Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 76205 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 381(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76205 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 381(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
My cock is raging now—raging to get inside Brianna’s tight pussy.
This restroom is tiny, though not quite as tiny as one on an airplane.
I don’t care. I reach for the door to lock it, never once breaking the passionate kiss.
I deepen the kiss, melting into her body, until—
She pushes me away, my back shoving into the counter where the sink is.
“Jesse, what are you—”
“You want this,” I say, my breath coming in rapid puffs. “You want this as much as I do. Tell me you do.”
“I… I don’t know. I want you. Yes. But here—” Her dark gaze sears into my mind.
I crush my mouth onto hers again.
She doesn’t push me away this time. Instead, she grinds into me. The counter digs into my back, but I don’t care. All I care about is satisfying the craving for Brianna Steel.
Distractions…
No more distractions…
Except…
Something…
I need something to get me through this tour. To help me blow off the steam that gets pent up inside me. That threatens to drive me insane.
Focus.
I have to focus.
But a man needs…
A man needs…
She pulls back again, this time our mouths coming apart with a smack.
“Jesse… Not here…”
“Where then? Where, Brianna? You know I have nothing to offer you. Nothing. But damn…” I rake my fingers through my hair. “I can’t be around you and not want you. Not need you.”
She smiles then.
And oh my God…
There’s a reason she wanted me to take her virginity. Something I’ve been blind to. Something I just didn’t want to see, so I ignored it.
But my subconscious knows. Has always known.
“I…” Her voice quivers. “I love you, Jesse.”
“Fuck,” I growl.
What the hell is love, anyway? I’ve been in love before. And it didn’t feel anything like this. This raw and visceral necessity for another person.
No matter how angry Brianna makes me—and manipulating me into taking her virginity made me mad as hell—I can’t get her out of my mind.
Love?
No, this goes beyond love.
Love is sweet and nice and kind.
What I feel for Brianna Steel isn’t nice at all. Not sweet. Not kind.
It’s a raw and animalistic passion that I can’t seem to control.
It’s need more than love. Lust more than desire. Raw more than sweet.
What I feel for Brianna Steel isn’t nice at all.
It’s nasty.
Dark and nasty and full of hunger. It’s an urge to take, a yearning to possess…
What the fuck has happened to me?
This is my big chance. Rory’s big chance. The band’s big chance.
And when I’m not focusing on my goals, what’s best for the band and this tour… All I can think about is Brianna’s silky brown hair, her doe-like dark eyes with lashes like a black curtain. Her gorgeous body—legs that go on forever. Tits as luscious as I’ve ever seen.
And that tight little cunt of hers—so snug that it fits me better than any other has.
I love you, Jesse.
I yearn to return the words. But are they true?
Is raw need the same as love?
“J-Jesse?” she says, her voice raspy.
I shake my head, meeting her dark gaze. God, those eyes, those lashes.
Those full pink lips that are trembling ever so slightly.
Those tits, so gorgeous in that Dragonlock T-shirt.
And her legs. Her legs covered in denim, her feet in cowboy boots.
My cowgirl.
My fucking cowgirl.
She’s a rancher. Brianna’s a rancher. She’ll stay with her father in Colorado and work his ranch.
But she’s not there now.
No. She’s here. With me. On a train bound to Edinburgh.
She’ll be with me for the next few months, traveling around Europe.
And I need…
I need…
I need her.
I fucking need her.
“Brianna…” I growl.
“Y-Yes?”
“I…need you. I want you. I have to have you.”
She frowns. “But you don’t love me.”
“Damn it, Brianna, you don’t love me either. You’ve built me up in your head for God knows how long. You love the idea of me.”
“No.” She gulps. “That’s not true. I know exactly who you are, Jesse. And I love you. I’ve always loved you.”
“But you don’t know love, Bree. You can’t. You’re too—”
“Young?” she finishes for me. “Don’t you dare tell me what I can and can’t feel. I’ve known for a long time that you’re my one and only. If you can’t return my love, I can’t force you to, but don’t you dare tell me I’m not feeling what I know in my heart I’m feeling. I ache for you, Jesse. I’ve ached for you for so long. An eternity, it seems sometimes.”
“Bree—”
“Stop it.” She clamps her hand over my mouth. “Just stop it. What do you want to do, Jesse? Why did you drag me in here? To fuck me? If that’s the case, do it. I won’t stop you. I want it as much or more than you do.”
“Don’t say that to me unless you mean it.”
“Haven’t you figured out by now that I never say anything I don’t mean?” She reaches forward in the small compartment and grabs my collar. “You need me. I want all of you, Jesse, but if you can’t give me everything, I’ll take what I can get. Just for the tour. Just for—”