Chapter Four

As Jenny stepped off the elevator onto Brett’s floor, her emotions continued waging war. As she got closer to his room, her nerves lessened, replaced by intense desire. Her hormonally whacked out body wanted his, and it was time her mind got on board with the plan.

Bringing her hand up, she knocked on the door. A few seconds passed before Brett threw it open. He’d stripped down to only tight black boxer briefs, and his dark hair was wet. A relieved expression momentarily flickered on his face before it was replaced by one of lust. “Hey,” he said, his deep voice rumbling through her.

“Hey,” she replied.

When he stepped to the side to let her come in, she inhaled deeply, relishing how good he smelled. “No fair that you took a shower. I probably reek of cigarette smoke and fried food,” she protested.

Brett’s hands gripped her shoulders. Nuzzling his face into her hair, he replied, “You smell damn good to me.”

As he pressed his hard, muscled body against her back, Jenny sucked in a harsh breath. Heat coiled between her legs just at the feel of him. She couldn’t imagine what it would be like when he had his hands and tongue on her, or his dick inside her.

His hot breath fanned against her neck. “I’ve been hard on and off since I left the pub, so this first round is going to be a short one.”

“First round? My, aren’t we cocky?” Jenny mused.

Pressing his thick erection into her ass, Brett said, “You tell me.”

“Mmm, very cocky.”

With a chuckle, he turned her around. Dipping his head, he brought his lips to hers. As his tongue delved inside her mouth, Jenny moaned. Damn, the man could kiss. If she hadn’t been so horny, she could have spent part of the night just making out with him.

Brett’s fingers went to the buttons on her shirt. He made quick work of unbuttoning them and sliding the shirt off her body. As he pulled free of the kiss, his gaze zoomed in on her bra-clad breasts before his hands moved to undo her bra. Licking his lips, he murmured, “You have fabulous tits.”

“Thank you.”

Just when she thought he was going to touch her breasts, his hands gripped her forearms instead. He raised them above her head, pinning them against the wall. His hands were occupied, leaving his delicious mouth free.

After kissing her lips, he began trailing kisses over her chin, along her neck, and then down her breastbone. As his tongue skirted over the tops of her breasts, her nipples tightened even further. They were already erect from both the chill in the room and the heat of Brett’s actions, and they ached to be licked and sucked.

But Brett continued to tease them and her. He kissed her breasts all around them, tonguing the undersides. Arching her back, she tried thrusting her nipples closer to his mouth.

When she huffed out a frustrated breath, Brett asked, “Is there something you want me to do?” She threw a murderous glance at him and his lust-filled eyes narrowed. “I want to hear you say it.”

At that moment, she didn’t care what she had to say in front of him. She would have screamed it into a bullhorn if it got her what she wanted. “I want you to put your mouth on my nipples. I want you to suck them hard.”

“Yes, ma’am.” The minute Brett’s warm mouth closed over her right nipple, Jenny moaned with pleasure. One of his hands came up to cup her other breast and his tongue flicked against her hard bud before his teeth grazed it. The sensation caused Jenny to thrust her hips forward to rub against Brett’s erection. “You keep doing that and I won’t even last two seconds inside you.”

“I don’t care. I just want your dick inside me—now.”

Brett’s hand left her breast to cup between her legs. As he rubbed her pussy over her jeans, he asked, “You don’t want me to touch you here?”

“Yes,” she hissed at both the contact and the question.

“I can’t put my dick inside you unless I’m sure you’re ready.” He abandoned her core momentarily to unbutton and unzip her jeans. When his hand slid down her abdomen and into her panties, Jenny gasped with pleasure. “Mmm, you’re soaked.”

Arching against his hand, Jenny murmured, “Please.”

“Please what?”

“Make me come.” Jenny couldn’t believe the words leaving her mouth. Sure, she’d talked dirty before, but only within a relationship.

“I’d like nothing better than to make you come apart under my fingers,” Brett replied. He slipped not just one but two fingers inside her. As he pumped them in and out, his thumb rubbed against her clit, and Jenny began frantically moving her hips. She panted and moaned as she worked toward coming. When Brett pushed a third finger inside her, she came undone. Throwing her head back, she cried out as her walls convulsed violently.

As she came back to herself, Brett was sliding off her jeans and panties. He then went over to the coffee table to retrieve his wallet. When he came back to her, he held a gold wrapper in one of his hands. With her naked before him, his intense gaze raked over her body, warming her from head to toe. When he bent over to slide off his underwear, it was Jenny’s turn to look. She licked her lips as she eyed his long erection jutting out from a smattering of dark hair.

If dicks could be beautiful, Brett’s certainly was, but more than looking at it, Jenny wanted it inside her. As if he could read her mind, Brett quickly slid the condom down his length before pouncing on her. In a tangle of arms and legs, they crashed back against the wall.

Brett’s strong hands went up to grip her hips. When he lifted her up, she wrapped her legs around his waist, her feet resting against the hard muscles of his ass. Taking his cock in his hand, Brett guided it between her legs. He rubbed the head against her slick opening. Back and forth, the hardness bumped against her sensitive clit.

“Please, Brett,” she begged.

He then plunged deep inside her. As she shrieked with pleasure, Brett groaned. He began pumping hard and fast inside her. With each thrust, her back banged against the wall. While his arms held her tight, his mouth seemed to be everywhere—on her lips, on her neck, on the tops of her breasts. She was getting a hard fuck, and she loved every minute of it.

“I’m close,” he grunted.

“It’s okay. Go.”

Although she knew it pained him to come when she hadn’t, Brett pumped furiously into her until his head jerked back and he cried out. She held on to him tightly as his hips bucked with his climax. When he finished, he pulled his head up to grin sheepishly at her. “Told ya round one wouldn’t last long.”

She grinned back at him. “Trust me, I don’t mind.”

“Yeah, well, not only that, you didn’t come. I sure as hell can’t have that.”

When he eased out of her, Jenny winced. After sliding off the condom and tossing it into the trash beside them, Brett sank to his knees in front of her. Before she could ask him what he was doing, he took one of her legs and threw it over his shoulder then buried his face in her pussy.

His tongue darted out, licking off the evidence of her previous arousal. As he lapped at her center, Jenny moved her hips against his mouth for added friction. When he sucked her clit, she moaned, “Oh God.”

With how high she already was, it didn’t take long before Jenny’s walls were clenching around Brett’s masterful tongue. “Yes, Brett! Yes!” She tugged strands of his hair as she rode out her orgasm.

When she finally came down, Brett had gotten up off the floor and was standing in front of her. “Am I forgiven?”

“Oh yeah.”

“Come here.” He took her by the hand and led her over to the bed. After he pulled her down beside him on the mattress, he asked, “Are you up for round two?”

Jenny giggled. Although she should have been beyond well satiated with two orgasms, she did want more of Brett. Glancing down at his slackened cock, she raised her brows. “It doesn’t look like you’re quite ready yet.”

“I was hoping you might be willing to help me out in that department.”

“What did you have in mind?”

“A little oral attention.”

“I suppose I could do that.”

With a wink, Brett said, “It makes me very happy to hear you say that.”

Jenny rose up to sit on her knees. Leaning over Brett, she began kissing his chest. She flicked her tongue over his nipples before following his happy trail down to his cock. After taking it in her hand, she slid her fingers teasingly up and down, her thumb rubbing against the sensitive underside. Brett’s eyes pinched shut with pleasure, and he bit down on his lips as if in anticipation of what was to come.

When she had brought him partially to half-mast with just her hand, she slid the head inside her mouth. Brett bucked his hips and moaned. Taking him in as far as she could, she then began bobbing her head up and down. She pulled back and sucked hard on the head of his cock, her free hand coming up to cup his balls, eliciting a long groan from Brett. It wasn’t long before she had worked him to full mast.

As she continued sliding him in and out of her warm mouth, Brett’s hand came between her legs. He began plunging his fingers inside her wet core in time with her sucking. Just as she was getting worked up again, he stopped. “I want to fuck you now,” his voice rasped.

After Jenny let Brett’s cock fall free of her mouth, Brett rolled off the bed. He took his cock in his hand and pumped up and down the slickened shaft as he walked across the room to retrieve another condom. Jenny was extremely thankful he was so prepared when it came to safe sex.

When he came back to the bed, he rose above her on the mattress. After spreading her thighs, Brett dipped between them. Slowly, Brett eased into her. Once he had filled her with his length, he pulled back out. There was no way he missed how ready Jenny was for him because he slammed back inside her, causing both of them to moan with pleasure.

Sliding her hands down his back, Jenny smacked one of the perfect round globes of his ass. Brett’s response was to thrust even harder, their breaths coming in frenzied pants. His eyes held hers as he worked hard to bring them both pleasure.

Gripping Jenny’s waist, Brett rolled over onto his back, bringing her up to straddle his broad thighs. “Mm, you’re my sexy cowgirl,” he said.

“Do you want me to ride you hard?” Jenny asked.

“Hell yeah.”

She then began rolling her hips faster back and forth. As her breasts bounced with her exertions, Brett slid his hands up to cup them. Closing her eyes, Jenny bit down on her lip with pleasure as Brett alternated between tugging and pinching her sensitive nipples and squeezing her breasts.

When she tightened her walls around Brett’s dick, he stilled his hands and groaned. “Fuck, you feel amazing.”

“So do you,” Jenny panted.

“Are you getting close?”

“Mmm, yeah.”

Just when she thought she couldn’t take any more pleasure, Brett brought his hands between her legs to rub her clit. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she sped up her pace. “Yes, yes, oh yes,” she cried as every molecule in her body hummed with sexual energy. She couldn’t remember when it had been this good.

“Brett!” she cried as the first waves of her orgasm began pulsing through her. His talented fingers continued rubbing her clit as she rode out the sensations. When she started to come back to herself, Brett’s hands went to her hips. As his heels dug into the mattress, he began lifting her on and off his dick. At the same time, he pumped his hips to slam into her. The sound of their sweat-slickened flesh smacking together filled the room.

A loud groan rumbled from deep within Brett’s chest as he started to come, and his hips continued pumping as he emptied into her. Exhausted from both her exertions and her third release, Jenny’s body collapsed onto Brett’s chest. After wrapping his arms protectively around her, he nuzzled her hair.

“That was fucking amazing,” he murmured.

“It sure was,” she replied.

“One sec, babe,” Brett said. Easing her off of him and onto the mattress, Brett then slid off his condom and tossed it into the trash can beside the bed. As he pulled her back into his arms, Jenny’s eyes drooped before she finally closed them. As she drifted off, Brett’s labored breaths fanned against her forehead.

The next thing Jenny knew, it was morning—she’d spent the night with Brett. Oh God. That wasn’t supposed to part of her one-night-stand plan. She was supposed to get some and get out of there, no strings attached. If he woke up with her, there would be some serious strings.

Grimacing, she slid out of his embrace, and he let out a loud snore before flipping over on his stomach. She tiptoed around the room, grabbing up her clothes before slipping into the bathroom to get dressed.

When she was finished, she cracked the door open. Apparently she’d seriously worn him out because he was still sleeping. She crept across the floor and then out of the room. Once she was in the hallway, she exhaled the breath she’d been holding. The farther she got from Brett, the worse she felt. Would it really have hurt to leave him her number? Sure, he probably wouldn’t have ever called, but at least she wouldn’t have snuck out on him.

Jenny winced as she remembered her surrogacy. Who was she kidding? A relationship sure as hell wasn’t part of that plan. Then she thought of the ease with which Brett had come on to her in the bar. She couldn’t help believing that sexy, drop-dead-gorgeous, roping cowboy Brett, had to hook up with random women wherever he went. He probably wouldn’t give two shits that she had snuck out on him and hadn’t left her number.

No, there was no doubting it. Brett had been the best man for a one-night-stand.

So, as she looked to the future, thankful for having had her needs very well met the night before, she had to leave Brett in the past. A mere blissfully erotic blip on her radar and nothing more.