Brent's Law

by Ylette Pearson

  “He knows what he’s doing. I’ll never put you in danger.”

  Right. Just being with him caused mortal danger to her heart. She brought herself up short. Since when did her heart feature in the equation between her and Brent? The electricity sparking between them had nothing to do with emotions and everything to do with lust. She couldn’t afford for it to be anything else.

  Then the scenery changed so drastically she had no time to ponder the pilot’s skills or lack thereof. Before she could ask about the sugarcane, the pilot reduced altitude and her eyes widened.

  Below her, a thatched mansion nestled close to the Crocodile River. A small pool sparkled in the morning sun and several antelope grazed on the grass. A tennis court and mini put-put track was a small distance from the house while five garage doors lined the one wall.

  They landed on the helipad next to the garages and, after taking off the headphones, Brent shouted at her to wait so he could assist her. When the blades came to a complete stop, he alighted and helped her out of the helicopter.

  He briefly hugged her to him before holding her at arm’s length. “Welcome to my humble abode.”

  She smiled and wiggled out of his embrace. Despite being mid-morning, the temperature was mild and the air humid. While she turned to look around her, the pilot retrieved their luggage and started toward the house. They followed at a more leisurely pace, with Brent stopping to explain about the trees and flowers indigenous to the area, often pulling her to him for a quick kiss.

  “Let’s get inside. I’m dying for a cup of coffee.”

  With his limp more pronounced, Samantha suspected he wanted to rest the leg more than he actually needed caffeine. She refrained from commenting and nodded. Inside the door, he leaned against the wall and pulled her to stand between his legs.

  “Thank you for coming.” He wiped a strand of hair from her forehead and tucked it behind her ear. Then he slid his hand around her nape and brought her mouth to his.

  Their lips touched in a gentle caress. A featherlight exploration of each other. When his tongue demanded entrance, she obliged without thinking. Tongues dueled and she inhaled deeply, making the unique scent of this complicated man, part of her. When he let her go, both struggled for breath. She rested her forehead on his chest.

  “Let me show you the place.”

  The inside of the house proved more than a match for the luxurious exterior. Face brick walls, African print loose carpets on the slate floor and lights discreetly against the walls added to the African atmosphere. With the wooden beams exposed, the lounge appeared huge.

  Samantha followed Brent into the modern kitchen where an antique Yellowwood table and chairs adorned the middle of the floor. Unable to resist, she ran her hand over the scrubbed wood.

  “My grandmother used to have one exactly like this. I can still remember the warm coco we drank around the table early in the mornings while she baked bread.”

  “I love pieces with a rich history. This one belonged to my great grandmother and it was handed down through generations. My mother refused to put the monstrosity, as she called it, in her kitchen, so I inherited it a little sooner than I’d anticipated.”

  He handed her a steaming mug of coffee. “Let me show you the rest of the house.”

  “There’s plenty of time. I think you must get the weight off your leg if you want it to heal properly.”

  “Oh, I don’t plan on putting a lot of weight on the leg during our stay.” A wolfish grin split his face in two. The air sizzled with awareness as his eyes traveled the length of her body.

  Trying to hide the heat in her face, she turned and pretended to inspect the rest of the kitchen. She heard him moving and jumped when he slipped an arm around her midriff.

  “Have I told you how beautiful you look this morning?”

  She giggled and immediately felt silly. Damn, she wasn’t a teenager anymore. She shook her head.

  He hugged her against him and held on for a few seconds. When he let go, the loss of contact was a physical pain. She finished her coffee, rinsed the mug and put it in the sink before turning toward him.

  “How about you show me where I can freshen up.”

  “Come.”

  He took her hand and led her along the passage. On their way to the master bedroom, they passed five guest bedrooms, each with their own en-suite facilities and a small lounge area. The entertainment area, wherein she was sure her whole flat would fit, opened to a covered patio with a splash pool and hot tub. It overlooked the Crocodile River and on the opposite side of the river, the Kruger National Park. She gaped as she noticed a group of kudu grazing on the other side of the river.

  “Wow, I would spend all my time here.”

  “I do, mostly. It’s relaxing to watch the water and the animals.” He glanced at her. “Do you like bird watching?”

  She shrugged. “I don’t know. I’ve never tried it.”

  “I’ll teach you. As an attorney, your powers of observation should be well honed to spot the differences between the small birds.”

  “Thanks, I’ll give it a try.”

  He guided her toward the master bedroom where her luggage waited on a small bench inside the dressing room. She tried, but it was hard to ignore the four-poster king-sized bed dominating the bedroom. Although it was clearly a man’s room, the furniture bore witness to someone in tune with nature and his surroundings. She hurried to the bathroom while he opened a set of drawers in the dressing room where she could unpack.

  The woman in the mirror was an alien. Her eyes were bright while her auburn hair appeared a little tousled from the downdraft of the helicopter blades. What made her think she could handle both the man and the circumstances? Her heart raced when he so much as looked at her and she ignited with want the moment he touched her. It might be harder than she thought not to ask him to make love to her.

  No, not love. Lust. What she felt for this young man couldn’t be love. She lusted after his body. Any relationship besides the bodily cravings would result in disaster.

  Chapter Seven

  Samantha ran a comb through her hair and caught the wayward strands in a ponytail before she inhaled and opened the door. Brent waited in the bedroom.

  “You look edible.” He showed her the closet for her clothes and turned to the bed. “Don’t feel you have to unpack now, but feel free to do whatever you like. I need to rest a while to get the weight off the leg.”

  “Thanks.”

  She watched him unbutton his shirt and her mouth dried. He wasn’t going to strip right here in front of her, was he? She should leave and afford him some privacy, but somehow her legs refused to obey her mind.

  The long-sleeved shirt landed on the chair next to the bed and she bit her lip to keep her mouth from dropping open. Damn, he looked like his image was superimposed onto a Greek god. She tore her gaze from his broad shoulders and her breath hitched as the muscles rippled in his abdomen. A faint line of dark hair disappeared into the top of his jeans.

  When his hands reached for the button on his jeans, Samantha’s knees gave way, but she locked them in place. She had to get out of there before she made a fool of herself. The button popped open and she held her breath. Then his hands stilled and her eyes flew to his.

  “Come here.”

  The soft command liquefied her insides and unlocked her knees. The room dimmed before she remembered to breathe. Seemingly without a will of her own, she took a step closer to the bed, closer to either heaven or hell.

  “Closer.”

  She took another step and he gathered her in his arms, trapping her hands between them. Despite the winter chill, his body scorched her palms. With one hand, he lifted her chin and she watched, mesmerized, as he lowered his head to hers.

  “You have the most kissable lips. It’s impossible to get enough of tasting them.”

  He captured her lips in a sweet kiss that left her clinging to his shoulders to stay upright. Of their own volition, her hands stroked his hard
shoulders before she slid her hands over the muscles of his upper arms, reveling in the strength displayed.

  His tongue swiped over her bottom lip and Samantha drowned in the sensation rocking through her body. Then he demanded entry and deepened the kiss while he tugged on the band holding her hair. As her hair tumbled loose, he tangled his fingers in it and held her mouth firmly in place while he ravaged every inch. Their tongues dueled, simulating the age-old rhythm of procreation.

  Lifting her head, they stared wordlessly at each other for breathless seconds, before his eyes darkened even more and he walked her backwards to the edge of the mattress.

  If she wanted out, now was the time to say so. Despite his evident arousal, he wouldn’t force her. How she knew, she wasn’t sure, but the knowledge settled some of the nervous butterflies in her stomach.

  “You’ll be the death of me yet,” he whispered as he traced her jaw.

  Then he buried his mouth in her neck, nibbling and licking and her body ignited in an inferno of want. Itching to explore every inch of his body, she ran her palms over the taut muscles in his chest, gently pinching his hard nipples before stroking over his rock-hard abs. His sharp intake of breath emboldened her and she teased the top of his jeans.

  “Enough.”

  He caught her hands in his and gently lowered her to the bed. With one heavy leg, he pinned her to the mattress as he untucked her blouse from her pants. Then his hand was on her stomach. His slightly coarse palm caressed her sides before moving upwards to stroke the underside of her breast. Her eyes drifted close and she willed her racing heart to slow.

  Easier said than done when heat coursed through her veins and all she could think about was feeling his naked body against hers. When he fumbled with the buttons on her blouse, she tugged her hands from his and pulled the garment over her head. His eyes darkened as he explored the royal blue satin and lace bra. She arched her back as he cupped a mound in his hand and gently rubbed the hardened nipple.

  Her mind screamed to apply the brakes before this went any further, but her body refused to obey. Would it be so bad to give in and enjoy the sex? Just sex. Nothing more. She wasn’t a young girl who would read more into the physical attraction than he intended there to be, so why couldn’t she enjoy the ride?

  No reason at all.

  Mind made up, Samantha relaxed and allowed the passion heating her blood to roam free. She pulled his head toward her and nibbled on his ear before kissing his neck and shoulder. His body was hard and in sharp contrast to her softness. She ran her palms over the muscled ridges next to his spine, feeling them contract as she alternated between a soft touch and a deeper message.

  Then he lowered his head to capture a nipple in his mouth and sent all coherent thought flying out of the window. Sensation lifted her body from the bed, pushed her breast deeper into his mouth. His other hand pinched the neglected pebble, rolling it slightly between his thumb and forefinger.

  How could this be wrong when she felt like she’d come home as his body covered hers? When he trailed kisses along her abdomen, circling her navel and traveling progressively lower, Samantha wished she was a witch with the power to have the obstructing jeans disappear. Instead, she tugged on his pants and slipped her hand over his firm bottom.

  Brent fought for air and Samantha smiled. Maybe she could teach the young man something. She wriggled from under him and scrambled from the bed.

  “Not so fast, Loverboy. We have all morning.” She turned her back to him and unzipped her jeans, ensuring he heard the slow crunch of the zipper. “If you’re up to it?”

  He made a grab for her, but she darted out of reach. Inch by inch she rolled the jeans over her hips, down her legs until she reached her calves. She straightened her legs and bent forward to push it to her ankles, watching past her legs as his Adam’s apple worked overtime. She afforded him a prime viewing of her soaked thong before stepping out of the jeans and widening her stance. Her breasts threatened to spill over the bra and she released the clip, letting them loose to hang for a few seconds in full view.

  As she straightened, he grabbed her and pulled her against his naked torso while his hands explored her hips, her thighs and teased the tiny fabric covering her womanhood.

  “So you like to tease?” He bit her shoulder then lapped at the spot to ease the pain. “Let’s see how long you can keep it up.”

  She shrieked as he picked her up and dumped her on the bed. When his hands went to his jeans, she stopped him.

  “No, I want to unwrap the package.”

  He grinned. “Lady, if you unwrap anything else, I won’t be responsible for my deeds.”

  “Sorry, I forgot the youth likes it hot and fast.” She stretched her arms above her head and wiggled her bottom, spreading her legs slightly. The bulge in his pants grew and she smiled.

  “Damn, woman, how can you go from blowing scared and cold to full blooded minx in sixty seconds flat?”

  She turned on her side and popped her head on her hands, making sure he had a good view of her ass.

  “I’m a woman and allowed to change my mind.”

  “You’re a woman all right.” He growled and stepped out of his clothes. “But let’s see if you can keep up, old girl.”

  The first thing she noticed was his heavily bandaged thigh. The second—the enormous cock springing free. Samantha swallowed. She remembered the cocks she’d seen before as being average.

  Manageable. Unremarkable.

  Not this one.

  Definitely not unremarkable and about the manageable, she wasn’t so sure she hadn’t bitten off more than she could chew. Hell, she doubted she’d be able to circle it with her hand. The subject of her amazement bounced and her gaze flew to his face.

  “Like what you see?”

  “Ahem…you’re sure that thing is legal?”

  He chuckled and crawled onto the bed, grabbing her foot and pulling her toe into his mouth, suckling and licking before he lifted his head and met her gaze.

  “It’s not enough for you?” he asked in mock horror.

  His mouth moved up her leg, licking the sensitive spot behind her knee, and the strength left her elbows. She dropped on her face and sighed. How could one touch turn her into a melting marshmallow?

  “I’ll just have to take my chances, won’t I?”

  “If you really want to.” He paused his upward journey and lifted his head. “Do you?”

  “Can’t you young men finish what you start without overanalyzing everything?”

  “Oh, I can, but I’m not so sure you old ladies are up to it.” He flipped her onto her back, took the thong off and nudged her legs apart.

  Great, Samantha, you couldn’t keep your big mouth shut. She’d never felt so exposed in her life. A bout of shyness urged her to close her legs and get the hell out of the room, but then he lowered his mouth to the inside of her thigh and she abandoned the thought. Maybe she could hold out a little longer.

  When his tongue swiped her sensitive clit, she nearly came off the bed and she fisted her hands in the bedding.

  “Hmm,” he mumbled as he lifted her ass a little more and sucked the mound into his mouth. She bucked and pressed her pussy into his face. She wanted more, no, needed more.

  He obliged without prompting and licked her swollen lips before dipping his tongue into the sensitive channel.

  “Oh, hell,” she panted and he lifted his head to stare at her, a wet ring surrounding his mouth. His answer was a quick grin and a flick of his tongue to retrieve some of the moisture before he lowered his head again to focus his attention on her clit.

  When he slipped one finger into her without relenting on her clit, her brain short-circuited. He crooked the digit inside her until he found the sensitive spot and stroked it. Her blood felt like it had reached boiling point. She couldn’t hold on much longer.

  “It’s been too long. I need you. Now.”

  “Huh-uh, I’m not done.” And he slipped another finger into her.

  The
room faded and she only existed to reach the heaven he promised. As she bucked against his hand, he increased the rhythm, pumping his fingers into her, while his other hand twirled her nipple.

  She buried her hands in his hair and pulled him toward her. Her own musky flavor in his mouth assaulted her senses and her head spun. She reached between their bodies and grabbed his shaft.

  “Turn around,” she ordered. Instinctively he moved so she could reach him without him having to neglect her throbbing pussy.

  She ran her tongue over the velvet sheath until she reached the base. A thick vein throbbed on the surface before she sucked his balls into her mouth—one after the other. His answering groan spurred her on and she took him in her hand, held him while she licked from bottom to tip, sipping at the small droplets of pre-cum.

  Brent changed the angle of his fingers and for a moment, Samantha lost focus. Heat suffused her face, robbed her of breath and sanity. Oh, if she was going to die from an overdose of lust, she didn’t care. Her mouth closed over the tip of his cock.

  “Baby, you’re killing me.”

  His gyrating hips belied his words and Samantha took him deeper into her mouth, but found it to be more difficult than she’d first thought. He was a huge, unbendable steel rod. She moved her clasped hands together, slowly increasing the pace while she sucked and licked the tip.

  She eased her mouth off his cock. “Harder, faster,” she breathed before she took him into her mouth again.

  “Wait.”

  He pushed her hands away and leaned across the mattress. He wouldn’t be so cruel as to leave her now, would he? Her body throbbed in manners she’d all but forgotten it could and he abandoned her now? Then she heard the tear of foil and her excitement notched up.

  Before she dared complain, he positioned himself between her legs and his cock pressed against her opening. She pulled his head to her and landed a searing kiss on his lips as he pushed inside.