When she took a step back, she found herself pulled up against Brendon’s side, which had her laughing at the absurdity of the move, although there wasn’t an ounce of humor in Brendon’s intense gaze.
Oh, damn. There was a lot of damn testosterone crowding her all of a sudden.
“They’re doin’ well. They’re actually both here tonight. As are my brothers and sisters.” CJ turned his attention to Brendon. “Good to see you, man. How’s it goin’?”
Cheyenne still couldn’t believe how many people were there, but if Chase’s two brothers and two sisters were in attendance, then it explained how there were so many bodies filling one room. If Cheyenne recalled correctly, the fewest number of children that any of Lorrie’s or Curtis’s siblings had was three. Who knew how many of them showed up tonight. That had her thoughts drifting to her cousins’ ranch. Yep, Dead Heat Ranch was definitely the place for this family’s reunion because, by her math, that meant there were somewhere around one hundred people in all, not including any significant others of their cousins.
Sheesh.
Cheyenne tuned out Brendon and CJ as they chatted. She was too busy checking out everything going on around her. These people sure did know how to throw a party.
chapter SIXTEEN
Apparently turning thirty-five was a big fucking deal. At least to Sawyer. Or whoever planned this crazy-ass party. Everywhere Brendon looked, he saw family members, some of which he hadn’t seen in a few years. It was insane.
Now that they’d been there for two hours and he’d managed to find his way back to Cheyenne after Kylie stole her away, he wasn’t sure he was going to willingly let her get away from him again.
“Need anything?” he asked, noticing the glass in her hand was empty. She’d been drinking soda and forgoing alcohol altogether tonight. He’d done the same, not at all interested in getting blitzed and running the risk of making a fool of himself. He’d done that more times than he could count over the last few months.
“I’m good. You?” she asked, turning her full attention to him.
“I could be better,” he told her, leaning down to whisper in her ear.
“How so?” she asked, her tone chock-full of curiosity.
Peering over her head, Brendon made sure no one was in earshot before he said, “I could be buried inside you right this minute.”
He stepped back so that he could look down at her, noticing the heat shimmering in her pretty eyes.
“What’re you waitin’ for, camo boy?”
Brendon’s eyebrow lifted. Was she seriously daring him? Did she think he wouldn’t do it?
When her brow cocked in return, he took her empty glass and set it on the nearest table before taking her hand and leading her toward the exit door to a hallway that wound through the hotel.
He took a quick peek behind them to ensure no one was paying them any attention. When he deemed the coast clear, he pushed open the door and pulled her with him, holding her close to his side. Finding an unlocked door wasn’t too difficult. After a quick glance inside, he realized the place was empty.
“Whose office is this?” she asked.
“No idea. Probably the club manager’s or somethin’.”
“You think they’ll mind that you’re gonna fuck me right here on his desk?” Cheyenne asked, a mischievous smirk on her sweet mouth.
“I don’t give a fuck if they’ll mind or not,” he told her as he flipped the lock on the door and pulled her up against him. Turning so that she was pressed between him and the wall, Brendon slammed his mouth down on hers. Her arms twined around his neck, her fingers tugged at the hair at his nape as she kissed him back.
“Thank God you’ve got a dress on,” he said breathlessly when he managed to pull away from her.
He slipped his hand down beneath the hem of the dress’s frilly skirt and ran it along her inner thigh. He inched higher as he pressed his mouth to her neck.
“Holy fuck,” he growled when he met her smooth, bare skin. “Did you seriously not wear panties?”
“I didn’t wear them,” Cheyenne said on a moan. “Just for you.”
“You’re a naughty girl, you know that?”
“Only for you,” she said, and his possessive side stood up and roared. He liked the idea of her being his naughty girl.
“Pull out my cock,” he instructed as he continued to kiss her neck, nipping and sucking on the smooth, sweet-smelling skin. When her hands went to work on his belt buckle, he returned his mouth to hers, crushing their lips together as he kissed her with the pent-up frustration that had been boiling in his veins since he picked her up a couple of hours ago.