Clash (Gentry Generations)

by Cora Brent

  “I don’t understand you.” Her brown eyes were wide and her hands rested on my shoulders. My hand dipped low on her back and skimmed over her panties, cupping the smooth, shapely outline of her ass.

  You understand now, don’t you, baby?

  Restraining myself was murder. I wanted to rip the fabric to shreds, slide to the floor and feel her come on my tongue.

  But with my left hand I gently swept her hair aside and touched her face, running my thumb over her delicate jawline. This was bound to get dirty. But it was also going to be sweet.

  “I said you look beautiful, Taylor.” I kissed her cheek. “I’ve been thinking about you all day.” My lips brushed her neck. “I couldn’t wait to see you.”

  She was catching on, pulling my white undershirt up. “I couldn’t wait to see you either, Kellan. I’m so glad you came over.”

  I had to pause to get rid of the stupid undershirt. My belt was already off. She’d taken care of that earlier. Now she wanted my pants. And she’d get them. After I got what I wanted.

  “What should we do tonight?” I asked her as I lifted her shirt over her head. She still wore her bra, her breasts spilling out of the black lace that looked too small to properly contain her. The rest of Taylor’s body was sleek but her tits were a fucking handful and a half. I’d been dreaming about those things. I planned to abuse the hell out of them until kingdom come.

  She bit the corner of her lip. “I’m not sure what we should do.”

  Her hands took a tour of my chest. She seemed fascinated by what she found, exploring each muscle and traveling over my abs. I was forced to grit my teeth when her touch landed on my belly. I was so goddamn hard I was sure my pants were going to bust open.

  Taylor noticed.

  She stroked my swollen cock inside my pants, surveying the rigid shape with her hand and smiling at the way I inhaled sharply when she found the sensitive tip. Instead of breaking into the zipper she paused, leaning into me with her hand still torturing my dick. Her hair smelled like citrus fields and sunshine. I wanted to do exceedingly dirty things to that hair. I wanted to pull it and jerk off in it and seize it in both fists while her mouth did my bidding. But Taylor only teased me, nipping at the skin just beneath my collarbone. She was good at this game.

  “Maybe we’d get some ideas if we went to the bedroom,” she suggested, flicking her tongue over my neck.

  I swallowed and focused. I had to keep it together or I’d erupt before I even got my zipper down.

  “The bedroom might be a good place to start.” I gently gripped her hair and pulled her head back a few inches. With my other hand I allowed the pad of my thumb to graze her lips. “Except we can’t do anything else just yet because I haven’t even kissed you hello.”

  She sucked the end of my thumb and then gave me one of her stunning smiles that had the tendency to turn me inside out. She could flatten me with that smile at her leisure. I wouldn’t complain.

  “Hello, Kellan,” she whispered.

  I could force myself to move slowly. For now. That would change. I tasted her lips with my tongue and kissed her softly, gently.

  She loved it. The romance of a tender kiss and all the promises it implied.

  She shut her eyes and moaned into my mouth, her hands gripping my shoulders. I wound one hand all up in her hair and dug harder into the kiss. She leaned into me, all hot skin and hunger.

  “I’ve wanted you so much,” Taylor sighed when her mouth was temporarily free. I’d moved on to her neck. I teased hard and I sucked harder, making a mark or two because she was mine, all mine. Everyone needed to see that. Everyone needed to know.

  She still had her bra on and I’d just decided something needed to be done about that when she read my mind and unfastened it herself, which was hot as fuck. My hands went everywhere, requiring the feel of every inch of her skin all at once. Taylor melted with a groan when I started grinding.

  I wanted to have her like this. Standing up. Her legs wrapped around me while I held her ass in my hands and forced her to ride with hard abandon.

  Fuck, she was sexy.

  I was on the brink. I was about to lose my shit and forget my place as the romantic hero.

  For weeks we’d slept only a room apart. For weeks we’d tormented each other with an overpowering attraction that we suppressed as we lived side by side.

  Taylor was my friend. She was my fantasy. She took my breath away just by walking into a fucking room. She was the dream girl I’d never fully sketched and now couldn’t live without.

  No, this wouldn’t be some lightning fast fuck in the middle of the bright living room. Not this time. There’d be plenty of chances for that. I’d promised her the romance. That’s what she deserved.

  With monumental willpower I compelled myself to take a step back.

  “What’s wrong?” Taylor became shy suddenly, crossing her arms over her bare breasts as she faced me in only her panties. She looked uncertain, like maybe she thought I’d change my mind and walk out.

  That killed me.

  I thought I’d been doing the right thing by keeping my distance while she lived in my place. Now, as a consequence, she wasn’t sure this was real.

  It was real all right.

  I’d never felt anything more real.

  Before the night was over she’d know with complete certainty that I was sure about her. About us. We were in this now.

  “Come on, honey.” I took her hand and tenderly kissed it. Her hair spilled over her breasts and she gave new meaning to the concept of beauty. She was a goddess. She would always be treated as such by me.

  Taylor smiled again. “Where?”

  “Where we belong.”

  For the second time tonight I lifted her in my arms, a move that obviously pleased her as she nuzzled my neck and allowed me to carry her to my bedroom. I set her down on top of the bed and switched on the bedside lamp. No way was I missing the sight of this.

  “Come here.” She sat up and reached for me, unfastening my pants. This time I let her.

  My pants dropped. Her eyes rolled over me and widened.

  “Is this really happening?” she breathed and eased onto her back.

  “It’s happening.” I pushed my boxers down. I enjoyed how she watched and where she looked.

  Taylor sucked in a breath. “Kel, did you know? Did you know how bad I’ve been wanting you?”

  “Yes.” I bent down and kissed her. “And I’m going to make you show me.”

  I reached into the nightstand for a condom. The package was new, unopened. Perfect. We’d be using plenty of them tonight.

  My eyes remained glued to the vision of Taylor spread out on my bed with her hair fanned over the pillow. She slipped her fingers into the elastic of her black panties and slowly eased them down over her smooth thighs before kicking them off.

  I couldn’t take it anymore. I tore open the condom package with my teeth and rolled it on in the space of two seconds. I knelt between her eagerly parted legs and hooked my hands under each of her knees until her legs were right where I needed them to be. My swollen cock ached for some relief and nearly went berserk when the tip grazed her center.

  “I need you,” she begged, writhing around underneath me. “I can’t stand it.”

  “I know exactly what you fucking need.” I sucked her breasts, one at a time. This was my greatest triumph, feeling her come apart, arching her tits into my mouth and pleading for more.

  I abruptly rolled to my back and took her with me. She sat up, knees braced on either side, those gorgeous tits jutting out to command attention. Her hair fell down in waved curtains and her face was flushed as she peered down at me.

  “Take it in,” I ordered, bracing my hands on her waist and easing my way into her as she threw her head back and groaned. I rocked my way into her body and gave her the rhythm.

  “You feel so good,” she whispered, eyes closed, palms braced on my chest, hips pulsing back and forth and then gasping when I gripped her to drive
myself in deeper. I already knew what she liked the most.

  “Show me, baby. Make yourself come.”

  Watching Taylor ride my dick was pure ecstasy. It was every fucking wet dream, every spank of the meat, every pornographic vision.

  I had to practically kill myself to keep from exploding but I wanted this part to be about her, all her. I’d get my turn.

  “Oh my god. Oh my god!” She was shaking now, going to pieces over the convulsions that wracked her. “So fucking good!”

  She was still shuddering and swearing but I didn’t give her a break. Her climax was still in full tilt when I flipped over and trapped her underneath me. I felt her long legs wrap around my waist and I slowed my pace, choosing deep, long strokes that kept her moaning with every move.

  I propped myself up on my palms and watched her face change as I moved inside of her. It was impossible to believe I’d ever been this fucking deep inside of anyone. I might never want to come out.

  But the urgency was building and I couldn’t hold back for much longer. I wished there was no condom between us. A fierce possessiveness filled my chest. Something basic, instinctive, older than history.

  She was shaking again, crying my name, suffering from the spell of another punishing orgasm. I seized her hands, held them over her head and accelerated my pace until I was at the breaking point. I heard myself growl out the primitive words that ran through my mind as I rode the cataclysmic wave.

  “You know you’re mine. All fucking mine.”

  “Always,” she whimpered and circled her arms around my sweaty back after I collapsed on top of her, still reeling from the shockwaves.

  I feared I might be crushing her so I rolled away but then I collected her in my arms and planted a soft kiss on her lips.

  Taylor propped her chin on my chest and reached up to stroke my face. Her expression was flushed and dreamy.

  “It was exactly how you said it should be,” she said.

  I grinned. “It’s far from over tonight.” I pulled her in closer and kissed her again. “And we’ve got all the time in the world.”

  I’d spoken the truth. I would always tell her the truth.

  We had plenty of time.

  We had each other.

  We had everything.

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Taylor

  Thomas eyed us while he guzzled a protein shake beside the sink. He was all sweaty after returning from a long run.

  “I’m surprised you guys aren’t still in hibernation,” he said and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “I didn’t think you got any sleep last night.”

  “Did we keep you up?” I asked him, genuinely feeling bad. We made an effort not to be loud. We were mindful of the fact that Thomas was in the next room.

  “Nah,” Thomas assured me with a wink. “I didn’t hear a thing.”

  Under the table Kellan pushed his hand between my knees. I threw him a look that warned him to behave at the breakfast table but he paid no attention.

  “Anyone want to go for a swim?” Thomas asked. “I was about to head for the pool to do some laps.”

  “It’s Sunday,” Kellan informed him. “The proverbial day of rest. A day some of us take a break from chores like exercise.” He tickled the skin behind my knee. “At least the conventional kind.”

  Thomas peeled a banana. “I haven’t had time to hit the gym in three days. I’m trying to get pumped for the game tonight.”

  “What time is the game?” I asked, allowing Kellan to pull me out of my chair and into his lap. I couldn’t resist him and he knew it. He smiled with triumph and tried to feed me a spoonful of his cereal.

  Thomas had eaten the banana in two bites. Now he was unwrapping what looked like a brick of sawdust. “It starts at five. Hey, I told you guys it’s just an exhibition game for charity, right? You don’t have to come. Hell, Mom and Dad can’t even make it.

  I swallowed the bite of the cornflakes Kellan had served me. “I’ve never seen you play,” I told Thomas. “I want to come.”

  “Yeah, Taylor wants to come,” Kellan announced and then cracked up because sometimes he was a grown man who amused himself by making the kind of vulgar comments better suited to a fifteen year old boy.

  I twisted the lobe of his ear. “Be good,” I whispered. “Or you’ll suffer.”

  He was interested. “How?” he whispered back. He shifted his weight. There was a high probability his dick was hard even though we’d banged doggy style on his bed not twenty minutes ago.

  I threw him a glare. I wasn’t serious. He grinned, knowing it was impossible for me to stay annoyed with him. But I did like to keep a lid on our antics in front of his brother. This was Thomas’s apartment and I’d never want him to feel like an outsider or as if he couldn’t walk into a room without the risk of seeing me and Kellan climbing all over each other.

  “We’ll be there,” I told Thomas. “It’s being played at Dream Fields, right?”

  Thomas nodded. “Yup. Dalton put it all together.”

  Dalton Tremaine was a former pro ball player and owner of Dream Fields, the baseball training facility where Thomas worked. Dalton was married to Cami Gentry, Kellan and Thomas’s cousin. They were also the parents of an adorable little girl. I was proud of myself for remembering all of that. Little by little I was starting to get a handle on who was who among Kellan’s family.

  “It’s to benefit the families of first responders who lost their lives in the line of duty,” Thomas went on to say. “I’ll arrange to have a couple of tickets left for you at the door.”

  “We’ll buy the tickets,” I assured him. “I mean, it is for charity.”

  “Cool.” Thomas shrugged and polished off his sawdust. “Kel, are you going to get something done today or are you planning to keep your girlfriend captive and drool all over her until it’s time to leave for the game?”

  Kellan was annoyed. “Go jerk off in the shower and leave us alone.”

  “One thing at a time.” Thomas peeled off his t-shirt and snatched a towel that was hanging over the back of a kitchen chair. “Going to do my laps. Then I’ll jerk off in the shower.”

  He tossed his towel over one shoulder and walked off, whistling.

  Kellan stared after his brother. “We should find that kid a girl,” he commented after the apartment door was closed.

  “I think Thomas has no trouble finding girls.”

  “I know.” Kellan suddenly became intrigued by the strap of my tank top. He peeled it down off my shoulder. “But I want him to choose the right one and be as happy as we are.”

  Kellan’s tongue savored the nipple of my newly exposed breast. Heat pooled in my belly and crept lower. I threaded my fingers through his hair and didn’t object when he slid the rest of my shirt down to deal with my other breast.

  My breath hitched and my skin became hot and I would have forgotten my resolve about not screwing around in the kitchen when there was a chance that Thomas might walk through the door.

  But instead of getting busy all over the table, Kellan decided to haul me into the shower where he dropped to his knees, hooked my right leg over his shoulder and fucked me with his tongue. And then, because he was a good sport, he allowed me to lick his balls and suck him off, finishing in my mouth as the water cascaded down. Filthy. And totally fabulous.

  Afterwards, he wrapped me in a warm towel and kissed me softly.

  “I love you,” he whispered.

  “You should,” I whispered back and slapped his bare, muscular ass. “And I love you, too.”

  It was hard to believe that less than a month had passed since the night of the wedding. The night we bridged the gap between friendship and relationship. The night we stopped holding back. The night we really started to become us.

  Originally the plan was for me to accept that room in Paige and Derek’s house because I decided it made sense. It was one thing to crash on a guy’s couch as a friend. It was an entirely different concept to actually live with him
in his room and his bed and share everything. No boyfriend had ever been as important to me as Kellan was. I was afraid of overstepping a boundary before we were ready. I was afraid of messing this up somehow.

  So far I hadn’t gotten to Paige and Derek’s house or anywhere else. Every time the subject came up we tabled the discussion. We were having too much fun to deal with anything serious. We were falling too hard and fast, if there was such a thing. I wasn’t sure anymore. All I was sure of was that I adored him.

  Kellan had refused to accept any rent money and a few days ago I finally put my foot down and said I wouldn’t have sex with him again (lie, total lie) unless he allowed me to pay part of the rent. He rolled his eyes and griped and made some circular Kellan-type objections but ultimately he agreed. As long as I was staying here I would be paying my share and that was that.

  I decided to locate another cup of coffee while Kellan toweled off and got dressed. He’d rearranged his schedule at work so we could have Sundays off together but today he needed to go to the university library and attend a group project meeting for one of his classes. He asked if I wanted to come along and hang out but I declined.

  “I think I have something more exciting to do than listen to you argue with people about business ethics.”

  He raised an eyebrow. A few strands of damp hair fell adorably over his forehead. “It’s a corporate finance class. Ethics are prohibited.”

  I snorted. “Just the same, I’m going to stay here and do all the laundry.”

  “Don’t do my laundry.”

  “Why?”

  “Because I can do my own laundry. You’re not the maid.”

  “Maybe I’d like to be. Maybe that’s something we should role play. Maybe you should buy me one of those French maid getups for Halloween and I’ll prance around with a feather duster.”

  He thought about it. “Okay, I changed my mind about the maid thing. That’s fucking hot.” He bent down and kissed me. “I’ll see you later. I’ll be back by two so we’ll have plenty of time to make it to Thomas’s game.”