Cowgirls Don't Cry(81)

“You’re funny. I’m looking for a recipe for a pear tart. I’ve got all these ripe pears I need to use up.

And you seem to like sweet stuff.”


“Mmm. I can think of one sweet thing in particular I like to eat. A lot.”


Jessie blushed.

“I love it when you blush.”


“I know, it gives me some color and I don’t look so pasty white.”


Brandt slapped her butt. “Don’t say shit like that or I will spank you and turn your other cheeks red.

It’s sexy as hell how you’ll let me do anything to your body that I want, but if I talk about it, you blush. But since you’re usually dressed when I’m teasin’ you, I wanna know if that blush covers your whole body.”


He kissed the section of skin below her ear. “So let’s find out. Take your pants off.”


“What? You can’t possibly be—”


“Oh, I’m completely serious. And if you don’t take them off, I will.” He nipped her ear. “Now.”


“But—”


“Huh-uh. You’ve got about three seconds.”


Heart pounding, Jessie peeled down the yoga pants and kicked them aside.

He murmured, “Good to see you’re goin’ commando now.”


“You’re a bad influence on me, Brandt McKay.”


“I beg to differ.” His fingers traced the bottom edge of her lacy camisole, from the left side of her waist to the right side, causing her belly muscles to ripple inside and out. He gripped the edges and said,

“Lift your arms,” removing her camisole.

It was weird standing buck-ass nekkid in her kitchen, especially since Brandt was fully clothed. She started to turn around, but he boxed her in.


“Stay like this.” He slid her hands to the edge of the countertop, slipping his knee between her legs in a signal to widen her stance. “Perfect.”


“Brandt—”


“Trust me, Jess?”


It took about ten seconds, but she nodded.

“Good. Close your eyes. Relax.”


She let her eyes drift shut, but she was in no way relaxed. His body shifted as he reached for something on the counter. Then his wonderfully rough hand glided down her bare stomach, stopping to cover her mound. His fingers stroked her cleft, teasing her folds until she felt herself growing wet, heavy with need.

His fingers vanished. Before she could protest, a cool, round object connected with her clit and she gasped, “What is that?”


“No fair peeking. Keep your eyes closed.” Brandt steadily dragged it up and down her slit in a smooth glide that followed the contour of her sex from top to bottom. He whispered, “Does it feel good?”


“Yes.”


His lips feathered hot, moist kisses across her neck. He circled her clit, never too hard, or too soft, exacting the ideal amount of pressure to keep her wanting more. Then he’d slide it down to the juncture of her thighs, using her slick juices to slide back up.

Jessie noticed the rounded object was no longer cool, but warmed from friction against her body. It didn’t feel as hard. It’d become soft, pliable.

“Imagine this is my cock riding your slit.” He arced it from the opening of her body, up to the top of her pubic bone. Each stroke faster. Shorter. His breath stirred her hair and she had no problem imagining it was Brandt’s cock gently driving her toward orgasm.