Lust blurs my vision as I drop my pleasure-soaked gaze to her. The image engrains itself on my brain, and I tuck it away for later use if ever I need it. Her on her knees in front of me. My cock on her tongue. My cum dripping from her lips.
I groan.
Ruined.
Bronte releases me from her mouth, and I guide her off her knees to stand. Wrapping my hand around her slender throat, I kiss her, tasting the heady mix of her and me and getting excited at the thought of being inside her later.
“Feel better?” she asks sweetly.
“You have no idea,” I reply, brushing my lips across hers. “Remind me to return the favor.”
“You’ll have plenty of opportunity for that. But just so you know, when you get back to the room, you’re going to ruin me with that big cock of yours before you do anything else. You got me?”
Her grin is as wicked as mine.
What my wildflower wants, my wildflower will get.
BRONTE
The following morning, we wake up late. True to his word, when Jack got back to the room the night before, he made me see stars with the things he did to my body. He took his time too, making sure I was good and spent before letting his own climax consume him.
But now, I’m late.
Realizing the time, I throw back the covers and rush to get ready for a job interview I have in less than an hour.
Because I’m not going back to Nashville, so I need a job.
Jack says I can work at the clubhouse, but I don’t want us to live in each other’s pockets. So Dolly has set up an interview for me with one of her friends who owns a bar locally. It’s only casual work until I find something more permanent, but it’s going to give me the money I need to remain independent.
Dressed in a pencil skirt and white blouse, I crawl onto the bed to kiss my man goodbye.
“Are you worried about the interview?” he asks, pushing my hair over my shoulders as I straddle him.
“Hardly. It’s just an interview for something I can do with my eyes closed. I feel as cool as a cucumber.”
He grins. His eyes twinkling with mischief. “Nah, I think you’re stressing,” he says. “You know, sex is supposed to help with stress levels,” he adds.
I smile, wondering where this is leading. “Of course, it is.”
“And you know I’m only too happy to help out.”
“You don’t say.”
He grabs my ass. “Damn, baby, you feel so fine.” He nuzzles his face into my neck. “And you smell fucking amazing.”
I push him away. “You’re a sex maniac. And as much as I want to indulge you right now, I can’t. I’m going to be late.” I kiss him on the nose before I crawl off the bed and walk over to the dresser.
He doesn’t say anything, simply pushes the bed covers off his gorgeous body. He’s naked, and his inked, muscular frame is huge and tanned against the white sheets as I steal a glance at him in the reflection of the mirror. He really is the perfect specimen of a man.
His hand slides to his groin, and I watch, fascinated, as he wraps his palm around his cock and starts to give it a leisurely stroke.
He knows I’m watching, knows my pussy is pulsing to the beat of his palm stroking up and down that thick shaft.
But I have my interview to get to.
As I put my earrings in, our eyes meet in the mirror, and he smiles.
Damn him. Trying to tempt me.
I glare. “It’s not working.”
It is.
“I’m not giving in to temptation. So, you’ll just have to keep stroking until you get your happy ending,” I say, then lick my lips. Last night that cock had been in my mouth…
No.
Job. Interview. Now.
Regardless, I know Jack isn’t going to let me off so easily.
He comes up behind me and presses a tantalizing kiss to my throat. “Will you think of me while you’re at your interview,” he asks, his voice husky and tantalizing.
“Maybe.”
His lips trail higher. “Will you be thinking of my cock?”
His attempt to stall me has me smiling. “I know what you’re doing.”
I feel his lips curve against my throat. “And while you’re talking to your potential new boss, will you be thinking about all the things I’m going to do to you when you get home?” His hands wind around my throat as his lips brush my ear, and my resolve begins to waver. “Yes”
“And when you’re thinking about what I’m going to do to you, are you going to get hot and wet?”
I already am.
“Yes.” I breathe.
His hands slide down to my waist. “And will you think about my big cock sliding in and out of you?”
My nipples tighten.
Damn my traitorous nipples.