by Chloe Lang
Alex and Justin were chasing down every lead they could find on the drug lords. So far, they knew the cartel had Wilde in their crosshairs, especially Austin, but nothing had surfaced that pointed to the syndicate having anything to do with the murders of Lucille and Trixie.
She couldn’t see how, no matter Brandon’s continual pep talks, she would be able to escape the crash headed her direction.
Her brothers had called. Both were working to get emergency leave. Her dads and mom were on an environmental safari in the outback. She wouldn’t be able to contact them until Monday, and according to her last call from them, that might be iffy. Maybe that was for the best. Why worry them?
She’d called the Horseshoe Bar and Grill, where her sister worked, but they’d told her that Carolyn had taken leave. Her sister was off to God only knew where again. Carolyn had always marched to her own drum.
“You need a distraction, Shelby,” Brandon said, bringing out another tray of food and a bottle of wine with two glasses. This one was stacked high with cheeses and crackers.
“Who told you the way to a woman’s heart is through her stomach?”
“My mom,” he confessed with a smile, sitting in the chair right next to hers. “Was she wrong?”
She shook her head and loaded up a cracker with a piece of sharp cheddar.
God, she had been distracted, and much more than she should’ve been. Her hormones were firing like the Fourth of July.
“I can’t remember the last time I sat and watched the sun go down here,” he said.
“Being the best lawyer in Nevada must keep you really busy.” She took a sip of wine. They sat quietly together for some time. She glanced over at one third of the trio that she couldn’t stop thinking about. Brandon. Being with him for the past couple of days was turning her into a hot mess, which was the last thing she needed right now.
Unable to hold back any longer, she said, “Tell me the truth, counselor. You’re not interested in me, are you?”
* * * *
Brandon’s jaw clenched. Shelby had mistaken his sheer act of will from keeping his hands off of her to mean something else. Ever since kissing her, he couldn’t stop thinking how great it would be to sample her lips again, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to stop there. One more kiss would send him down the slippery slope far past what was ethical. “You’re my client. Of course I’m interested in you, Shelby.”
She nodded and sighed. “That’s what I thought.”
Oh God, I’m such a jerk. Just had to say “client,” didn’t you, Champion?
Why was he still holding back when he knew she was the best woman he’d ever known? He didn’t want to screw this up. Justin was right about what Shelby needed. His little brother was much smarter about her than he was. Alex seemed to be on board with trying the Wilde life, which was different for all of them. For Shelby, Brandon was willing to give it a shot, too. Hell, it might even work. He loved his brothers, trusted them, and the truth was he couldn’t risk losing her.
“You didn’t let me finish.” He touched her cheek. “Perhaps words won’t convince you.”
“Aren’t words an attorney’s best weapon?” she asked coyly.
“In the courtroom, sweetheart, yes. Here? Well, let me show you my best.” He leaned in and pressed his mouth down on hers, taking what he’d been craving ever since his first taste—her lips. He devoured her, hungrily sweeping his tongue over her lush lips, relishing the sweetness he tasted from her gloss. With his focus completely on Shelby, he deepened his possession of her mouth with his tongue. As he placed his hand at the back of her neck, he enjoyed seeing her blue eyes close and feeling her tender sigh vibrating on his mouth.
His invasion moved even more forward, far past her lips, tangling their tongues together. He wanted her like mad, more than he’d ever wanted anyone in his entire life. No one before, not even his ex, could hold a candle to the impact Shelby had on him. He should have all his focus on one thing, the murder case, but he didn’t. The trial was in a month. That wasn’t a long time to build a defense. He would ask for a new date. He’d get one. More time. That was what he needed. More time with Shelby.
He left his chair and stood right in front of her. Looking down at her, his pulse seemed to concentrate between his legs in his cock and balls. He cupped her chin and gazed at her. “Stand up, baby.”
She nodded and did.
Before he knew it, he had removed her top and bra. Out of his mind with lust, he caressed her gorgeous, round breasts with his fingers.
“Brandon,” she whispered, tracing her delicate fingers along his jawline. “You’re quite convincing.”
“You have no idea, baby, but you will before the night is over.” With every fiber of his being, he wanted her, wanted to sink into her, wanted to pleasure her until she screamed his name over and over.
Bending down, he moved his mouth over one of her nipples where his hand had just been. He sucked on her, delighting in the moan that left her lips.
“Yes. Feels so good.” Every one of her wanton groans were like drops of gasoline on his roaring fire that had his cock straining in his jeans.
Continuing to sample her chest with his mouth, he moved his hands to her jeans. He had to get them off of her. Nothing would stop him from having all of her. Not the case. Not his ethics. Not a fucking thing. As a strong possessiveness rushed through him, he shoved her pants down to her ankles.
“Brandon,” she whispered.
Hearing his name on her lips drove his lust even more. There was no logic left in him. He was firing on instinct alone now, and what that demanded was another taste of her sweet mouth.
“You want me, Shelby?” He had to hear it from her lips.
“More than anything,” she confessed.
Again, he crushed his lips to hers. Now that his lust was out of the gates, holding back would never be possible again for him. Her quivering mouth and sweet tongue were proof of her response to him. Yes, she wanted him, and by God, he wanted her.
She blinked several times. “You sure do know how to make your point, counselor.”
“That was just my opening, sweetheart.” His balls were so heavy and his cock was so hard just by the scent of her sweet aroma wafting up to his nose. She reminded him of honey and of days in spring. Shelby was life itself, vibrant and exciting. “I’ve got a whole lot more to make my case.”
“What case is that?” she asked.
“That I’m completely insane for you, Shelby.” He lifted her up in his arms. “By the time you experience my closing arguments, you’ll be convinced of that, sweetheart. Trust me.”
She wrapped her arms around his shoulders. “I do trust you, Brandon.”
“Court is in session.” Holding her gave him a big dose of pride and pleasure. “Let’s take this to the bedroom.”
“Yes, your honor.”
He smiled, enjoying the feel of her shivering body. “You be the judge, not me. I’m sure I’ll get the verdict that will please both of us.”
Chapter Fifteen
Shelby leaned her head against Brandon’s shoulder. As he carried her into the cabin, the craziness of the past couple of days faded to the back of her mind, replaced by a sense of being desired and small and feminine. She loved the feeling but wondered if this was just another step toward something impossible, something that would leave her heart ripped apart. Though she knew a better choice to avoid the pending disaster would be to ask him to put her down right now, she couldn’t bring herself to do it. Deep down she’d been longing for him to take her just this way.
When they got to the bedroom, he lowered her down on the mattress. Looking up at his gorgeous, lusty eyes, Shelby knew she would surrender completely to him, give him anything he desired even though she was scared for her heart.
Brandon and his brothers had awakened feelings within her that she’d never had before—not with anyone.
As he stood there above her, looking Dom-ish in so many ways, her nipples hardened and a new
hope sprung up inside her. Could she have it all? Have her dream of being with the Champions? All of them? She’d doubted that would ever happen despite Justin’s openness to it. Her doubts were founded in history. She was from Wilde. They were from Elko. To them, she was a girl from the wrong side of the tracks. To her, they were sexy as hell but impossible to build a future with, at least the future she’d wanted her whole life. Poly didn’t fit with Elko men, but it certainly did for Wilde women like her.
Even so, she wanted to go through with this, with him, to enjoy every caress he had to offer. It was selfish of her but she wanted to remember what happened tonight for the rest of her life.
With every lusty glance from Brandon, she felt another hot tingle in her pussy. She was getting wet and there wasn’t a damn thing she could do about it.
Seeing him this way, with his guard down, left her panting. He’d kept her at arm’s length, and she imagined that was how he operated with most people except his brothers and dad. Brandon needed to be in control. God knew he was in control right now, in control of her. Her need for him was down deep in her very bones. He’d confessed his own need to her through wicked kisses and gentle caresses. She imagined him wearing leathers in place of denim. He certainly had the Dom look right now, standing over her.
He stared at her pussy, which was still covered by her damp underwear. “Take your panties off for me,” he demanded.
Her heart skipped several beats. Brandon’s Dom similarities went beyond his look. It went all the way to how he was treating her right now.
“Yes, Sir.” She doubted he knew anything about protocols, but that didn’t have to stop her from assuming her normal state of being. A submissive.
One of his brows arched up for a moment. When she shoved her panties off and folded them neatly beside her, as she believed any good Dom would want her to, his eyes narrowed and his jaw dropped.
“You shave your pussy. I like it.”
Knowing that all three Champions liked her bareness excited her. She felt a shiver roll over her skin despite the warmth of the room, the warmth of her own body, the heat of this moment with Brandon. She wanted to ask him to take his clothes off because that would be fair. She was naked. He needed to be, too. But whether he knew it or not, she was in a complete state of submission. Asking him to strip, Dom or not, just wasn’t something she could do. But she did venture a little naughtiness and pinched her nipples, hoping it would incite him to pounce.
He licked his manly lips and a hot, delicious madness took her over. She felt a little tingle grow in her belly, looking up at him.
“Fuck, you’re too much, Shelby. Hot as hell.” His fingers went to the buttons of his shirt but his eyes never left her body. “I’ve wanted this since I first saw you at the ground breaking ceremony.”
“You did?” She hadn’t realized he’d taken any notice of her then.
He tossed his shirt to the floor. His chest was tanned and perfectly muscled. His abs were like a god’s, ripped to the max. “At the diner when I became your attorney it took all my will to keep from throwing you over my shoulder and taking you up here to the cabin to get what I wanted.” He sat on the bed and kicked off his boots and removed his socks.
She even found his feet sexy, which was quite odd for her, never feeling that way about any other man’s.
He stood up to remove his jeans. She couldn’t help herself. “May I help you with that?”
“You’re damn right you can, sweetheart.” Brandon smiled, pulling a condom package out of his front pocket, letting her know his full intoxicating intentions for her for tonight. “Knock yourself out.”
“Yes, Sir,” she said again, feeling light and dizzy and hot. She swung her legs off the bed and knelt down in front of him. With shaky hands on the fly of his jeans, she felt him stroke her hair with his thick fingers. As she parted his fly, she saw that unlike Justin, Brandon wore underwear, white briefs. It fit his by-the-rules manner perfectly. She slid his jeans down. When they came to his ankles, Brandon kicked them off. God, this was like a dream, a wonderfully wicked dream that was leaving her soaked and vibrating.
You’re my Dom. I want to feel you more than anything. I want to be connected, really connected to you. I want to please you. Those words never left her lips. Brandon wouldn’t understand them. But he might understand, “I’m falling for you, counselor. I’m falling hard.”
“Me, too, my sweet client. Me, too.” Her heart swelled wonderfully in her chest as he looked down at her with his dark eyes.
She tugged his briefs down and his thick, ten-inch cock stood straight up in front of her. Without waiting for his command, she leaned forward and kissed the tip of his dick. Her lips tasted his silky saltiness, a precursor of more things to come. She grabbed onto his muscled thighs and licked the entire length of his shaft.
“Fuck, that feels good.” His hand cupped the back of her neck. “A little taste, baby, but don’t try to make me come. I want to be inside you, Shelby. I want to feel your pussy clenching on my cock.”
She shivered, realizing he was already commanding her, taking charge. Not BDSM, but not far from it.
As large as he was, she knew she would have to take his cock a little bit at a time. She moved her lips over its bulbous head.
“Damn right,” he growled, urging her on. “Perfect.”
She swirled her tongue around as she inched her way down his dick slowly. Not even half of his length had filled her mouth, and she imagined what it would feel like thrusting into her body, into her pussy. And her love for him continued and deepened, wrapping around her heart, sealing her to Brandon for all her tomorrows.
She felt so close to him right now. She was with him, her attorney—a champion in so many more ways than just his name. Everything he’d done for her had made it clear he was her hero. He’d come to her rescue willingly. What more could she ask of him or of her other two Champions, Justin and Alex? Nothing. This was now. This was her moment with Brandon. She’d had her special times with Justin and Alex. Tonight and those other nights would be the memories she would never forget no matter how long she lived.
Brandon threaded his hands in her hair. “Slow down, baby.” His words came out lusty and deep.
She glanced up, keeping her mouth on him.
“Don’t forget that I have other plans for you tonight,” he said.
Time to test his inner Dom and let him get a taste of her wicked side. She opened her jaw wide, taking in more of his cock down her throat. She kept one hand on his thigh and the other she moved to his balls, cupping them, giving a little teasing squeeze. Sucking on his dick until she hollowed out her cheeks, she heard him groan.
“Enough, Shelby. I said enough.” His desperate order shot through her like a spark, igniting a new round of hot shivers.
Instantly, she obeyed, releasing his cock from her mouth’s hold. “Yes, Sir.”
He lifted her up off the floor and placed her back on the bed, covering her body with his. She could feel his cock pressing on her mound, causing a flare of desire to rush through her.
“You’re so beautiful, Shelby.” He kissed her again, and she felt her heart melt and her toes curl.
His lips left hers, trailing down her neck to her nipples. When he kissed them gently, she moaned. The pressure inside her was building fast, pushing her to the edge with every lick from his wicked tongue. He sucked on her breasts, torturing them until she had to fist the sheet just to hold on. Her pussy was on fire and her nipples throbbed madly. His mouth continued to bathe her chest, while his hands moved down her frame. With his cock still pressing on her mound, he moved his thumb to her clitoris, causing more heat, more pressure, more need to grow. She felt his fingers split her labia, dipping into her channel.
He brought his hand up to his lips and licked his fingers that were drenched in her juices. “Got to have more of your sweetness, baby. Too good to pass up.”
As Brandon shifted down her body until his hot mouth hovered over her pussy, her breat
h caught in her chest. His sensuous lips kissed her clit and her trembles ramped up into full-on quakes. His head dipped down between her thighs. She felt his fingers and tongue trace her swollen folds until she was deliciously dizzy. She pounded her fists on the mattress. The pressure inside her was so great, so intense, too much. Release. She needed it so terribly, but it didn’t come yet. Instead it kept building and multiplying as Brandon drank from her body. Another press of her clit from his thumb sent her over the edge to a climax that had her tugging on his hair.
“Yes. Yes. Yes.” Her womb clenched tight as rippling sensations saturated her entire body. Nothing inside or outside of her was still. She was in a state of delicious motion from the orgasm he’d given her.
He crawled up her body. The feel of his muscles, his weight, reminded her of restraints. Dom or not, Brandon was what she needed. “I’ve got to feel your pussy around my cock, baby.”
“God, yes. Please, Sir. Please.”
His gaze was hot, searing deep into her. He pressed his cock inside her pussy slowly. She could feel every inch of his dick, stretching her beyond belief with every deepening thrust. Another inch, and her connection and surrender to him became clearer to her.
With a deep growl, he pushed all the way inside her. Her heart was his now—whatever happened after. His invasion total. Her surrender complete. She was his. His thrusts were slow and deep, adding to her delicious suffering.
Her breaths came out in short, hot pants. Her lips were vibrating as she tried to hold back her scream of release. But she couldn’t. Not now. Not with him so deep inside her body, inside her most feminine flesh—her pussy.
“I love you, Shelby.” He thrust into her in a single savage stroke, clearly lost to his own lust.
He loves me. Tears pricked at the corner of her eyes. “God. Yes. Yes.” She clawed at his shoulders, lost to the climax that hadn’t softened even a little since its first eruption when he was still between her legs with his mouth. “I love you,” she confessed, unable to hold back the powerful truth inside her.