He shifts his leg between mine, and I can’t stop from rubbing against him just for the much-needed friction. With his hands tight on my hips, he lifts me up and prompts my legs around his waist. It puts him right in the perfect position if only there weren’t so many clothes in the way. As the kiss deepens, I sear my fingers through his thick, soft hair and hold him to me. A slight rumble in his chest results, and he juts his hips toward me. I rub against him circling my hips to feel him in the right spot. We both inhale sharply and deeply every few seconds because we don’t want the kiss to break. I don’t think either of us ever want to stop.
We both want more than this, though, so he pushes me from the wall and walks off blindly. I wrap my arms around his neck and grab his shoulders to hold on, trying not to be surprised by how easy he carries me up steps and down another hall. He sets me down, and I sway a little as I hold onto him, and he breaks the kiss.
Our heavy breathing fills the room, and I only have a second to look around. It must be his bedroom. The bed is larger than a king, the bedding matches the brown leather couch in the small sitting area off to the side. It suits him, but I don’t have much time to appreciate it before I’m focused back on him.
Brant walks to the end of the room and flips on a light, a very dim one. His smirk is delicious as he looks at me, and I half smile back. I’m far too keyed up and dizzied on wine to focus on anything but him. I embrace my needs as a woman with no time for real dating or relationships, just to have fun. Brant, he’s fun for now.
He starts undoing his buttons, and I bite my lip as I take in more and more of his chiseled body appearing before me. The shirt gets discarded, and my eyes go crazy grazing over his broad chest and raised pecs down to his rigid abdomen, tight with defined muscles and speckled with dark hair under his belly button disappearing into his low-rise jeans held up with an expensive-looking brown belt. I lick my lips, very obviously, and meet his eyes again.
“Your turn.” His voice is deep, a rumble in the room. His voice is like honey, though—wild and rugged, but sweet and smooth. Maybe he does voice-overs or something.
I giggle once and reach for the clasp of my dress but turn around as it falls, and he chuckles. I kick off my heels and then face him again in just my strapless bra and matching black panties.
“You know what they say about black panties?” Brant steps forward and surrounds me with his scent again—expensive cologne, masculine and tinged with his natural scent.
I arch my brow up at him. “I might.”
He chuckles and absently twirls my hair around his finger as he backs me into one of the columns of the bed. His four-poster bed seems so extravagant but not for a man like him. My back hits the wooden post, and I’m pressed against him once again.
I reach up to kiss him, and he swiftly sweeps his tongue inside to dance with mine. I grow weary, awake with desire but just along for the ride he is taking me on. His hands dance across my body bringing every inch of me to life. My breath hitches against his lips when he tugs the strap of my bra and gets it off in one movement. My breasts fall between us, and my nipples tighten at the cool air and the warmth of his chest. Brant breaks the kiss and goes for them instead. I bring my chest forward to his hands when his palms graze over them, and then he squeezes them before he pinches both my nipples, and I hiss in response.
He grins at me, his eyes dancing like he is up to no good and circles his thumbs around my nipples. I feel my body start to quake, a rumbling inside of me leading up to something I know will bring my entire body to life. I reach out for him clutching the waistband of his jeans. I curl my fingers inside the front and feel the hot skin of his cock against them, and he grunts in response. His lips seal over mine as I fumble to get his jeans off. He teases my nipples until they are hard as diamonds, and my breasts swell from the stimulation. He steps out of his jeans and then suddenly stops and pulls away. Then he lifts me and drops me onto the bed, and I shriek in response.
Brant chuckles and climbs over me. He gets between my legs on his knees. He doesn’t look away from me as his hands trace over my thighs and up my legs so close to where I want to feel him the most. I feel like I have soaked through my panties by now, but the black hides it well. His eyes trace over my body too, and I rest my hands on my stomach. Brant makes a face and takes my hand, raising it to his face as his eyes meet mine. He sucks my fingers in his mouth, all while looking into my eyes, and I feel every sensation in my throbbing sex, just begging to be touched.
“Should I keep your hand?”
I shake my head slowly, and he grins before lowering it back but stopping at my breasts. He sets my hand over my breast and draws my fingertips over my nipple, and I get the idea. I do the same with the other on my own, and his gaze darkens even more as he watches me.
Brant takes my thighs and draws them together before he takes my panties and pulls them away. He tosses them over his shoulder and focuses back on me drawing my legs back apart to reveal my bare sex. When his right hand goes to touch me, I almost erupt immediately and reach out with both hands to grasp his strong forearms. He snickers to himself watching as his fingers draw between my slick folds and over my throbbing clit. I absorb every sweet, yet painful cry for more that my body makes and open my eyes to memorize just how perfect he looks right now, so concentrated on me, his jawline tight and lips pursed.
“Brant…” I aimlessly beg for more.
He glances at me. His eyes are so intense it makes me shiver even more. He moves his hand faster using one and then two fingers to drive inside of me and reach that sweet spot without even trying. I moan loud, a squeal catching in my throat and echoing in the room.
My back arches up, my hips drawing closer to him. As his other hand closes over my breast and teases my nipple, I look up to the ceiling and feel just like the circle design mixing together into spiraling lines as I spiral closer and closer to a soul-fetching orgasm. I can already feel it building up inside and waiting to overtake me.
Brant continues using his thumb to work my clit as his fingers work inside of me. His mouth joins his other hand in attacking my breasts using almost every erogenous zone in my body to their limit.
“Brant… I… whoa.” I don’t know what I mean to say, and I don’t get the chance to before he kisses me.
Just like before except so much more intense, I feel our desire just boiling into each other and drawing on each other. I clench around his fingers, throb under his thumb, and fall into him fully before an orgasm washes over me that seems to build and build even more. The deep warmth inside of me erupts slowly and washes over to cascade back down into an even more blinding explosion. I barely recognize the way I scream in pleasure, so taken by the way my body has reacted to Brant’s endless, expert touch.
He kisses me between my heavy pants, slipping his fingers out of me. His hand wraps around my back, and he moves me up dropping me softly down onto the bed. His hips wedge me under him, his cock rubs against me under his boxers, and I move to get them off. His eyes meet mine with a look like he knows he just nearly ended me with an orgasm. I bite back a smile, but he doesn’t, his grin is wide and lights up his eyes as he has me under his spell again so fast.
I tug his boxers away and gape at his cock nudging against my thigh. My hands trail down his abdomen, his heat seeping through his trail of hair leading to his trimmed hair above his cock, dark tan and so thick, and my fingers don’t meet as I wrap them around his base. Brant growls and moves his hips toward me as I pump him slowly. His tip moistens over, and I continue. I look at him as I bite my lip, and he stares into my eyes like he is ready to ravish me, and I realize I am ready for it too. So, so ready.
“Cora,” he grunts my name, and I shiver at the sound. He cups my face roughly, taking my jaw between his fingers and sliding his tongue into my mouth. I suck greedily, and he groans again. “Fuck.” He moves away, and it’s like all my heat is gone when he gets off the bed to rummage in his bedside table.
I just lay there and wait,
then watch as he rolls a condom on and then pounces on me again. Our kiss is intense, my lips burn at his roughness, and my jaw becomes sore with how deeply he kisses me, our tongues fighting to taste the other even more. My fingers latch onto his hair feeling the softness between them before I move down over his shoulders holding his broad back as he lets his body hover over mine.
He widens my legs, pulls back to hold my thighs as he looks down at us when he slips himself inside of me, inch by inch. A tight fit I thought was impossible, but he got farther and farther with each small movement. He inches his hips forward more and more until he is fully sheathed inside of me.
We both hiss at the feeling as he pauses there. I moan and hold him back closer to me as his lips trail over my neck, up to my jaw, and then he kisses me. Our lips are over each other feeling every throb of the other. I buck my hips, and he inches out again to fall into an even rhythm. My body molds to him so easily, and only pleasure ensues from his thick cock filling me over and over.
His hips rub over my clit as he holds himself over me on his forearms. His hair falls over his brows clenched together with his lips parted. God, he’s so beautiful. My nails rake down his back as the pleasure almost grows painful as I have to take it out on someone. And I try very hard not to cry out too loud to make him even more smug, but there is no point in trying not to. It feels too good, way too good. The connection is instant and way too strong just to be chance, but it’s there, and it’s all I want right now.
“Brant… Brant…” My breath hitches with my orgasm, a sharp gasp escapes me, and steals my sight as I see stars. I struggle through my erratic pants beyond the short gasps of air that find their way through.
Brant starts to groan, and his breath seizes in his chest as he clutches my hips to the point of pain as he comes. I feel his cock twitch and almost wish we didn’t need condoms so I could feel him coming inside of me. He doesn’t move right away. We feel the weight and heat of each other before he rolls aside and gets up to dispose of the condom.
I shift up on the bed to lay against the pillow covering myself halfway with a duvet.
“Are you falling asleep?” Brant chuckles and lays next to me doing nothing about his nakedness. He leans up on his elbow to smirk down at me.
I smile slightly and lick my swollen lips. I honestly feel like I’m floating.
“No.”
His eyes kind of twinkle in the dim lights, and I try not to swoon. I think I fail.
“You speak fluent Spanish,” he says in an ‘I didn’t know’ way. I feel my cheeks heat realizing how lost I must have been in all the pleasure.
“Only certain times,” I murmur.
I only learned because my mom never knew how to speak English. I learned English in school and since my dad didn’t know much either, I mostly spoke Spanish at home. But he didn’t ask me all of that, and even if he did, I don’t think I would have said.
“Like?” He leans in and brushes my arm with his fingertips.
“Hmm. If I’m mad or distracted.”
“I’m guessing you weren’t mad.” He licks his lips. Smug.
“Shut up.” I giggle.
He smiles at me and kisses me once. My eyes flutter closed and threaten not to open again. I almost wish I could stay the night, or that I would even stay the night. But I knew I wasn’t planning to start anything up. This was just something fun and new to do… someone new to do it with who wasn’t crazy or worked in a courthouse so long they had sex like it was a trial.
My body wants more of it, but my head knows that when I look into Brant’s eyes, I have to trust the feeling in my gut that tells me one time has to be enough.
7
Brant
I almost didn’t let Cora get into her car, she seemed half asleep. But I couldn’t convince her or myself that I could keep my hands off her for the rest of the night. Not that I wanted to anyway.
Cora kept my head spinning long after she left, and my house was empty again. It just seemed like the place felt different when she was here, something I couldn’t place yet. Once I cleaned up the living room and outside, it was too late to do anything else. I was tired enough to go to sleep, but instead, I decided to distract my mind from going elsewhere by writing down some of my thoughts.
My head has been swarming with them since I saw Cora the first time. It isn’t just how beautiful she is. God, is she beautiful, so striking and damn near glowing. I want to say it’s because I haven’t thought of writing a song about a girl since high school, but I’m way too old for simple thoughts like that.
She is the first thing I’ve fixated on since the tour and I got clean. My old therapist would say it isn’t wise to place that kind of control in another person, and while she may be right, it’s way too late. I’m filling in pages of my notepad already putting my feelings into words. It is mostly scribble. Even I can’t understand it, let alone anyone else. I have always written my own songs and had little input from anyone on my team. The music composition I do myself too. If I were to make any of these into songs to release, then I wouldn’t let anyone touch them.
I can only keep myself so busy for so long. Maybe I shouldn’t have had any alcohol at all because all I want to do now is finish a bottle of vodka instead of a bottle of wine. Alcohol was never my vice. Drugs… I was a walking stereotype on my last tour. Taking something at least every other hour and even more before I had a show. I met the wrong people and was in a bad place after my dad died. When I decided to get help, no one judged me for it. My executive assistant was the only one who knew, and she kept it out of the media despite the prying questions. I could never tell her how thankful I was for her help.
But now, I’m reluctant to tell her what I’m even thinking right now. She would have me back in AA with another sponsor so fast my head would spin. That’s why she didn’t really bat an eye when I told her I wasn’t going on tour right away, and that I needed this time off.
For some reason, I had to meet Cora too. I don’t care what she said, there is no way shit ends here. I want to be with her—more than sex, more than evasive conversation, and more than writing songs about her like a bum.
Two a.m. I must be old because my bones tell me to get some rest. I shower and lay in bed smiling at Cora’s scent still on the pillows—like cream and berries, maybe hibiscus mixed with vanilla. I get a fitful night’s sleep made worse by my phone going off before it’s even seven in the morning. I don’t remember any meetings, so I have half a mind to ignore it but recognize it as the ringtone I set to when my family calls.
“Hello?” I answer blindly. Literally, my eyes are still closed.
“You sound like a fucking chain smoker.”
“It’s… the sun isn’t even up, Evan. What do you want?” I know his nasally voice anywhere.
“I can’t call and check on you?”
“Not at six fucking thirty in the morning,” I growl. The sleep has already left my eyes so they’re wide open, and I’m annoyed.
“Sorry,” he says, as insincerely as possible. “Since you’re off tour, I figure you could manage a visit back here. What with your platinum record and everything, we have a lot to celebrate.”
I almost smile. “What else is there?”
“Uh, our kid brother getting married is one.”
“That’s in a year.”
“No, three months. Or four.”
“Oh. Shit.”
I sit up rubbing the funk out of my eyes and yawn. The cold air hits my chest, and I get a sudden feeling I wish I wasn’t alone in bed. If I tried a little harder, I’d have gotten Cora to stay. Cora, the first thing I think about in the morning. That’s less than ideal.
“Yeah. What have you been up to?”
“Resting.”
He snorts. “Old man.”
I chuckle. Thirty-five isn’t that old… to some.
“How is the company?” I ask him.
“Good. We want to expand, so we’re working on hiring a new PR team.”
; “Expanding? How much bigger can it get?” My dad’s company has done well for a long time since before I was even born, I think.
We all, I mean my brothers and I, went to work for him at some point to see how the company ran and whatnot. Only Evan, Carson, and Holden actually work for the company now. We all have our own shares but don’t do anything with them. I wasn’t lacking for money when he died, so I just kept his money in a trust. Maybe I would need it some day or find something good to do with it.
“Did you fall back asleep, hello?” Evan resurfaces.
“Oh. No. what did you say?”
He laughs. “I said we need a better presence. No business does well these days without social media.”
“All right.” I heard the same thing about myself, but I decided against it because of my family. Fletcher and I have a fan base, mine is larger, but it doesn’t mean our entire family should be dragged into it too.
“You don’t care.”
“Not particularly. Hard to care about anything this early.”
“You musicians… I wake up at four-thirty every day.”
I make a face. “What the hell for?” My bladder is screaming a storm, so I get up and put him on speaker to take care of it.
“Work out before I get to the office, clear my head.”
I flush and wash my hands before I brush. “You’re the only one that crazy, I’d bet money. How is Mom?” My words are muffled, but he still understands me.
“She’s good. Doing better, I think. We’ve been trying to get her to retire.”
I laugh. “That will never happen.” Our mom has been a teacher her entire adult life. She loves teaching those little junior high assholes. I don’t know why, but she has always been that way—a good teacher, a good person.
That’s why all the stuff with Alec and his dad came as a complete surprise. But there was nothing my brothers or I could do about it. Things had already been done, and we were in no position to question whatever choices she made.
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