Brazen (Brazen #1)(24)

“Will you let me taste you?” she whispered. “Will you come in my mouth like I came in yours?”

He let out a string of curses. He sounded like a man who was losing the last vestige of control. In answer to her question, he surged upward, burying his c**k in her mouth. His hand tightened in her hair as he held her in place.

His other hand found the hem of her nightshirt and he pulled upward. “Take it off,” he muttered. “I want to see you.”

She released his c**k and rocked back on her heels. Her hands fumbled with his as they both yanked at her shirt. She pulled it over her head and tossed it to the floor.

Zane stared at her, his eyes glittering as his gaze fastened on her br**sts. “Come here, baby. I want to taste them.”

He pulled her forward, angling his mouth so that her nipple slid between his seeking lips. Pleasure rocketed through her abdomen, tightening her pu**y until she squirmed.

“Like candy,” he murmured. “So sweet and delicate.” He nibbled at the rigid tip then coaxed her over so he could lap at the other.

She threaded her hand into his thick hair, holding him against her. His mouth, so hot and wet, sucked avidly at her breast and sent delicious shivers down her spine.

Then he released her, and he pushed impatiently at her shoulders, guiding her back down to his cock. “Finish it,” he said huskily. “Make me come.”

She lowered her head, once again grasping his cock, and guided it to her mouth. She closed her eyes and sucked him deep, allowing herself to revel in his taste and feel.

“That’s it,” he moaned. He stroked her hair, touched her face, feathered his fingers across her jaw as he pumped his hips up and down.

As she took him deep, his hands glided down her body to cup her br**sts. He rolled her ni**les between his fingers, alternating cupping the small globes with thumbing her stiff peaks.

“I’m going to come, baby. If you don’t want me to come in your mouth, you need to move,” he said in a strained voice.

She ignored him and sucked harder. She moved her hand from the base of his c**k and wrapped her fingers around his sac. She loved the feel of the soft, puckered skin dotted with fine hairs. His balls tightened and rolled as she lightly squeezed.

His hand curled around the base of her neck and held her firmly in place as he buried himself one last time. Warm, salty fluid spurted into her mouth.

It felt thick and creamy as it spilled onto her tongue. She’d never experienced anything so erotic. She swallowed, opening her mouth so he could go deeper. She wanted him. All of him.

Finally he slumped back onto the bed, sliding from her mouth in the process. She stared up at him, and he stared back with lazy contentment. He reached out a thumb and wiped his fluid from her lips.

“Beautiful,” he murmured. “So f**king wild and beautiful. I hope to God you never change.”

She curled herself into his embrace, melting against his hard body. He wrapped his arms around her and rolled until they lay side by side.

“Don’t make me go,” she whispered. “Hold me just for tonight.”

He leaned forward and kissed her softly on the lips. “We can’t do this, Jaz.”

She wanted to argue. Wanted to point out that there was no reason they couldn’t other than his own personal hang-ups and the fact that Seth had probably already laid down the law. But she also knew she was going to have to be patient. Zane and Seth were worth it to her. It would take time, and she didn’t want to push too hard too fast and ruin her chance at happiness.

So she nuzzled into his chest, closing her eyes as the warmth of his embrace bled into her body. “Then be angry at me tomorrow,” she said. “But for tonight, I don’t want to be alone.”

Chapter Ten

Seth knew before he ever opened Zane’s door that he shouldn’t go looking for trouble. Still, he was compelled to see if Jasmine was once again in Zane’s bed. It was early, not even light, and when he’d peeked in on Jasmine, he’d found her bed empty.

But he wasn’t prepared for the sight that greeted him. Jasmine, naked, curled up next to Zane, who was also—naked.

His fingers clenched the knob and anger buzzed over him in a white hot flash. Zane’s arm was thrown possessively over Jasmine, and his hand cupped one of her br**sts. His cheek rested against her dark hair, and both were sound asleep.

He felt—betrayed.

Before he did something he knew he’d regret, he retreated, shutting the door behind him. He stood outside Zane’s door for a long moment, trying to control the anger, and if he were honest, the jealousy that was fast taking over his rationality.

He stalked down the stairs and headed outside. His fists were still clenched, and he willed himself to calm down. He had no right to be pissed. He’d pushed Jasmine away. Been cruel to her. On purpose. She had every right to find comfort elsewhere.

But a large part of him was angry that she’d found it so soon. And with his brother.

What a goddamn mess.

He began unloading sacks of seed from the trailer, hoisting them to his shoulder and tossing them down in a row inside the shed. He worked mechanically, trying to numb his raw emotions.

He barely noticed sunrise, and only stopped to drag an arm over his damp brow when the sun had been up a good hour. His shoulders and arms ached from the continual lifting and tossing. But he only had a few sacks left.