Brendon (Alluring Indulgence #8)(70)
Author: Nicole Edwards

Cheyenne sighed as she rolled over.

Gripping her hips, he pulled her back to him and she let out a moan, making him smile.

Guiding his cock against the slick entrance of her pussy, Brendon pushed inside slowly, breathing in deep when she clenched around him, sheathing him with a glorious heat. He loved the fact that he could take her bare, loved that she’d never been with a man skin to skin. No man except him.

A sharp pang of possession spurred him forward, driving him into her as he held her hips still. Her gasp had him pausing.

“Don’t stop,” she pleaded. “It feels too good.”

That was all he needed, her confirmation that he hadn’t hurt her before he let himself go, slamming into her, fucking her hard and wild, telling her all the ways he wanted to take her, all the ways he would take her.

“Fuck, Chey. Your pussy’s so damn tight. Milk my cock, baby. Fuck yeah.” Brendon didn’t slow his pace until he was hovering on the brink of release, desperate to push her over with him. When her pussy clenched around him, her cry of pleasure echoing in the room, he followed her over, filling her with his seed.

Pulling out, he rolled her to her side as he crashed to the bed beside her, yanking her against him and holding her tight.

And that was exactly how they fell asleep.

chapter TWENTY-ONE

As it turned out, working on her house was one of the things Cheyenne looked forward to most. She was thrilled that Bill and his crew were moving along quickly on the master bedroom and bath. In fact, if things went as planned, she would be back in her own bedroom in a week—or so Bill told her that morning when he arrived to finish the tile work in the bathroom.

Brendon was working his ass off on so many little things, getting them adjusted or fixed, and he’d even offered to take her shopping for furniture. Which was where they were now, walking into a place that Travis had recommended. She was sporting her cap—the one he had picked out—and her not-so-trendy nerd glasses while Brendon was wearing a ball cap and his sunglasses, looking like walking, talking dessert.

“May I help you?” a pretty young woman greeted them near the door.

Cheyenne glanced over at Brendon.

“We’re lookin’ for Chester?”

The woman smiled and then looked over her shoulder. “Chester! You’ve got customers!”

While they waited for Chester, Cheyenne chose to look around, moving into the sofa section. She found a few pieces she liked. Surprisingly, the place had quite a bit of furniture that suited her tastes, not to mention would work with the house. She had promised Kylie that she would send pictures of what she liked before she purchased, just to get her friend’s input. Honestly, Cheyenne was happy to have the help. From both Kylie and Brendon. Shopping for furniture wasn’t something she knew much about, although she figured it couldn’t be too hard.

An hour later, Cheyenne learned just how wrong she was about that. Picking out furniture wasn’t easy at all and she found she didn’t particularly care for it. However, Chester was rather entertaining. The old man realized who she was, but thankfully, he didn’t make a big deal out of her being a celebrity. He was witty and funny and laughed every time she scrunched up her face in indecision. By the time they decided to take a break, Cheyenne hadn’t accomplished much of anything, but she promised Chester she would be back after they had lunch and she could wrap her head around so much to choose from.

“Why is it that pickin’ out a sofa is so damn hard?” she asked Brendon when they were sitting at Chili’s, waiting for their food to be delivered.

“I never figured it would be,” he replied, clearly amused.

“Well, it wasn’t like you were much help,” Cheyenne retorted. Brendon had sat down on one of the sofas and didn’t budge an inch. It had been black leather and quite boring, very similar to the one he had at his house.

“I gave you my two cents.”

“Yes, you did. Not that it helped at all.” Cheyenne studied Brendon for a minute, reflecting on how easy things had been for them that day. She recalled him telling her that he wasn’t good with women, but she completely disagreed.

Okay, sure, maybe the first couple of years that she’d known him he hadn’t been all that good with words when it came to her. But in his defense, she knew he didn’t take kindly to being turned down. She figured it was an ego thing, something most men would have an issue with. Especially a man who was used to women throwing themselves at him.

“What’re you thinkin’? I see the wheels turnin’ in there.”

Knowing the questions she wanted answers to would never be easy to ask, Cheyenne figured now was as good a time as any. Hopefully their relationship had solidified enough that he wouldn’t be bothered by her digging into what made him tick.