“Well, we’re gonna get outta your hair, then,” Gage said, his hand coming to land on Travis’s shoulder. “Y’all need anything at all, just holler.”
“We will,” Brendon stated.
Cheyenne hugged Travis and Gage briefly and then stayed back in the kitchen while Brendon walked them out. A few minutes later, he returned, a gleam in his eyes.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, backing up when he stalked her across the kitchen.
“What you said earlier? Did you mean it?”
Cheyenne had no idea what he was referring to, but she did her best to replay the conversation that had taken place since Travis and Gage arrived.
“When you told Travis we were together,” Brendon filled in.
“Yes,” she told him quickly. “Did you mean what you said?”
“And what was that?” he asked, pinning her between his big body and the kitchen counter.
“That I’m … yours? That I’m your girlfriend?” Cheyenne couldn’t disguise the hope in her voice. Just remembering Brendon’s declaration made her body heat.
“I meant every fuckin’ word,” he told her softly, his mouth moving in closer to hers.
She expected his lips to come down on hers, so when Brendon reached for her, lifting her onto the counter, she let out a squeak of surprise. Once she was settled with him coming to stand between her legs, he finally kissed her.
Cheyenne threw her arms around his neck, pulling him to her and meeting the firm thrust of his tongue with her own. The kiss was brutal, not sweet and gentle, and she loved every second of it. This was Brendon claiming her, assuring her that she did belong to him. It was so good.
His fingers went to work on her shorts and the next thing Cheyenne knew, she was sitting on her kitchen counter completely naked.
“Fuck,” Brendon growled into her mouth. “I don’t have a condom.”
Cheyenne pulled back and looked into his eyes, studying him for a moment. “I’m on the pill. And I’ve always …” She didn’t finish the sentence, but it apparently wasn’t necessary.
As Brendon unbuttoned his jeans and thrust them down over his hips, he never took his eyes from hers. “I’ve never either, Chey.”
“I need to feel you,” she told him, inching closer to the edge of the countertop. She wanted him inside her, wanted to feel the blinding pleasure of being filled by him.
And then she was.
“Oh, fuck,” Brendon growled. “Holy shit. Don’t move.”
Cheyenne stilled, pulling back to look at him as he penetrated her, filling her so completely. “Somethin’ wrong?” she whispered.
“No. Everything’s just fuckin’ perfect,” he answered in a low growl. “So fuckin’ perfect.”
Brendon gripped her hips and pulled her closer to the edge once more before withdrawing and then slamming into her.
“Oh!” Cheyenne held on to him tightly, loving the exquisite feel of him inside her without a barrier.
“So fuckin’ tight. So damn hot. Shit.” Brendon continued to thrust, deep and hard, and torturously slow.
“Fuck me,” Cheyenne pleaded. “Fuck me hard.”
Brendon’s eyes met hers, locked, and then he was plowing into her. She fought to keep her eyes open as the pleasure accosted her, sending chills across her skin, making her nipples pebble and her sex to spasm around the delicious intrusion.
“Brendon,” she whispered, her nails digging into his shoulder. “You’re gonna make me come. Oh, God, you’re gonna make me come.”
“Come for me, Chey. Let me feel you come all over my cock.”
He continued to pummel her, the pleasure so vicious, it stole her breath. Tightening her knees against his hips, she clenched her inner muscles as he continued to drive into her over and over again until she couldn’t hold back, her orgasm taking root and then exploding, radiating all the way to her scalp, leaving tingles in its wake.
“Fuck!” Brendon roared as he filled her, his cock pulsing, the warmth flooding her.
Cheyenne knew in that instant that the words he’d said earlier, the way he’d verbally claimed her, would be nothing compared to the way he was going to take her heart.
chapter NINETEEN
Apparently some crazy-ass stalker was not going to get in the way of girls’ night, so Brendon found himself at Moonshiners at seven o’clock on Thursday night with a bunch of giggling women. Well, to be fair, his brothers were suffering right along with him, so he couldn’t complain too much.
It had given him the opportunity to talk to them about what was going on. Surprisingly, even his father showed up for the get-together.