Draw (Gentry Boys #1)(43)

“I get that your life has been one long series of battles. But not everything is a fight.” She pressed my hand urgently against her soft left breast, over her heart.

“This,” she said with intensity, “this is already yours.”

I started massaging and she arched into my hand, her heartbeat accelerating. I pushed back from the table, rougher than I’d meant to, and Saylor’s green eyes narrowed. She didn’t back off though, nor did she protest when I pulled her into my arms.

But when I set her down in the middle of the living room and pushed the tee shirt up over her naked hips, she struggled to rise. “Your brothers-“ she sputtered.

“Aren’t here,” I answered curtly, withdrawing my rigid dick. I ran my hands over her, pausing between her legs. She trembled a little and reached for me but I held her off.

“So this is mine?” I asked, fingering her harder. I’d already learned which spot I needed to hit.

“Yes,” she squirmed.

I teased her with a swirling motion and pushed another finger inside. “All of it?”

“Yes! Okay, Cord?”

“Show me, Saylor.”

I thought she would just spread her legs open and pull me in. I underestimated her. Saylor’s eyes flashed with gritty determination and she pushed on my chest with all of her strength. That girl had me straddled and mounted before I could blink.

It was a wild ride and we climaxed together in a slick, clutching fury. She had to leave me a short time later, needing to shower and change before work. We kissed for a tender eternity before I released her.

Saylor touched my face and whispered, “See you later, Cord Gentry.”

I tried to bury the sudden impulse to snatch her back to my side as she pushed her hair behind her ears and gave me one last happy grin.

I hated letting her go. Partly because I knew it wouldn’t be long before I wanted to pound her again. Then partly because I was fearful that the magic of these hours were fleeting, that the ugly realities I knew of the world would conspire against us.

And that it was a battle we would eventually lose.





CHAPTER FIFTEEN


SAYLOR



Brayden was watching for me. He flung open the apartment door when I was still twenty feet away. He stood in the doorway scratching his neck with a smile which said he knew damn well what I’d been doing.

I paused, shrugging. He laughed before wrapping me in a brief hug. I thought about what a blessing it was to have even one person in the world who knew something of your mind without any words passing between you.

My best friend poured me a cup of coffee, sat down at the kitchen table and waited.

“Where’s Millie?”

“She had to go to work. Not everyone can wile away the hours waiting for the prodigal cousin to show up.” Brayden removed his glasses and wiped the lenses on his polo shirt.

“So that’s what you were doing. I suppose you want to hear all the rough and dirty details?”

He wagged a finger. “Don’t be gross, Say. We’re still blood.”

“Tough shit. I’m going to torture you anyway. It was phenomenal, Bray. Awesome. Jesus, I didn’t know there were so many places a guy could put that thing.”

Bray made a show of falling out of his chair and pretending to have acute appendicitis.

“Quit it.” I tapped him lightly with my foot.

He grinned at me from the floor. “I knew you were into him.”

“Right? as always,” I grumbled.

Bray rolled over and got to his feet, settling back in the chair. “Tell me one thing, Saylor. Is he good to you?”

Quick as a flash of lightning my mind’s eye saw every moment I’d been with Cord these past weeks, from the tender to the sour and finally to the passionate.

“He’s good to me,” I said softly. “He is.”

Brayden nodded thoughtfully. “Well that’s the crux of the equation isn’t it?”

“You’re the master engineer. You tell me.”

“What I can tell you is that if the foundation’s not solid there’s no point in fixing anything above it.”

I caught his eye. “You and Millie have a solid foundation.”

He cocked his head curiously. “She told me you’d talked.”

“We did,” I nodded. “We talked. She’s fantastic, Brayden. You don’t need me to say so.”

“No,” he agreed. “I don’t need it. But it’s still nice to hear. And Say? You could do a hell of a lot worse than Cord. I know he’s still got a few rough edges he’s trying to iron out but I see him with you and he’s trying. Trying to be one of the good guys, you know?”

“I do,” I sighed, checking out the kitchen clock. “Look, thanks for waiting around for me. I’ve got to be at work in an hour so I should get in the shower.”

Brayden wrinkled his nose. “Yes,” he said with disdain, “please shower. I’m sure you really need to after last night.”

“Pig,” I shoved him.

“Hey,” he called after me before I closed the door to the bathroom, “you were the one bragging about your man’s creative penile functions.”

I laughed as I stepped under the shower. I felt like I’d just run ten miles after spending a month in bed. It was a good feeling though.