad’s shotgun and knew how to use it, but I’d never once fired it for more than target practice.
But Bray being here? He’d been my crush for so long that now, with him saying these things… things likeyou’re mine, made me feel things like hope and longing. To dream of more kisses.
But when he stayed here and saw the real me, he’d walk. No, run. He’d pat me on the head like his little sister’s BFF and go off and find an alluring woman who’d look perfect at his side.
And that would crush whatever hope I had. What would I do then?
“I didn’t make myself clear. You don’t understand, and that’s on me,” Bray said. The sound of Colt’s sheriff SUV tapered away as he drove toward town. Bray scooped me up and carried me inside and I had no choice but to drop the broom.
“Bray!” I cried. “What are you doing?”
“If words aren’t working, then I’ll have to fuck you a few times to prove that this isn’t pretend.”
He took the stairs two at a time, not even breathing hard carrying my hefty weight. I felt the play of his hard muscles as he moved. He’d carried me twice since last night and I had to admit, I liked it.
Once on the landing, he stopped. “Which room is yours?”
“We don’t have to–”
“Which room?” he repeated.
I stuck my arm out and pointed. “The one on the left.”
He strode in like a man on a mission and kicked the door shut behind him. Setting me on my feet, he spun me around and pressed me into the hard wood. Then he kissed me.
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KATIE
“All these years,”he murmured as he nibbled along my jaw. “You’ve been right in front of me.”
He pressed me into the door and I could feel every hard, hot inch of him. He was big everywhere, his dick pressed long and thick against my belly. His hands roamed, then slid to my neck, his rough fingers brushing over the bare skin.
“Bray,” I whispered. Was this really happening? Was Bray Wilder really in my bedroom and touching me? Kissing me? Heck, was he really, really hard because of me?
He lifted my hand and took my finger into his mouth. Sucked on it.
My eyes widened, then went heavy lidded because I had no idea my fingertip was an erogenous zone. The suction of his lips and the slide of his tongue was a tease. “Holy shit.”
That made him grin, and he let my hand go.
Only because he dropped to his knees.
DROPPED TO HIS KNEES!
“Bray.”
“I like when you say my name all breathy like that. You’re going to be screaming it in a minute when I get my mouth on your pussy. Then when I fill you so full with my dick.”
His fingers went to the button on my jean cutoffs. He had it opened and the zipper down faster than I could process what he was doing. But then he got them down along with my panties in one tug. Raising my three-in-a-pack plain cotton bikini briefs to his nose, he sniffed the gusset.
Sniffed. The. Gusset.
