Brendon (Alluring Indulgence #8)(97)
Author: Nicole Edwards

“Brendon, oh, yes.”

Cheyenne’s whispered words had his dick hardening more, his balls drawing up against his body. He wanted to come deep inside her, to fill her, claim her, possess her. He wanted to own her.

But he didn’t want to hurt her. Not in any way. After all she’d been through recently, Cheyenne deserved to be the one in full control. She deserved to be the one to take the reins of her life and make her own decisions. As much as he wanted to convince her that her life should be with him, he knew that was selfish.

Even if he was willing to do whatever it took to be with her. If she wanted to go out on the road, he’d gladly go with her. Hell, he’d follow her to the ends of the earth if that was what it took.

Brushing her hair from her face with one hand, Brendon gazed down at her. “I love you, Chey.” He’d never loved anyone the way he loved her. This was foreign and new and … perfect.

“I love you, too,” she said on a breathless moan as he thrust into her harder.

“Tell me again,” he whispered, pressing his lips to her ear. “I want you to come for me and tell me you love me, Chey.”

Without changing the relatively slow pace, Brendon tilted his hips, forcing himself deeper until Cheyenne’s fingernails were clawing into his back.

“Oh, God, Brendon,” Cheyenne moaned softly, her pussy clamping around his cock. “I’m gonna come.”

“Tell me, Chey,” he commanded, keeping his voice low, but his tone insistent. “Tell me you love me.”

“I …” Cheyenne’s body tensed, her arms locking around him as her orgasm gripped her. “I love you, Brendon. I love you with all that I am.”

Brendon’s heart swelled in his chest and he pumped his hips several more times, letting her milk his release from him. And when he came, he peered into her eyes, willing her to see every ounce of what he felt for her.

He only prayed it was enough.

chapter THIRTY-ONE

After showering and getting dressed, Cheyenne was greeted by Brendon in the kitchen, where he had coffee waiting for her.

“Thank you,” she said, taking the mug he held out to her. “I was wonderin’ …”

Brendon’s eyebrows lifted as he sipped his coffee.

“Would you mind goin’ with me to see my grandmother today? It’s only about a four-hour drive, tops. We could stay in a hotel, come back in the mornin’? Be here for Sunday dinner with your folks.”

“I’d love to,” he said, his eyes softening somewhat.

Cheyenne had been witness to his turmoil earlier when they’d made love. Although it had been the most intense thing she’d ever felt, she knew there was some underlying emotion—something they were both dealing with—that neither of them were comfortable talking about.

It was inevitable, they had to figure this out, but maybe if he got to meet someone in her family who wasn’t batshit crazy, it would help to ease this tension between them.

TWO HOURS LATER, they were on the road, Brendon driving her truck because it got better gas mileage than his. Cheyenne had packed an overnight bag, they’d gone to Brendon’s house so he could do the same, and then they had dropped Scrap off with Sawyer and Kennedy with brief instructions that they’d be back tomorrow. Now they were on the way.

“Tell me what it’s like on the road,” Brendon prompted when they hit US-183 north.

“When I’m on tour?” she asked, glancing over at him.

“Yeah.”

“It’s … sometimes lonely,” she admitted. “I’ve got my own personal bus, but the only person I allow on it is my assistant, Mindy. There’s another bus for my band.” Thinking back on her last trip, Cheyenne found she didn’t miss it nearly as much as she thought. The people, yes. The endless hours of solitude, not so much. “We’re always on the move. One city to the next. When I was on tour with Dalton and Cooper, they’d insisted on goin’ home a lot.”

“It’s that easy?” he asked.

Cheyenne smiled at him. “Nothin’s easy. However, when those two want somethin’, not many people argue with them. It gets easier as your career’s established. I have more options these days than I did in the beginning. At first, I would take whatever was tossed my way, my sole goal being to get my name out there, get people to hear my songs.”

“And now?” Brendon’s gaze darted over to her quickly before returning to the road.

“And now I’d like to think I have more input. If I don’t want to do somethin’, I won’t.”

There was silence in the truck for a few minutes and Cheyenne began to wonder whether she had said something wrong, but then Brendon asked a question that caught her completely off guard.