Freaky by Nature (17 page)

about the snake.”

“Yes.” Her anger began a backwards spiral. “I’m sorry y ou

found it.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell y ou.”

Holly ’s heart jum ped. One m ore thing to add to Cam eron’s list

of Brett’s attributes.
He apologizes too
. “So som eone really was

here.”

He gav e a silent nod.

She sm acked fear in the gut. She wouldn’t cower in the corner.

“Does this m ean I’m now y our prisoner?”

He grinned. “Not exactly . We just need to be extra careful.

Max and I hav e called for back-up.”

Holly sighed. More testosterone. Desperate to change the

subject, she opened her m ind and took an unusual leap. “How

about a m ov ie?”

Brett shifted his ey es from side to side. “May be another tim e.

I’v e got phone calls to m ake.”

Holly pushed past the sm okescreen of deceptiv e m uddy grey

until she found the color instinct told her she would find. Fearful

m idnight blue.

Brett knew dam n well how lam e that excuse sounded, but it

was the best he could do at the m om ent. Especially since being

alone with her in the dark would hav e dire consequences.

“No y ou don’t.” Holly folded her arm s across her chest. “You’re

afraid to be alone with m e.”

Brett froze at the insistence in her v oice. “I’m not.”

“You are.” She stepped closer. “You want to m ake sure y our

tim e alone with m e is lim ited.”

He swallowed tightly and opted for non-response.

“I think I’v e found som ething else that scares y ou.” She trailed

one pink fingernail down the front of his shirt.

Brett captured her fingers and folded them into his hand.

“Holly ,” he croaked, “y ou’re way off base.”

She tilted her head to one side and a curl bounced against her

cheek. “Don’t think so.”

He hardened beneath her gaze. Her ey es were open y et hooded,

broadcasting a v ery blatant
do-me
m essage. It took ev ery ounce of

willpower he had to spit out an explanation. “I want y ou to trust

m e.”

“I do.”

“
Before
I m ake lov e to y ou.”

She batted her ey elashes. “So, how m uch longer do y ou think

that will take?”

“That depends on y ou.”

“I trust y ou now, Brett.”

“In that case,” he said, “not m uch longer.”

Pulling her into his arm s, he breathed a m uch-needed sigh of

relief. His patience had finally paid off and she cam e willingly .

Putty in his hands.

Resting his chin on the top of her head, he stroked the

dandelion soft skin of her back exposed by her halter top. “Are y ou

sure?”

Holly stepped out of his arm s, am ber fire blazing in her gold-

flecked ey es. “Absolutely .” She braided her fingers through his.

“You understand I won’t stay with y ou all night.”

“I don’t care.”

He exhaled and shifted to m ake him self sem i-com fortable. But

w a s
he
sure? For once in his life, he wasn’t conv inced he could

leav e her. Wrapped in her silken em brace with their bodies

entwined prov ed to be a tem ptation he knew dam n well he

couldn’t escape. And that could prov e deadly .

While he took an extra m om ent to analy ze the situation,

bright, ev ening sunlight stream ed through the bay window and

reflected into Holly ’s ey es, causing them to twinkle an inv itation.

She cupped his chin in her hand. “Brett, don’t think it to

death.”

He squeezed her hand and silently urged her upstairs to her

bedroom . Closing the door behind them , he drew her back into his

arm s and cov ered her m outh with his while he pressed his aching

cock against her. She whim pered and opened her legs wide to

nestle him in her warm th. His body threatened to com bust when

she swiv eled her hips to rub his length.

He reached behind her and untied her halter top, his libido

trem bling as the garm ent fell from her body . God, he lov ed her

breasts. Full, firm and custom m ade to fit his hands. He m ov ed his

fingertips across the cream y surface until he captured the weight

with his palm s.

“So pretty ,” he m urm ured.

She m oaned and thrust them further into his hands while her

fingers worked his shirt buttons loose. His nipples hardened as her

fingertips skim m ed the surface of his chest.

Brett pried his lips from hers, eased her to the bed, and lay

beside her. Nuzzling her neck with his lips, he planted sm all, short

kisses down the nape of her neck, ov er the top of her shoulder and

then across her chest. She buried her fingers in his hair, forcing

his lips closer to the heated peaks of her breasts.

With one last kiss, he braced him self on one elbow and flicked

the sparkling jewel nestled in the folds of her belly button.

“Dance for m e, Holly .”

Her ey es rounded. “What? No!”

He tossed her a cocky sm ile. “Please?”

Her gaze left his and trav eled downward to his groin, where

his dutiful soldier stood at attention, prim ed and ready for skin to

skin com bat. He watched eagerly as her ey es becam e hooded and

she licked her lips.

She finally eased herself off the bed and gav e a wicked grin.

“Since y ou asked so nicely ,” she m urm ured, “how can I refuse?”

Holly slid her shorts ov er her hips and allowed them to pool on

the floor at her feet. Looping one toe through the waistband, she

tossed them out of her way . Brett sucked in a hard breath as he

took in the sight of her standing before him in nothing but an

alm ost non-existent black, silk thong. His shaft jum ped and

applauded.

“Off,” he dem anded.

She tucked her thum bs under the slender straps across her

hips as she began to sway from side to side. “You want m e to take

this off?”

He could only nod.

“Say please.”

Beg? Hell, yeah
. “Please.”

She pulled one side down to cross her thigh. “Say pretty

please.”

He wouldn’t hesitate. “Pretty please.”

The other side obliged, exposing the naturally blonde curls

between her legs, trim m ed so short she m ight as well be bare.

His breath hitched as she m ov ed her hips back and forth while

she inched the scrap of silk down the length of her legs until it

rested on the floor. Out of desperation, he squeezed him self through

his jeans.

She nudged the panties to one side. “You know,” she told him

as her hips hy pnotized him like a swinging pendulum , “audience

participation is alway s nice.”

A m uscle ticked at the base of his jaw. His hand froze on the fly

of his jeans.

She slid one hand to the hollow of her stom ach and tugged her

belly button ring. “Unbutton and let m e see.”

Sweat broke out on the back of his neck. His cock cursed him

for being so difficult.

“Brett.” She m ov ed her hand lower, her fingers blazing a trail

to the sweet spot between her legs. “The buttons.”

He released a deep, slow breath and did as she asked,

encouraged that he m anaged to free him self without losing his

load. His dick sprang free, long and hot against his belly .

“Nice.” Her fingers slid through her folds as she continued to

undulate. “Now touch.”

Brett’s m outh went dy . His cock jum ped. “No.”

Her hips took an enticing jerk forward and he witnessed

firsthand just how m uch those fingers taunted her slippery flesh.

Moisture m ade her shine as the ev ening light inv aded the

bedroom .

“Yes.” She added speed to each stroke. “Fist it and pull.”

“Christ, Holly , no.”

Flam es, tall and determ ined, inv aded her irises. “Do it or I’ll

finish without y ou.”

Still he m ade no m ov e to oblige. No way on God’s green earth

could he take him self in hand without losing control. Not while he

watched her play , knowing she was strung so tight and all he

wanted to do was cram his dick inside her and put them both out of

their m isery .

“This feels pretty good,” she taunted.

“Fuck.” Brett wrapped his fist around his swollen beast and

gav e it one good
are-you-happy?
squeeze.

Holly stepped closer, her fingers still buried between her legs.

“I don’t think that was good enough.” She m ov ed her hand lower

and inserted a finger inside her body . “Again.”

With his insides shaking, Brett gripped his cock and m ov ed his

fist down and then up again in one rapid stroke. His balls

tightened.

Holly m ov ed her hands from her body and squatted between

his legs. “Too fast.” She lowered her head and released a hot breath

against the base of his cock.

“No.” Brett tangled both hands in her hair and y anked.

She gav e a breathy laugh and tilted her head to one side.

“No?”

He didn’t answer.

“I really enjoy this.” She traced his purple, swollen head

with one finger, coating her fingertip with the sticky

substance that m anaged to escape his control. “Will y ou depriv e

m e, Brett?”

He released a desperate half laugh. Depriv e her? Hell.

“I can’t it take without filling y ou full.”

He tightened his hold on her hair and tilted her chin.

“Just for a m inute, Holly .”

She gav e him a cock-squeezing sm ile and dragged her tongue

across her bottom lip. His dick quiv ered.

“I’m dead serious.” He struggled not to push right past those

pouty , pink lips and sink into the depths of her throat. “You ev en

think about challenging m e and I’ll turn y ou ov er m y knees and

spank y our pretty little ass.”

The sultry im p raised both ey ebrows. “Might be fun.”

He groaned and squeezed his ey es closed to block out the

challenge in her tone.

“Brett.” He opened his ey es and m et her sparkling gaze. “Turn

loose of m y hair.”

He exhaled a heav y breath then m ov ed his hands to her

shoulders. She lowered herself to her knees and wrapped her hand

around his aching and v ery pissed off cock.

“Very nice,” she whispered. “Let’s see if we can m ake him

happy .”

His thighs tensed. Happy ? Im possible. The only way to satisfy

the sav age beast was to bury it deep in the confines of her body .

Her m outh would satisfy but couldn’t com e close to appeasing the

hunger.

Holly lowered her head and released another breath against

his head while her fingers worked the m uscle at the root. His hips

lifted of their own accord to bring him closer to her m outh. She

answered his plea by opening her m outh wide and sucking him

inside on a long, slow pull.

Holy Mary, Mother of God
.

Brett squeezed the tops of her shoulder and dam n near cried

out loud when her tongue traced the skin beneath his head and

then ov er the top and into the slit. Unable to deny the torture, he

thrust forward until her nose touched his stom ach. She tightened

her lips and swallowed.

“God, Holly , no! Stop, please, just stop.”

The m uscles in her throat closed around him in a tight

squeeze, then v ery slowly she pulled her lips down his length and

released him .

Brett didn’t waste any tim e planting his hands under her

shoulders, lifting her into his arm s, and then tossing her to the

bed.

“I should paddle y ou,” he growled as he shov ed his jeans and

boxers down his hips.

Holly batted her ey elashes. “Please?”

Despite his aggrav ation, he sm irked. “Not this tim e.” He

kicked his pants to the side. His shirt followed.

Holly rolled to one side. “I thought m ilitary m en wore briefs.”

“Not SEALs.” He lay down beside her and braced him self on

one elbow.

“Why not?”

“Too m uch restriction. I usually go com m ando.”

Her ey es widened and then she frowned. “Great.”

“What’s wrong.”

“Nothing.” Her lips split into a grin. “I just owe Cam eron a

pair of shoes.”

He winced. “Do I want to know why ?”

She tucked one leg between his and urged him closer.

“Probably not.”

Desperate to touch her, he licked his index finger and drew

lazy circles on her stom ach. “Holly ,” he whispered, “we didn’t talk

about protection.”

She m ade a clucking sound. “You didn’t bring any thing?”

“No.” He released a rough breath. “Honestly , I didn’t think

this would ev er happen.”

She gav e him a sultry sm ile. “I’v e got that cov ered.”

Growling low in his throat, he rolled her to her back and

rubbed the wet slippery flesh between her legs. Holly ’s soft

whim per filled the silence and she arched her hips further into his

touch. Gently , he spread her open and found the soft nubbin her

center and worked the bundle of nerv es until they tightened.

“Brett,” Holly panted.

With one last stoke of her swollen bud, Brett m ov ed further

down the slick channel until he delv ed one finger inside. Her inner

m uscles pulsed twice and then closed around him . Sweat droplets

danced on his forehead.

He scissored his fingers and increased his rhy thm , taking care

to m assage each and ev ery m uscle within his reach. Holly released

a m oan and her m uscles tightened their suction around his finger.