With a man like Bronson, there are only two options: end up dead or desperately in love.
Jesse exclaimed, “Oh my god, you brought your gun!”
Shit. I’d forgotten I had it stashed in the waistband of my jeans. But it wasn’t like I was gonna arrive at a potential attack on him without being armed up.
Pivoting around, I folded my arms over my chest. “C’mon, baby, relax. It’s not like I’m gonna use it on the animals or anything.”
“Relax!?” His voice rose; he was verging on flipping out on me.
“Look”—I took the pistol out and pointed at the safety—”safety’s on. And I’ll leave it right up here.”
I set it on top of a high shelf.
Then I remembered my blade, the matte black Strider sheathed inside one of my boots.
I blew out a breath, raking my fingers through my hair. “There’s one more thing.”
Bending down, I pulled out the leather sheathe, thankful he couldn’t actually see the wickedly sharp blade.
“Oh my god!”
I put the Strider with my gun then faced him. “At least you know you’re safe when I’m here, right?”
“I guess?”
Approaching him, I gently place a hand on his cheek. “You are. Promise.”
My fingers trailed to his neck, and I bent down to kiss him. Slowly, making it last as I tasted him, tangling my tongue around his. When he calmed, I coaxed him into more kisses, never once devouring his mouth like I had earlier.
I parted my lips from his, watching as his eyes fluttered open.
He really was absolutely stunning.
“Come with me.” Taking my hand, Jesse pulled me forward.
“What? Where?”
“To my bedroom.”
“No. I can stay on the couch,” I insisted no matter how much I wanted to be in bed with him.
Before the attack tonight, he’d still been slightly cautious around me, and I didn’t wanna push it.
“If you’re spending the night, I want you in my bed. With me.” He tugged harder, and I swallowed harshly.
I followed him into his room, silent while he closed the door, keeping the obnoxious pets at bay.
After turning back to me, Jesse urged me to sit on the bed, and I only had eyes for him.
He smiled, the slow sexy one, getting down on his knees between my legs.
My breath halted. “What are you doing?”
“Take your shirt off and I’ll take care of the rest.” He started untying the laces of my shitkickers.
My cock surged immediately painfully erect, but I put a hand on his shoulder to stop him. “No. you’re in shock and shit, and I didn’t come up here for you to—”
“Are you saying you don’t want me to suck you off? Because right now, I need to. It’s been so long, and I’ve been wondering forever what you looked like. What you’d feel like in my mouth, Bronson.” Voice throaty, Jesse stared up at me through those long lashes.
I had already started goddamn panting for him. “I don’t wanna make a mistake. I don’t want you to regret this.”
His palm slipped to my groin where he rubbed my hard cock. “Oh. I’m sure I won’t.”
I groaned loudly, holding onto one last shred of sanity, going against everything I desired. “Baby, I don’t want you to think I’m just after a blowjob or a fuck with you.”
“Good. Clothes off.”
A grunt tore from me but then I asked, “What about the animals?”
“What about them?” Leaning up, he cupped the back of my neck.
He drew me down to meet him, sucking on my lips, hands threading through my hair.
Another groan pushed out of me. “They’ll hear us.”
“They’re not kids, Bronson.” Licking his way across my mouth, he moaned hotly.
“What if they get in here. I don’t want them watching.”
He smirked against my lips. “They don’t know how to open doors. They’re not actually that clever.”
“Okay but—”
“Bronson. Shut up and let me suck your cock because I’ve been thinking of nothing else for days.”
And my brain shutdown because all the blood in my body traveled south to my dick.
