Tempt Me

by Cali Caliente

  No, don’t do it. Don’t fall for her charms, she’ll just kick you away again.

  Brent focused on the pain in his ribs to forget the growing urge in his lower region. It was impossible to be around her without feeling her presence in a sensual way. The fact she’d pushed him away after seeing Bryce’s prank call, made him even more interested in making amends. But only if she was willing to forgive and forget. Good old Bryce wouldn’t make that part easy for him, he sensed it in his gut.

  Danielle pushed open the door to the bedroom and marched straight for the master bathroom. “Okay, let’s see.” She opened the cupboards, the drawers, and the glass doors in the mirror. “I’m disappointed. Why can’t I find a first aid kit? Everyone owns a first aid kit. Don’t they?”

  “I know where one is, but it might be pretty dated.”

  She frowned at him with her hands on her hips. “You could have offered that information in the first place, Bryce.”

  Bryce. Damn.

  Brent wasn’t going to get into the name game again. He walked out into the hall toward his old bedroom. The one he grew up in, the one he’d first masturbated in, and the one where his wet dreams ached to become reality. His childhood. He opened the door and the hinges creaked.

  “Where are you taking me?” she whispered at his side.

  “Into my past.”

  Even when he’d come out to the farm to crash on occasion, he’d taken the guest bedroom down the hall. He never wanted to mess with the past. He was a big boy now. He bent and tugged a battered old duffle bag from beneath his bed, though it hurt his side to do so. He stood with a groan and sat on the edge of the bed, holding his chest.

  “In there?” She looked skeptical but opened the bag and rummaged through it.

  He’d kept gauze rolls, non-stick patches, ace bandages, tape, Band-Aids, and antibiotic ointment. Everything a growing farm boy might need on an adventure. “The medicine isn’t any good, but the rest will do. Grab the gauze and tape, and maybe the patches.”

  He walked her back down the hall to the guest bedroom with its own bathroom attached. A toilet, sink, and a stall shower. He had spare clothes in the dresser too. Mostly work clothes for times when Bryce would insist he help on the farm. He hated stinking like a dog, so he grabbed a pair of jeans, jock shorts, and a t-shirt. After a quick shower, he’d feel like new. He’d smell a whole lot better too.

  “Do you need my help? Let me turn on the shower to get it warm.” She slipped past him into the bathroom. “Okay, that’s going. Now, let me help you out of your shirt.”

  He gasped as she tugged the sleeve off his left shoulder. “I think the damn dog might have cracked a rib or two.”

  “I bet he did. He must weigh two hundred pounds.”

  “Exactly what I was thinking too, especially when he laid down and fell asleep across me. He must have scratched me when he first knocked me to the floor. He didn’t want to hurt me, he just wanted me to stay put.” And crush my ribs.

  She laughed, but she didn’t sound amused. “Like the first time you met him. Rory told me all about it.”

  “He did this to Bryce too?”

  “Okay. I’m so done with this.” She stood with her hands on her hips in her sassy mode, and eyed him up and down slowly. “You’re playing games with me. You are Bryce. Now stop it, and let’s get you a shower.”

  No sense in arguing since she was convinced he was who he wasn’t. He’d worry about that later. His ribs were really starting to hurt bad. Breathing in and out sent shooting pains along his ribcage. He undid his slacks and pushed them down but couldn’t bend to pull them off.

  Her fingers covered his and she took over. “I know it hurts you to move. You’re white as a sheet. Now be good and let me help you.”

  ****

  Danielle wasn’t angry anymore, just more concerned for his welfare than anything. After tugging his pants down, she recognized the same pair of jock shorts, the ones that barely contained his bulging cock. She swallowed hard and forced herself to ignore the stirring inside from exposing his family jewels.

  “Okay, let me get your loafers out of the way. I’ll pull both pants off at the same time, if you can lift your legs for me.” She kneeled before him, her head far too close to what she hoped to ignore.

  He sucked in a breath and gasped. “I love having you right where I want you, but since I can’t do anything about it, it does me no good.”

  She slapped his bare butt, not too hard, just enough to get his attention. He was already injured after all. “Concentrate on what we’re doing here, okay?”

  “I’d laugh at your mild attempt to subdue him, but it hurts too much.” He stepped out of his shoes, using his heels to pry them off.

  “Good.” She tugged his slacks and shorts down to his heels and helped him step out of them. “Okay, let’s get you showered.”

  She got him into the shower stall, but it wouldn’t be easy to wash him without getting wet herself. The poor guy stood stiff as a board, his face white with pain. She didn’t have a choice.

  “I’m just going to soap up my hands and wash off the blood first. We need to see how bad the wound is. I’ll be gentle. Okay?”

  “Sure.” He nodded and braced his hands against the tile wall in front of him for support.

  She ran her soapy hands along his sides, being careful not to put pressure over the wound. She used the detachable spray head to rinse him. After the blood washed away, the scratch wasn’t too bad. It went through the first layer of skin into the second layer a little and that’s why it had bled so much. He could use a few butterfly bandages or stitches. But he’d live. She was more concerned about his ribs beneath. Redness surrounded the area of the scratch as though a contusion to the skin. The Hulk had probably cracked his ribs or at least bruised them. She wanted to be as careful as possible not to hurt him any further.

  “How does it look? Any bones protruding, Doc?”

  “No. But you’re going to have a nice purple bruise in a day or two.” She grabbed the soap bar and ran it up and down his legs, then stood and washed his back and stomach.

  “Aren’t you going to wash him?”

  “Him?” Oh…him. “Sure. Give me time. I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “There’s no way you can hurt my pene. He loves you. Can’t you tell?” He gasped after his chuckle. Served him right for teasing her.

  “Is that what you call him? Pee-en-a? I like that.” She looked down and couldn’t help a smile. He was rock hard. How could he get an erection when he was injured? The male anatomy would forever be a mystery to her. She hadn’t even touched his pene…yet. She soaped up her hands and leaned inside the shower.

  “Come here, big boy, let me give you a wash job too.” She wrapped both hands around him and ran her fingers up and down, reaching behind to scrub his balls gently. She cleaned his butt crack and rinsed her hands. “There you go, rinse please.”

  “I need help.”

  “Sure, you do.”

  But he really did. He was hurting.

  She grabbed the sprayer head and rinsed his entire body, then turned off the shower and handed him a towel. She stared at his proud cock.

  One kiss, one lick, one quick mouthful…yum.

  But no. Never again. She resisted the urge but couldn’t stop the wetness in her panties.

  Oh God, he turns me on. Even after all he’s done, I want him.

  She looked up and met his dreamy brown eyes.

  “If it’s any consolation”—he looked her up and down and grinned—“I want you too.”

  Chapter Three

  Danielle glanced down at the tingly sensation in her breasts. Her nipples perked to attention beneath her damp t-shirt. She hadn’t taken the time to put on a bra. She was only coming out to the farm to check on the dogs. When she looked up again, Bryce or Brent smiled and the sexy dimple appeared, the one that made her heart go pitter-patter.

  “Stop that.” She looked away but really didn’t want to. What she wanted to
do was stare at his glorious naked body. The man was built better than any male model she’d ever seen, and she loved what he could do with his muscles too. All of them.

  He stepped warily out of the shower and stood on the bath rug. “I hate to ask, but—”

  “Oh, give me the darned towel.” She jerked it from his hands but was ashamed of her action. He couldn’t help he was injured. When she first found him, she was still angry. And hurt. She didn’t care if he suffered. But now, she changed her mind and was sorry for him instead. She dried his back and shoulders, his arms and chest, and each powerful leg. He worked out at a gym or something—that much was obvious.

  Last but not least, she dried his crotch area and did her best to ignore what she held in her hands. Impossible. She straightened and looked him in the eye. “I don’t know why I’m attracted to you. But I am. Still, it doesn’t change a thing. I don’t believe who you say you are, and if you are the person I think you are, it makes me angry at you and myself. I’ve known Rory for years, ever since we were little kids. I would never do anything to hurt her.”

  He took a step toward her and winced at the slight movement. “I’m not about to argue with you on who I am again. You have your mind set in one direction and there’s no changing it. But, so you know, I’m attracted to you too. Have been since I first laid eyes on you.”

  She breathed in deeply, set her shoulders back and released the air in a big sigh. He wasn’t going to woo her with his charm. She had to be strong. Do what needs to be done and that’s all. “Okay. You need something on…the jock shorts maybe?”

  ****

  Brent would have laughed if he could do it without feeling any pain. He smiled in silence. She was struggling to avoid this attraction between them. Somehow, he had to ease her mind and convince her he was not his brother. But he found it a little difficult standing bare-ass naked in front of the only woman he wanted a permanent relationship with, and damn if he could make his cock behave.

  “My jocks are fine.”

  “Good.” She gathered up the leg and helped him step into them.

  As she tugged the snug-fitting undershorts up his thighs, she accidentally leaned her cheek against his erection. He sucked in air at the sensual contact, coughed and gasped from the pain it caused in his ribs.

  “Are you okay?”

  “I just need to lie down for a while.”

  She helped him over to the bed, pulled back the bedspread, and plumped the pillows. Such attention to detail. He loved it. He sat farther back on the mattress and lowered himself carefully down flat. Ah, relief. If he didn’t move or cough…or breathe.

  “You really look miserable. There must be something I can do. Hold on, I’ll look it up on my cellphone.” She buried her face in her phone and left the room.

  Brent closed his eyes and remembered what a good time they’d had the night before. Sex with her was deeply sensual and all-consuming. When she washed his erection in the shower, it was all he could do to not encourage her. It was erotic as hell, and he loved her spontaneity. But physically, he had limitations and any movement was painful. He’d busted a couple ribs playing high school football and remembered the pain well. This pain was very similar. Well, maybe not quite as bad. He was a kid back then and everything seemed worse. Right now, all he had to do was focus and he could keep his mind off the pain, even if he couldn’t keep his mind off the woman.

  “Okay, I read all about what to do on the Internet.” She had a bag of frozen vegetables under her arm, and a bottle of pills and glass of water in her hand. “First, take these. They’ll help with the inflammation.”

  He took the two ibuprofen caplets from her and swallowed a big gulp of water, coughed, groaned, and laid back down, hurting worse than before. “Damn. Anything else you want to torture me with?”

  “Yes. After I bandage your scratch so it doesn’t bleed all over everything, I’m going to wrap your ribs and put these peas on your ribs. It should ease the pain a little.” She’d found a newer tube of antibiotic ointment and spread it on the wound, and covered the area with gauze and tape. Then she helped him sit sort of upright so she could wrap the gauze around his ribs several times for support.

  “We should play doctor more often.” He couldn’t resist teasing her because he loved to see her smile.

  “Stop that.” She placed a hand towel between the bandages and the bag of frozen peas. “There, how does it feel?”

  If he told her the truth, that he still felt like shit, she’d think she hadn’t done a thing to ease his pain. He spoke through gritted teeth. “Better, thanks. But I’m cold. Any chance you could pull a blanket over me?”

  “Sure.” She yanked the comforter up over him and laid on the other side. “I checked on the dogs again. They’re fine. I left Brutus in the second pen so he can’t bother you.”

  “Thanks,” was all he could muster, the pain was so strong.

  She rolled onto her side and cuddled closer but didn’t touch him. “Don’t you even wonder about Aurora, Bryce? I hope she’s okay.”

  “Of course, I do. Do you know what happened?”

  Her head propped by her hand, she studied him with her pretty eyes. “Not much. Rory said it was a false alarm, but the hospital was running a few more tests. I want to stay here until she comes home. I don’t have anything planned today, and now it looks like I might need to play doctor for a while.”

  “Any other time I’d jump at the chance to play doctor with you, but I’m not in very good shape right now.” He couldn’t even laugh. He could barely breathe in and out, but he should to keep his lungs healthy. Score another point for a childhood memory.

  Plucking at the blanket, she paused and looked doubtful. “I want to believe you aren’t Bryce, but I’m having an awful time believing anything you say.”

  “I know.” He could thank his brother for starting this whole problem with his weird sense of humor. But he did try to block Bryce from Aurora at one point. “I’m Brent, honest.”

  She scooted closer, placed her hand on his shoulder and yawned. “Is it okay if we sleep for a while? I’m bushed. I don’t think I slept all night.”

  “Worrying about me?”

  “No. About us.”

  His hopes rose a tiny bit. “There’s an us?”

  “Maybe…” She yawned. “But, then again, I’m not really sure who you are.”

  When she didn’t continue to talk, he realized she’d drifted off to sleep. “Sweet dreams, mia bella.”

  Brent closed his eyes. There were so many things he’d rather be doing than laying stretched out on a bed nursing bruised ribs. Making love to the beautiful woman at his side topped the list. He sucked in a deep breath and released it with a gasp. Son of a—

  He didn’t need this injury to complicate life further. He still had to work things out with his brother, if he’d ever get his butt home.

  Where the hell was Bryce anyway?

  ****

  Danielle awoke to find herself snuggled up against the most sensual man she’d ever met. Sometime during her sleep, she’d gotten under the quilt with him. Her head lay on his shoulder and her hand low across his lap, she was comfortable and secure. She’d love to have someone like him to wake up to every day… For the rest of her life.

  What was she thinking?

  She didn’t even know this guy. Sure, she’d learned a lot about the twins’ venture into the farmer’s market business from Rory. But what was he really like? What were his favorite foods? Or his favorite color. Red. Like his expensive sports car? She’d bet her bottom dollar. And his male ego matched the sporty foreign car as well. Fast and furious. Food? Must be Italian. His background would attest to it, with his uncle being a famous chef. Who in their right mind could resist Antonio’s delicious concoctions?

  He stirred in his sleep and her hand slipped down to his crotch. Oops! But wow. He was warm and pulsing under those jock shorts. She gently rubbed over the bulge beneath her hand and a smile appeared on his face. She rubbed a
little longer. He moaned, but his eyes remained closed. Her fingers found the peep hole in his shorts and inched inside.

  Warm, smooth, silky-soft skin…mmm.

  She cupped him with her fingers and squeezed ever so lightly. He hardened beneath her hand. She clenched her thighs together doing her Kegels and imagined his handsome cock deep inside. Pushing the quilt away on her side of the bed, she scooted down to hover above his wonderful cock, his family jewels her mom used to call them. She’d asked once why her daddy always locked her out of the bathroom when he showered, and her mom would say “he’s protecting his family jewels.” She never understood until her tween years when the gym teacher used a similar expression toward one of the boys, who kept protecting himself by crossing his hands over his privates every time the soccer ball came his way.

  Such a special gift, this powerful cock or pene. It needed protecting. She couldn’t get her entire hand through the tight opening of his shorts and his bulge had grown to overfill its crowded space. Not one to be discouraged when she wanted something, she placed her mouth on him—jock shorts be damned—and sucked through the cotton material, wetting it with her spit. He groaned and shifted slightly. She was getting horny. He smelled good, and he would taste even better. She licked her finger and reached down into her panties to find her nub, and rubbed it until it tingled.

  “Scoot closer. I’ll do that for you.”

  She jerked her head up and looked into his dark inviting eyes. What must he think of her? She was on her knees with her skirt up, her hand in her panties, and his bulging desire a breath away. “Oh. I was just—”

  “Move over my hand, I can take care of the little itch you have there, and you can continue your sensuous project on me. The sucking was nice but it would feel better without the material between us.”

  She clenched her pelvic muscles in anticipation. How could she say no when she’d craved him since their last sexual encounter? She tugged on his shorts until his cock popped free. Her skirt and panties were in the way. Heck, it was all in the way. She scrambled off the bed and stripped. Careful not to touch his sore side, she straddled him, her pussy over his face where she craved the attention. She hunkered down to lick his erection.