ADDICT (Kenshaw Ranch Book 1)

by Piper Frost

  "You left your underwear on the kitchen floor last night," I whisper, letting my fingers trail down her wet pussy. "I grabbed them this morning. They're mine now. Second pair I own of yours." When she opens her mouth to bitch at me for stealing her shit, I press two fingers inside her and her head falls back to the couch.

  I glance over at the peanut butter and grin to myself. Keeping my fingers pressing all the right spots inside her, I reach over and grab the jar without her noticing. With one hand I swipe out a good amount and kneel over her, spreading it on one nipple, then the other, before immediately dipping my head to suck them clean.

  "Oh my fuck!" she blurts and glares at me, not sure how to react, but judging by her words, she didn't not like it.

  "I told you it tastes better on you." I dip my finger back into the jar then swipe some on her hip. Capturing her gaze, I curl my fingers inside her as I dip and lick the long streak of peanut butter.

  "I don't fucking care if you have to cover me in it, just don't stop licking me," she demands, her breathing picking up while I continue to finger her.

  "That's the best demand that's ever fallen from those sweet lips," I murmur, swiping more between her tits and curling my fingers again to hit that one spot that makes her go crazy.

  When I dip my finger again, I realize the jar's empty and chuckle. "We killed the peanut butter." I toss the jar and huff. "I guess that's it for the sex tonight." I smirk at the look on her face.

  "You're going to fuck me with or without the peanut butter, farm boy." She grabs my arm and starts pulling me up her body.

  I chuckle and move so I'm hovering over her. "Jo?"

  "What?" she moans while I keep pumping my fingers.

  "Can we get you on some birth control? What we did in the barn a few weeks ago, I need that. Maybe with a little less of a mess for my dad to see." I’ve fantasized about being bare inside her again, fucking her hard in the barn, it hasn’t happened since.

  She groans and covers my mouth with both hands while I laugh. "Brandt, don't. Don't talk about your dad right now." I meet her lips that reach for mine. "I'll figure out how to get birth control, but you know it’s condom until I do."

  "Understood. Just don't forget." Hopping off the couch, I head to her bedroom since it's closer. Gripping my dick, I walk toward her and hold a condom out. "Would you like to do the honors?"

  "You seem to have the condom fetish." She chuckles and drops to her knees, her mouth sliding over me before she places the condom.

  "I have a you fetish." I grab her ass with both hands and lift her. Her legs wrap around me and I sit on the couch, letting her sink down over me. "Fuck, Jo."

  She whimpers and pushes her forehead to mine while her eyes close. Her hips start rocking, her pussy tightens around my dick, and her lips press to mine. I hold her tight to me; each time she rocks back I feel like I could blow already. I shift us and lie back on the couch to get a better view of her fucking me. When she gasps and her eyes lock with me once she realizes how much deeper my dick hits when she's on top, she starts riding me faster. Her fingertips rest on my stomach while her hips thrust back and forth. With her eyes closed, she lets her head fall back. She's so fucking gorgeous like this I’d hate to end it but fuck, her pussy's milking me.

  "Turn around," I groan, gripping her thighs.

  She gives me a weird look then narrows her eyes. "As in don't face you?"

  I chuckle "Trust me. Reverse cowgirl. Probably the only time in your life you'll be one hundred percent okay with being a cowgirl." I push her leg over and spin her. When she starts to pivot her hips, I hear her moan and her hands hit my thighs, gripping hard.

  "Fuck," she breathes and her head drops, her hair falls over her shoulders to my legs while she pumps harder and faster, moaning with every thrust.

  "Fuck, Jo. Shit, I can't hold off much longer," I moan, holding tight to her waist. "You gonna come on my dick, city girl?"

  "Yeah," she whimpers, trying to keep rhythm. I grab her hips, holding her still and start pumping so she doesn't have to and she can focus on coming before I fucking lose it. "Oh god," she gasps and I feel the prick of her nails digging into my flesh before that vibrating starts in her body. She blurts something and my eyes widen when she lifts her hips up and I feel the wetness of her orgasm slide out and cover me.

  "Fuck!" I lose it. Completely and utterly, this girl's pussy has brought me the strongest orgasms I've ever experienced and I yell things even I don't understand. "Holy fuck," I pant, trying to wrap my head around what just happened. "Jo, did you just...squirt?"

  She's panting still, my dick still deep inside her and her hands still tight on my legs.

  "I...guess." She slowly looks over her shoulder at me like she's embarrassed and whispers, "Sorry."

  "I—" I've never done that to a girl before. "Shit, Jo," I blurt. "Come here." I pull her back to me and she twists just as I slam my lips to hers. "That was heaven. That was...hell, I can't even explain how amazing that was."

  "You make me come so fucking hard." She huffs then chuckles and presses her mouth to mine. "And I think it's on the couch," she says over my lips, but not making a move to get off me.

  "We'll flip the cushion." I chuckle. "No one will ever know." Kissing her temple, I take a deep breath, not letting go of her. "You wanna hit up the lake tonight? I think there's some people heading out there."

  "Um." She shifts off me and grabs her shorts then t-shirt. "You can, but I don't really want to go out. I'll be here when you get back." She heads for her room.

  I sit up and watch her ass until it disappears then let my head fall back onto the couch. This girl's taken over my goddamned house, mind, and…dare I say…heart and now that she’s here I really don't want her to leave. It scares me that she still randomly talks about life like it something she's just gonna wake up one day and walk away from. And it scares me even more that she may not even make it to that deciding day if my brother gets ahold of her.

  I walk across the house after I hear her shower turn on and check my phone. It’s a brand new phone that just came yesterday because my old one wasn't fixable after Cash smashed it a few weeks ago. Imagine that, Cash ruining something else in my life. First it was the day I was born because we share a birthday. Then my pet hamster when I was six. Then it was a bike I got for Christmas when I was twelve. There's a countless number of shit. Now it's onto technology and if I don't stop whatever he's hell bent on doin’, it'll be my girl.

  I have a few texts from Bo and the crew about coming out tonight, but I really don't feel like it. I want to be here. With her. Or I want to be out there at the lake but only if Jo comes too. Call me an idiot, but I'm set sitting home with her and not doing much of anything. I’d love if she wanted to go out and embrace what I like to do, but she hasn’t wanted to so far and it hasn’t bothered me yet.

  I shoot back a quick text to Bo.

  Brandt: Not up to it tonight.

  It’s not a lie. It's not like me though, because I'm with the crew every birthday. But if Bo was listening closely the night we fought Cash, he knows full well what's goin' on between Jo and me, but he's smart enough not to say anything. He hasn’t said anything to me about it yet.

  I set my phone down and glance at Jo's room. I toss my jeans on, leaving the buckle undone. The shower isn't going anymore so I grin and grab my Stetson from the hook on the wall and walk in, leaning on the doorframe for her as she swings open the bathroom door.

  "Someone call for a super sexy cowboy?" I ask, grinning.

  She laughs and walks toward me. "I hate I find it sexy as hell. And I don't mean the hat, I just mean the cowboy." Her arms wrap around my neck.

  "The hat's part of the whole package, sweetheart." I press my lips to hers and she laughs.

  "I accept the whole package." She kisses me again then pulls away and starts to towel dry her hair. "You gonna head out?"

  "Nah," I answer. "Kinda just wanna chill here tonight." With you. Because I want to do everything with you. "Ho
pe you won't mind the company."

  She lifts an eyebrow and glances at me. "I don't. But...if you're just hanging here because you think you need to baby me, you don't."

  "Shit, woman." I laugh. "You're not good at taking a hint are you?" I yank her against me and press my lips to her collarbone. "I want to hang out with you, Jo. No one else but you."

  "I like that idea. But incase you haven’t noticed, I'm not one of those girlfriends that expects you to ditch your friends for me, and I’ve noticed you’ve been doing that a lot lately." Her teeth clamp to my ear before she moans, "You smell good."

  "It's my cowboy label cologne I get in my subscription box every month."

  "Stop." She laughs pushing away from me and going to her drawer. "So movie or something?"

  "Sure. You eat anything yet? I'm kinda hungry. I skipped family dinner tonight 'cause I wanted to get my chores done." I frown when she slips on a pair of underwear. "Hey, I'm not a fan of these clothes. Just to let ya know." I pout out my bottom lip when she slides a tank top over her head, hiding her perky tits.

  With a chuckle she says, "I'm not a fan of getting caught by your dad or Donna. It's still their house and Donna sure as hell thinks she can go anywhere she pleases at any time. At eleven I woke up to her touching my hair. At first I thought it was you and almost moaned your name." Her wide eyes peg me. “That woulda been awkward.” When she walks past me, her fingers trail across my stomach. "I'll make us something to eat."

  "Oh shit, but that reminds me." I follow her to the kitchen. "Maybe uh...tomorrow we could do dinner? With them?" I rub the back of my neck because I haven't told Jo about my birthday yet. "I uh...I also have the day off tomorrow if you're free to do...somethin'."

  "Wait, first, you want to have dinner with them? Like all of us? Why? You don't plan on telling them, do you?" she blurts, her eyes wide while she holds a frozen dinner in her hands.

  "No. God no. Not...no." I shake my head. "My dad just mentioned how it'd be nice if you would join us for breakfast once in a while. I know you and your love of sleep so I kinda figured that's not happening. So dinner it is." I shrug and fail to mention the whole fact that my dad's pretty much dead set on forcing her to come. I figure making her go willingly is better than forcing her against her will.

  She frowns and pops the plate of frozen lasagna in the microwave. "I really don't want to, Brandt."

  "Oh come on, Jo," I whisper, moving closer and wrapping my arms around her from behind. "Do it for me?" I let my hand slide under her shirt and find her tit, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Please?" I whisper in her ear and I feel her whole body sigh when my fingers pinch her nipple.

  With a quiet moan, she reaches back to my neck and presses her ass against me. "For you." Turning her head, she kisses my chin and her hands slide up the back of my neck up to my hat and I freeze, waiting for her to throw it in the stove and catch it ablaze. But when she puts it on her own head, I can't stop the smile from spreading wide. And other body parts start to react just seeing her semi-embrace it. Sure, it's just a damn hat but that's the most interest she's shown.

  "Do you know how sexy this is right now?" I press my lips to her shoulder and push her against the counter.

  Just as I'm about to say screw dinner, let's fuck again, there's a knock on the back door that makes both of us go rigid.

  "You expectin' someone, Jo?" I whisper, wide eyes and scared to death they're gonna look in this kitchen window and it's gonna freak Jo out so bad she’ll start talking about splitting.

  She puts my hat back on my head then shoves me away and rolls her eyes before darting out of the kitchen and to her room. I hear the doors click closed and furrow my brows. I hate having her closed off right now, but she ain't wearing pants, and the peaks of her nipples were coming right through that tiny tank top.

  I toss my hat then pick up my shirt and throw it on, buckling my pants before swinging the door open.

  "The hell you guys doin here?" I ask, pasting on fake excitement for my friends.

  Bo grins and holds up two cases of beer. "It's your birthday celebration. Like we do every year. You can't skip out just 'cause you're tired, man." He pushes past me and my eyes fly to Jo's bedroom doors because behind them is a girl I want really fuckin' bad. All by myself tonight. Not with everyone else here.

  "Yeah." I rub the back of my neck. "Hey, Kinlee," I say, trying to look happy that there's a crew piling in the back door, but I'm more annoyed that I didn't even get a heads up.

  Chase walks in and when his twin sister Fiona follows, I try not to scowl but apparently Bo caught it.

  "She was already hanging with us, man. I couldn't not invite her. Here. Have a beer." He shoves a bottle into my hand and I take a long swig.

  Fiona and I only fucked once. And ever since then she's thought I owe her something like a relationship. I've been ignoring her because she's too damn clingy and when Jo showed up, I’ve really only been thinking about her. Now Fi’s here, with a smirk on her face like she's gonna get lucky tonight. All the while the girl I really want to fuck is hiding in her room and probably won't make an appearance tonight because she doesn't like hanging out like this. That, and you know, she's my fucking step sister and we can't let on that we're together.

  "It'll be fine." I take another long swig and walk into the kitchen.

  "You were making yourself frozen lasagna? The night before your birthday you're eating a meal like this?" Kinlee spins. "Let's get you somethin' a little more acceptable." Her eyes twinkle and all I can think about is peanut butter.

  I just want to be eating peanut butter. Off of my step sister.

  "I'm fine. I got beer now." I take another swig.

  "Where's your sister?" She glances around the house and looks at me confused. "She still lives here, right?"

  "Yep." I nod. "She's hiding in her room. Prolly sleeping. Maybe you should leave her alone." I try to change the subject, but I can't think about much else except Jo right now.

  "I'll get her out. It's your birthday! We need to party!" Kinlee chirps and I groan.

  She's gonna be pissed that I didn't tell her about my birthday. And that these guys just dropped in. And the fact that Chase just turned up the country music loud and it's gonna give Jo a twitch.

  It's useless stopping Kinlee once she's on a mission, so I watch and wait for the fight to ensue the minute she barges into Jo's room. Jo ain’t gonna be happy about any of this, and I don't blame her. I’m not thrilled with it either.

  "Hey, you," Fiona purrs when I walk into the living room. "Birthday boy." She stands and walks over to me, her hand sliding down my arm and I bring my beer to my lips to shrug it off.

  "That's me." I take another swig and my beer's already gone. Perfect. At this rate I'll be stumbling drunk before I can even apologize to Jo for tonight's 'us night' turning into a fuckin' party.

  "I brought you somethin' tonight." Fiona bats her eyes and I realize she's wearing jean shorts that could qualify as underwear. "I can give it to you in your bedroom."

  I chuckle and shake my head. Just as I'm about to turn her down, Jo's door opens and Kinlee comes walking out with a smile on her face. "Let the party begin!" she yells, walking over and turning the music louder.

  I can't take my eyes off Jo though. She's not scowling... Quite the opposite actually. I'm not sure what's more unnerving. Wondering if I pissed her off and expecting the scowl, or watching her play this game that she loves nights like tonight. It's eerie seeing her this...social.

  Jo's eyes land on me then dart to Fiona who's standing practically pressed against my side. She's still smiling as she walks up then grabs the sleeve of my t-shirt and pulls me into the kitchen.

  "Way to not tell me it's your birthday." She chuckles and grabs a bag from the counter. "I’m surprised Donna didn’t even mention it.” Grabbing two glasses, she fills them both halfway before handing one to me. “Let's do shots."

  "Uh..." I watch her hold the shot out for me and shake my head. "You're not supposed to be
doing this." I take both shots and set them on the counter. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you about my birthday. It's not a big deal. But don't start drinking now just because you're pissed tonight turned into this."

  "Oh god, Brandt." She laughs and her eyes dart toward the living room. "I'm not pissed. I can't fuckin' be pissed! It's your fucking birthday!" She looks at the glasses again then grabs them and holds one out to me. "I can't drink. But you can. So...cheers." She holds up the glass and the second Kinlee walks into the kitchen, Jo grabs her wrist. "Do this shot with Brandt." Jo's eyes lock on me and I can't tell if she's serious. She doesn't look pissed but how the hell can I be sure?

  Kinlee squeals and takes the shot glass eagerly. "Yay! Birthday shots!" She nudges Jo and Jo laughs a real laugh. Maybe she's not too pissed.

  "You confuse me sometimes, city girl." I grin at her then clink glasses with Kinlee before letting the shot burn its way down my throat. "The hell was that?" I ask, cringing again at the burn. I've drank plenty of times before, but that shit ain’t like anything I've had. "Is that licorice?" I make a face. "That was nasty."

  "Jägermeister!" Kinlee blurts. "I heard it's made with real deer blood!"

  Jo looks at her. "Jägermeister, farm boy. Made with real deer blood." She winks and walks away, leaving me completely confused as she joins the crowd of my friends.

  It's hot as hell she's trying to be nice to my friends...and I can't even fucking touch her in front of them. Shit.

  "Jo, Kinlee was making fun of our lasagna," I say, walking into the living room and sitting on the arm of the chair that Jo's sitting in.

  "Susie Q!" Jo boasts. "I slaved over a microwave for that lasagna, which reminds me. I'm fuckin' hungry." She pops to her feet, her knuckles brushing my hand. The second Fiona skims past her and pushes between my legs, Jo glances back and her face falls to the floor. She practically tripped on it trying to get to the kitchen.