Longing For Langston (Mavericks of Meeteetse, Novella Book 1: Brody & Liv)

by Renee Vincent

Liv’s breath staggered out of her lungs as she waited for Brody’s next move. The seconds he spent staring at her, deciphering if she was serious or not, were the longest of her life.

  “You shouldn’t have said that” was a warning, but to Olivia, the words were the promise of sweet heaven.

  He dipped his head and captured her lips, kissing her like a soldier going off to war. His hands threaded in her hair and then down her back, squeezing her body against the hard plane of his chest muscles. She arched against him, surprised when a tiny mew escaped her. He groaned and devoured it, kissing her deeper. His tongue pierced her lips and swept through her mouth, igniting a fire so intense, she wanted to scream. The low burn between her legs turned to a raw ache, a concentrated pang that only he could satisfy.

  “I need you,” she panted. She ground herself against his rock-hard erection, hoping to ease the agony she felt building inside her. “Touch me…please.”

  Brody’s arms tightened around her, and he carried her toward his truck. He opened the passenger door, tossed his cowboy hat on the dash, and flopped her down on the seat.

  Climbing in after her, he unbuttoned his shirt and peeled it away from his shoulders. His biceps bulged beneath a colorful canvas of tattoos, and a dark layer of scruff shadowed his jaw. His blue eyes darkened with desire, while his close-cropped brown hair added an edgy look to his handsome face. He was the quintessential bad boy Olivia knew she shouldn’t fall for, but here she was, diving deep.

  He crawled across her body and hovered, smiling just a little. Brody didn’t often show happiness, as he was more the pensive, brooding type. But for once, she saw a hint of mischievousness in his expression, a playful appeal to his rugged side. And holy shit if it didn’t turn her on.

  In all the years she’d known him, she couldn’t remember when he’d looked as roguishly sexy as he did now. Perhaps it was because he lingered above her without a shirt on. Or maybe because he no longer hid how he felt about her.

  “Do you know how long I’ve waited for this, Liv? How long I’ve wanted to make love to you? Taste you?”

  He pushed up her tank and revealed her navel. Brushing a kiss across her stomach, he unbuttoned her fly and stripped off her jeans and panties. She lay there, naked from the waist down, completely exposed for him to ogle. He stood on the running board of his truck and unbuckled his belt, taking in the sight of her sex.

  “You’re already wet,” he said as he unzipped his fly. A coy smile crept across his lips, and she wondered what ran through his mind. It had to be sinful, else he wouldn’t have smiled like that.

  Her gaze fell below his waist, and she caught sight of his sizable erection. She felt her insides contract at the thought of that spearing her, pumping in and out of her like a piston. Having wild passionate sex with Brody Galven was going to be so much better than she ever imagined.

  “Spread your legs,” he commanded, stepping out of his jeans. “Wider.” He took hold of her ankle and placed her foot on the dash. “Keep it there.”

  Doing as he said, Liv watched as he lowered himself between her thighs. The anticipation of him touching her sent a thrill through her whole body. She quivered with need, her mouth falling open.

  Brody feasted his eyes on her and ran his tongue over his lips. “Touching you will be my greatest pleasure.” He petted her folds with a single fingertip until he slipped between them and brushed the sensitive nub at the top.

  She arched her back, crying out.

  He toyed with her, luring more of her uncontrollable moans. With every delicious caress, he brought her close to the edge of bliss, only to jerk her back. “Brody, please,” she begged.

  “But I’m enjoying myself. I like watching you squirm.”

  He lowered his face and licked a path from bottom to top, flicking her with his tongue. She gasped and pulled her legs together. “Finish it, Galven. I beg you.”

  “Yes, ma’am,” he drawled, spreading her knees open. “But remember, you asked for it.” Immediately, his mouth covered her, and his tongue impaled her, sweeping through her swollen flesh like a fiery storm. He was relentless and rough, skilled and savage-like. Nothing could have prepared her for this rapturous whirlpool of wicked ecstasy, not even his blunt forewarning.

  She soared so high that she’d forgotten she was sprawled across the front seat of his truck in the wide-open space of Jonas’s driveway. When Brody shifted and sat down beside her, she opened her eyes and remembered.

  He shut the door with a slam, and she bolted upright. Before she could question him about his plans in case Jonas and Ava came home, Brody grabbed her by the hips and lugged her onto his lap. She braced her hands on the window and roof, feeling his rounded head nudge her, penetrating her.

  “Brody…”

  In gradual degrees, he guided her over him, stretching her until he was thoroughly buried inside. He groaned and let his head fall back with a thud. “Have mercy, you’re so tight.”

  She rose on her knees, feeling the velvety steel of his shaft glide against the slippery walls of her channel, and lowered back down. In a slow and steady rhythm, she rode him, kissed him, and caressed every inch of his arms and chest. She’d never known this side of Brody Galven, the part of him that was sensual and kinky.

  Experiencing him in this intimate fashion brought her more joy than she’d received from her agent the night before. She’d been craving him for longer than she could remember, and until he’d kissed her so passionately, she wouldn’t have believed he felt the same. Who would’ve thought after all these years of being friends that she’d be making love to him in the front seat of his truck.

  Eager to please him more, she gripped the hem of her tank and pulled it over her head. His gaze roamed over the swell of her breasts as she unhooked the front clasp of her bra. His mouth, hot and wet, captured a nipple. He sucked hard, drawing it between his teeth and nipping. She gasped, delighting in the sensations of both pain and pleasure. She felt her center spasm, and she ground against him.

  The rough callouses of his hands scraped her bottom as he cupped her ass. While he lapped and sucked her breasts, he fondled her other opening, teasing it with the lightest of strokes. When she whimpered in his ear, he moaned in response, inserting his pinkie.

  Liv cried out at the delirious invasion, but made no effort to stop him. She trusted Brody. Always had. Yet she never imagined she’d be letting him do this. Contrary to what she would’ve expected, she liked it. She liked the thought of riding his big cock while he fingered her most private parts. It felt scandalous. Almost wrong.

  Almost.

  That was until she felt herself reaching the brink of another explosive orgasm. All thought for what was right and decent dispersed like a scent on a swift breeze. She moved along his length harder and faster. She called his name and arched her back, angling her throbbing nub of nerves against him.

  He hissed through his teeth and stopped her writhing, the points of his fingertips pressing into her pelvis. “Stop.” But it was too late for both of them. He surrendered everything and rammed inside her, spilling into her with a low growl while she convulsed around him. He bit her neck and licked away the hurt until she finally collapsed against him.

  “Oh, Galven,” she panted, letting her head fall forward on his shoulder. “That was amazing.”

  She heard a deep laugh rumble in his chest. His arms wrapped around her and hugged her tight. “Amazing will be if I can drive us out of here.”

  Liv tensed and held her breath. “Is that—” She couldn’t bring herself to say it.

  Lazily, Brody smiled. “Yep. Jonas and Ava are home.”

  Chapter Nine