Wilde About Brant - The Brothers Wilde Series Book Two

by Cate Faircloth

  “What class was it?” I calm down a little and sit next to him.

  “The societal outreach class.”

  I make a face at him, and he rolls his eyes. “The class is for all the scholarship students,” he explains.

  I sit back when realization hits me. Suddenly, I’m not mad anymore. I look at my kid brother and see what he did for the purpose and not the actual act. He has grown so much, and I don’t even know how it happened. Damien not only looks older with his facial hair shadow and stocky build, but he acts it too.

  “Wow, Damien…”

  “I just wanted to try and make things right.”

  “You couldn’t talk to her first?” I laugh.

  “No. Definitely not. And she was supposed to be on her lunch break.”

  I laugh again, and I hate him for not letting me be mad.

  “So, are you still mad?”

  “Yes!” I sigh. “No. I understand why you did it. I guess you’ve already been punished so just… please don’t do it again. Don’t do anything. They have no reason to keep you there, you don’t pay for it.”

  We laugh together.

  “Unless you start paying for it. You have money.” He gestures to my corner office, alluding to my six-figure salary.

  “Well, I’m not turning down free money. Plus, it looks good that you’re a scholarship student for college.”

  “Okay, Cora.” He breathes out and rubs over his uniform pants.

  “But you are grounded. Like, for life.” I shake my head.

  “Sorry to take you away from work.”

  “No argument?”

  “No. I know I fucked up.”

  “Language.”

  “Oh, please.”

  I glare at him, and he laughs.

  “It isn’t funny, don’t make me get mad.”

  “Okay. You weren’t even at work. Where were you?”

  “How would you know that?”

  He gives me a look like it’s obvious. “Your coffee isn’t on the desk. The blinds are still closed. Where were you?”

  I roll my eyes. After I dropped him off, I had meetings and hadn’t even gone into my office before I met Brant for lunch.

  “At a lunch. Um meeting.”

  “A date. I’m surprised. The rock-star dude?”

  I laugh. “Yeah, him.”

  I smile at the thought. I don’t know why, but just the way he told me today I’m his girl made me see things in a new light. I’ve been worried about the whole hiding his secret thing, but I know I signed up for it and can only live with it. I care about him a lot now, and I don’t want to mess up his career either.

  “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to let you down.” Damien’s voice gets serious.

  “You didn’t. I’m your sister, not your mom. I just want you to make good choices.”

  “I’ll try. You have food? They busted me before lunch.” He stands and goes through the snack bars he knows I have grabbing one. I smile at him, and he winks almost looking like a little kid again.

  It takes us both by surprise when my office door swings open. I gape at Brant appearing still dressed in the fitted jeans and white Henley from before. I feel my cheeks flush and then remember Damien is here and get embarrassed he is seeing me react to a guy like this. I am his sister, but I’m also his guardian.

  “Well, hello,” Brant says.

  “Hi, what are you doing here?” I stand and close the door behind him.

  “I had a meeting with Rick. You’ve got a contract waiting.”

  “Oh. I’ll look at it now.” I give Damien a warning look as I turn for my desk. He steps aside but nudges me first. Little twerp.

  “So, how do you know my mom?” Damien says to Brant.

  I watch him gape in shock as he looks at me and then to Damien.

  “I’m not…”

  “She likes to keep me a secret, I’m Damien.” He shakes Brant’s hands who grins at me, and I shake my head.

  “That’s not true.”

  “Okay, you let the important people meet me. Like CPS.”

  I pinch Damien in the arm, and he laughs.

  “You don’t look old enough to be a mom to a teenager.” Brant raises his brow at me, and I realize he doesn’t care if I were his mom. I don’t know what to think of that.

  “Because I’m not. This is my kid brother.”

  Damien laughs at his own joke and nods to Brant. He smiles at me and nods in understanding.

  “Oh, gotcha. Nice to meet you, I’m Brant Wilde.”

  “You, too. So, you’re who’s got my sister out all hours of the night.”

  Damien and Brant almost match in height, but it’s odd to see my kid brother like this. But nice at the same time because he is playing my keeper as I would do for him.

  “I guess that’s me.”

  “Well, last night it was someone else.”

  Brant arches his brow at me, and I glare at my brother.

  “He’s being a twerp.”

  “You’re so uptight, sis. Relax.”

  I roll my eyes and ignore him.

  “I’m kidding. She spends every Tuesday night with her glam team.” Damien snorts and sits on the couch.

  I sigh and shake my head at him.

  Brant laughs at me, and I blush from embarrassment. Damien, meanwhile, stuffs his face with another one of my bars. I wonder if he’ll ever stop eating all my food. I pull up the contract and groan at the page length.

  “Damien, go in the conference room, please, so I can do this.”

  He laughs and stands. “Or do this guy.” He tugs his backpack on.

  I throw one of my stress balls at him, but he catches it before he leaves.

  “You guys are cute. Reminds me of my siblings.” Brant leans on the desk next to me.

  “He’s a pain in the ass sometimes.” I rub my temples. This has all given me a headache.

  “Is that why you had to leave?”

  “Yeah. He got suspended.”

  “Oh shit, what did he do?”

  “It’s a long story. He was just playing devil’s advocate or something.”

  Brant rubs my shoulders for me, and he kisses me softly. Then again, his tongue sweeps into my mouth and coaxes my lips apart as he tastes me. I grab his strong bicep as I deepen the kiss and lean into him. We pull apart too quickly, and my eyes blink open to his mesmerizing swirls of charm.

  “Better?” He licks his lips.

  “Yes. A little.”

  “What will it take to get you all the way better?” He trails his fingers over my cheek.

  I drag my hand up his hard thigh over his jeans stopping just before the permanent bulge in his pants.

  “I have a few ideas.” I bite my lip and look up at him.

  His eyes dance before they darken.

  “Well, get to work then.”

  17

  Brant

  I like watching Cora work.

  She has little quirks I’ve caught onto, but there are a few more when she is working. Cora has different tells about her that I’m starting to catch on to. Like now I know when she is lying to me. She hates that I know, but I do.

  At first, she didn’t want me to stay in her office while she worked, but I am very convincing. I stay out of her way on the couch while she sits at her desk. When I get bored, I write some stuff down on my pad, but I don’t get bored watching her.

  She’s nice to look at.

  I’ve never met a woman so beautiful, so strong, and in control. Knowing she can stand on her own but choosing not to sometimes, I want her to choose not to with me. I watch her hands mark stuff off with her pen, write on sticky notes, and stuff. She has beautiful hands and arms, soft and dainty. But nothing about her is dainty. The soft curves of her face lead to her striking jawline and pouty lips always painted in some color of lipstick that I end up kissing off. She has the perfect kind of body I like—ample, real breasts, wide hips, and an even better ass. I don’t care that she isn’t perfectly thin, who the hell is? I
can’t get enough of her, every inch of her.

  “Are you finished yet?” I finally ask. It has only been two hours, but still.

  “Almost… you don’t like this kind of foreplay?” she says not looking up from her work.

  “Not particularly. You can at least uncross your legs so I can see up your dress.” I lick my lips and smile.

  Cora doesn’t look up but gives me a half smile. Then she does uncross her legs, and I get a good look at her thighs squeezed in her skirt. But she only crosses them back after a few seconds. My cock is painfully hard, and I don’t even know when I can get her out of here and back into my bed. Something tells me it will be a while.

  “You’re a tease.”

  “Stop distracting me.” She giggles.

  I groan and lean back on the couch half considering getting myself off for her to watch. But I would rather it be her anyway. Ten more minutes pass, and she finally starts putting the contract back in order.

  “They are going to sell you out,” she says.

  I sit up quickly. “What?”

  “These terms are wild, Brant. They pretty much want you at their beck and call. I made some revisions to send off. Do you want to see that?”

  “Do whatever. Do we get to leave now?” I whine.

  She laughs at me and shakes her head as she stands. “After I scan this.” I watch her ass walk right out of the office.

  I groan and rub my face in my hands. I’ve never been so horny in my life, it’s ridiculous. Cora, being the high-powered professional she is, turns me on. Her being a smart lawyer turns me on too, but I think it’s just her being her that makes me want her so badly.

  She finally gets back, and I sit up but see Damien is with her. He seems like a good kid like he really loves his sister. It’s obvious how close they are, and I know it might be because they are all each other has. I also know there is more to the story, but when Cora is comfortable enough to tell me about it, she will.

  “Time to go,” Cora says.

  “Thank God,” Damien and I both say at the same time. I grin at him, and he rolls his eyes.

  Cora packs up and shuts down her computer. I give her a look as we walk out, and she gestures to her brother like that will stop me from coming onto her. My brothers and I shared a porn collection, so I don’t care about being discreet.

  “I have to take him home, and then I’ll come over,” Cora says as we head to the parking garage.

  I come up close to her, and we lag behind Damien heading for the car.

  “I’ll follow you back so that you can come back with me. I don’t want you able to leave the house before I want to let you go.”

  She shivers as I whisper in her ear. She looks at me, no contest in her eyes.

  “Okay.”

  “Don’t touch me.”

  I reach out to her, and she takes my wrists.

  “I mean it.” She rocks back right over my cock as she sits on me. Her panties are in the way, but all of our clothing is gone. She’s just a real fucking tease, and I shouldn’t have joked before about being submissive.

  “Hands behind your head.” Her hair curtains around her as her lips pout even more.

  She rakes her nails down my bare chest stopping at my hips as she digs her fingers in and grinds over me. I’ll be damned if I get off just from her rubbing against me like this, but I might. I watch her in the throes of passion fighting not to touch her, and I fail, then she stops.

  “No touching.” She smirks and leans down to kiss me putting my arms behind my head and then tracing my muscles downward.

  I kiss her back, the only way I can touch her. Our tongues dance together, her taste flooding my mouth as I suck her soft, pouty lips. She kisses me harder, and I buck my hips against her to feel her against my aching cock, but she moves away. Smiling, she pulls away as she kisses down my body.

  “Fuck.” I groan when she gets to my cock and kisses down my length to the hard tip.

  She takes me in her mouth as slow as possible and goes so deep I can hardly stand it. I grab at my hair with my hands because I’m not about to make her stop by touching her and disobeying the rules.

  “Cora, don’t fucking stop.”

  She sucks me harder, gripping my base and swirling around before she pulls away. I stare at her wide-eyed.

  “I said…”

  “I heard you.” She licks her lips and sits on the side to take her panties off. I watch her sex literally drip onto her thighs as she straddles me again.

  “You want to taste me?”

  “Fuck yes.” I try to sit up, but she pushes me down again. I groan, my skin blazing for her.

  “I’ll come to you.” She shimmies her hips and moves on her knees.

  My eyes stay trained on her dripping prize. I’ve been thinking about her sitting on my face for I don’t know how long. Once I have her here, all I can do is soak up every inch of her. I press through her with my tongue, finding her pulsing center and drawing up to her hard clit. I find her spot in less than a second and have her screaming. She fists her fingers in my hair over my own hands as she rides my face. I groan against her, the vibrations running through her, and she moans again.

  She cries out my name among other things. One day I’ll learn everything she says in Spanish, but it seems to be good things. Her fleshy thighs grip my face and trap me between her as I chase her orgasm. I want her coming so hard she screams, and I get her there with no more than a few licks, but I don’t let her go yet. I move my hands and grip her ass to hold her to me.

  “Brant,” she squeals, pulling at me.

  I stay latched onto her clit as I lick her up until I know her pleasure is almost pain, and she comes again. I release her, and she slumps by me. When I roll over to get to her, her head hangs off the edge of the bed as I thrust into her.

  Her hips are held in place by my hands, and I don’t stop until I am bottomed out inside her. She clenches around me and grabs me up so easily, I wonder how I’ll find my way out, but I realize I don’t want to and stay inside her. I drag her down and onto the bed and kiss her hard and fast.

  She wraps her arms around me and doesn’t let go, her thighs vice around my hips and do the same. My hands roam over her body—her breasts, her hardened nipples, her bare flesh above her clit, and the roundness of her ass. I travel back up to her waist to a spot where she is a little ticklish and make her squirm beneath me. I move from her lips to her neck making new welts on her skin to match the old ones. Then I travel down the valley between her breasts as I slide out of her a little to reach her breasts. I tease one nipple with my fingers while my tongue works the other. Her breathless sighs turn into wanton moans.

  “Please fuck me, Brant,” she whispers.

  “Now you’re begging,” I murmur into her skin.

  “That’s hardly begging.” She gasps and arches her back in shock when I bite her nipple and pinch the other.

  “Brant…” She clutches my shoulders and shudders.

  I smirk at her, and only because I need to fuck her just as badly as she wants me to, I do.

  “What about making love?” I move slowly sinking inside of her to the hilt and slowly drawing back out. I catch her gaze and meet her brown eyes dancing in mischief.

  “Mmm… first one, then the other.”

  I kiss her again, our lips clashing and sucking each other.

  “Any preference?” I murmur as I thrust again.

  She shakes her head. “No. You’re infuriating, Brant.”

  I laugh and hitch her leg over my shoulder. We both hiss at the deeper contact. She moans louder as I start to move steadily, my rhythm slow and deep so I don’t miss anything. I already feel my orgasm buzzing beneath the surface and begging to boil over. But I already have a two for one going between us, so I need her coming first before I do. It’s like I won’t enjoy it if she doesn’t.

  “God, Cora.” I kiss under her ear at her sweet spot. “You’re so fucking perfect.” My cock twitches, and I know I’m close.
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  I look and watch her bite her lip, her eyes shut as she throws her head back in pleasure. Her mouth parts, and she lets out another moan. I know this one. She’s about to come.

  “Come for me, doll. I need to feel you,” I nearly growl as I hold back.

  My hips drive into her not losing my pace, not ever stopping until her walls clench me and damn near hold me inside her as she comes. She holds me tighter, and I dig my hands into her hips as I still inside of her and come harder than I ever have before. I thrust through my orgasm filling her up and not stopping until I do.

  Then I kiss her through our panting before we break away, and I roll off her to the side. A few seconds later, she turns and looks down at me.

  “What is it?” I smile at her still catching my breath.

  She licks her lips and widens her eyes.

  “I said first one, then the other, Brant.”

  I laugh before I see that she is serious.

  “Well, all right then.”

  I turn her on her stomach and make good on my word.

  18

  Cora

  This is bad. So, so bad.

  It only gets better every time. Which is bad. Brant has crawled under my skin, etched himself into my mind and burrowed himself into every crevice of my body. There is no getting him out, and I think I finally accept that laying here, waking up in his arms. He holds me tightly in his sleep, his body heating mine, and I have to wiggle away only to cool off. Otherwise, I wouldn’t move.

  I stretch out and turn to him. He has one hand outstretched my way that I was laying on, his head laying on it—his pretty, perfect head. His lips are parted in his sleep, and he doesn’t snore, but his breathing is very deep and slow. I memorize the slight dip between his brows. The only place he really shows his age is the outside of his eyes, but in his sleep, the creases aren’t so deep.

  His body doesn’t show his age at all. If I think hard enough, I can remember how his strong arms feel around me but just seeing them is nice too. I don’t even know when he works out, but his muscles aren’t stocky at all, just defined and filled out. The sheets have shifted in our sleep, the sheet stopping dangerously low over his trimmed hair and the outline of his cock showing through the sheets. I have only slept over once, and he had morning wood that time too, even in his sleep. I think it may be because I am here, but I don’t flatter myself that much.