Braydon(69)

“Don’t you dare go out to your truck,” Mack called from behind the bar. “Let me call one of your brothers to come get you.”

Thankfully, the blood returned to all the necessary places as he made his way outside, completely ignoring the verbal tirade going on behind him. Mack could call his brothers, but he’d be long gone before then. His head was spinning just a little and he glanced at his truck, a brief moment of indecision stopping him in his tracks.

He was drunk. There was no doubt about that. He’d been at Moonshiners for the better part of the last three hours, and even when he’d pulled into the parking lot before the sun had started a slow descent in the sky he’d had a healthy buzz.

Now he was seeing two of everything.

Didn’t matter.

Fuck that shit. If he could walk, he could drive.

And as he climbed into his truck, he knew it was a stupid move. But he’d been making a lot of those lately.

What was one more?



JESSIE WAS GOING to spontaneously combust.

The rasp of Braydon’s work-roughened fingers against her thigh was making her crazy. The movie was only a quarter of the way in and he’d already inched his way up her thigh to the point that her dress was now dangerously close to indecent.

“There’s a blanket,” Braydon whispered as he leaned toward her.

Jessie peered over her shoulder, and sure enough there was a blanket folded on the arm of the chair. Debating whether or not to let go of his wandering hand, she finally opted to retrieve the blanket. It was that or possibly get tossed out for public indecency.

Maneuvering the blanket into place didn’t take any time at all, but Braydon was much faster than she was. By the time it was covering her, his hand had effectively wandered between her legs. It was a good thing the volume was up on the movie or their movie-going neighbors would’ve probably been shocked.

Jessie hit the power button to recline the chair back, hoping she looked calm and relaxed as she pretended to pay attention to what was on the screen.

She was so far from calm and relaxed, it was pitiful.

Braydon’s fingers were teasing her gently. He was caressing her mound and every now and then, his finger would slide down between her labia, but he didn’t linger. He was tormenting her.

And it was working.

Thankfully, he ceased his sensual torture for a few minutes as a late-arriving couple came in, taking the seats directly in front of them. The theater had stadium seating, so the pair didn’t obscure Jessie’s view of the screen, although she wasn’t paying much attention to the screen in the first place.

The movie continued on and Jessie tried her best to pay attention. She had actually become somewhat engrossed in what was playing on the screen when Braydon caught her attention by leaning over the center armrest. She leaned in close enough, offering him her ear.

The words that came out of his mouth had her body igniting in a flood of arousal so heady, she thought she was going to come right then and there.

“Put your hand beneath mine. I want to feel you finger your * while you watch the movie.”

It took her a moment to get with the program, but Jessie finally slid her hand beneath his. That was where her nerve dissipated.

Braydon didn’t seem to mind because he used his hand to guide hers, his fingers pressing over hers until she was parting her labia and sliding her fingers through her wet folds. When her own fingers grazed her clit, she nearly came up off the chair. The sensation was magnified by a million because they were in a darkened room surrounded by people. She knew no one could tell what they were doing, but just the thought of someone figuring it out made her body burn hotter.

Part of her was surprised at how bold she was being, allowing Braydon to tease her like that in a public place. The other part of her was still trying to figure out this side of Braydon.

Jessie wasn’t sure she’d ever been this turned on in her life, and Braydon was doing little more than fingering her. Actually, she was fingering herself with his guidance.

She swallowed a moan, reminding herself where they were. She knew she had to be quiet. That was difficult for her because Jessie knew she was particularly loud when it came to sex.

Braydon was still leaning toward her and she hadn’t moved away from him, so when he whispered in her ear, his admission was heard loud and clear.

“God, I wish I could f*ck you right here.”

Holy crap.

“I’d pull you on my lap and slide my cock right into your sweet *.”

Jessie nodded absently. Apparently she wished that as well.

But they were in public, so that wasn’t about to happen.

Her mind was coming up with plenty of ways for them to sneak away and find a secluded place to do exactly that when Braydon’s finger slid deep inside of her *, making her gasp. He held it there for a moment and then began to shallowly thrust inside of her. His palm was pressed against her hand, which caused her fingers to apply pressure to her clit. She knew if he kept this up, she was going to come in the middle of a crowded movie theater.

The best part of all . . . she really didn’t care.





chapter SEVENTEEN

Braydon really wasn’t sure how they managed to make it through the movie without him coming in his jeans. As the movie played on, he had fingered Jessie until she came. Three times.

Every time he felt her body tense up around his finger, her hand gripping his arm, his cock had jerked.