“You could’ve fooled me,” she said, sounding just as breathless as he felt.
Brendon smiled down at her. She was so damn cute, so fucking sweet. He didn’t want to hurt her, but he couldn’t figure out how to stay the fuck away from her. Cheyenne deserved so much better than him, but the mere thought of another man touching her made him see red.
It was a no-win situation. For her at least.
“And you’re right,” she said softly, her eyes searching his. “Friends don’t do that.”
“Now you know why I can’t be friends with you. I’ve wanted to kiss you again for so fucking long. It’s all I think about.”
“But you wanted to share me with your brother,” she said dubiously, and he sensed something darker in her tone. She might’ve accepted that as the truth, but she didn’t like it.
“I did. Hell, I don’t know how to do anything else, Chey. But it’s not even an option.”
“No, it’s not,” Cheyenne said firmly as she took a step back.
Brendon allowed his hands to fall to his sides as he kept his eyes locked on her face.
“I don’t want to be shared, Bren. It’s not on my bucket list and I have no intention of adding it.”
“I know,” he huffed, thrusting his hands through his hair and putting several feet between them.
“And I don’t want to be with a man who wouldn’t want me all to himself.”
Her admission made him spin around to face her again. “Honey, don’t fool yourself there. I want you all to myself. The thought of another man’s hands on you makes me wanna kill someone. That’s not the problem here.”
“But you just said—”
“I know what I said,” he interrupted. “The idea of making you come a million different ways is a top priority for me, Chey. Sharing you with … Whatever. It’s what I know, what I’m familiar with. So, don’t go thinkin’ I’m a nice guy just because I helped you to bed when you had too much to drink. Or because I don’t want to see some lunatic hurt you. That doesn’t change the fact that I still want to strip you naked and fuck you right there on your kitchen counter, and whether or not I call you tomorrow is the last damn thing on my mind.”
He stalked her, causing her to back up against the exact counter he was referring to. Her eyes were like saucers, but he didn’t see an ounce of fear reflecting back at him.
“And then I want to carry you into the living room, bend you over the couch and fill you with my cock from behind.” He was once again standing directly in front of her, his finger crooked beneath her chin as he tipped her head up to look at him. “And after that, after we’ve showered and I get you in your bed, I’d have you suck my cock until I was hard again. Only then,” Brendon leaned closer to her ear, lowering his voice, “I’d slide my dick into your sweet, tight ass and make you beg for more.”
Her body shuddered, but she didn’t pull away, so he did.
Shoving his hand through his hair again, Brendon paced the kitchen.
“I told you I’m not a nice guy. And no, I don’t want to share you. But it’s all I’ve ever known, Chey. I don’t know any other way. I don’t know how to talk to women, how to make them feel special. And I want all that shit with you. I’m just fucking clueless as to how I go about that.”
The silence lingered between them for a moment and Brendon figured he’d pushed her too far.
“Take me on a date.” Cheyenne’s words were so soft, he barely heard her.
Was he hearing things? Surely she hadn’t suggested that he … “What?”
“Take me. On. A date,” she repeated, slowly.
“After all that I just told you, all the things I want to do to you … you still want me around? Hell, why would you even trust me to take you on a date?”
“Trust has never been an issue,” Cheyenne admitted.
Brendon’s body went rigid. That simple acknowledgment was more than he ever expected to hear from her. He didn’t know what to say to that, but his body knew what it wanted.
Not that he could do a damn thing about that right now. As it was, he’d pushed things too far and he really needed to get away from her before he ended up doing something stupid. He might not be the most sensitive man when it came to women, but he knew for a fact that one night with Cheyenne Montgomery would never be enough for him.
“A date?” he mused.
“Yes.”
“Like movies and shit?”
“No,” Cheyenne said quickly. “If we don’t have to go out in public, we’ll be better off. People recognize me when I’m out and I just don’t …”