The McGilley Trilogy (2 page)

“You too, Kayla. Enjoy your evening.” Brett turned away from a face that was too cute and breasts that had him itching to unveil. When was the last time he had felt such a strong instantaneous lust for a woman? And why the hell did it have to be now, with one so damn young?

“I will if you’ll dance with me,” she answered, liking his rugged profile as much as she did the strong features of his face. His chocolate brown hair was thick and wavy, the lines bracketing his eyes indicated he smiled a lot and he had a firm mouth that she was dying to see if it would soften under hers.

Brett turned back to her, somehow not surprised by her request. She obviously wasn’t good at taking a hint. “Thanks for the offer, but not tonight. You looked like you weren’t having trouble finding a dance partner.”

“So you noticed me. “ Cocking her head, she refused to let him go easily. “Come on, Brett,” she cajoled as she ran her finger over the back of his hand which was resting on the bar. His white shirt was open at the collar, revealing crisp brown curls, the sleeves rolled up to just below the elbows, enough to show off strong forearms. She really wanted to feel those arms around her, that chest against hers. “Just one little dance, to help celebrate my birthday?”

“You might be able to wrap young, hormone driven college boys around your finger with those baby blues and that tone, but you’re playing with one of the big boys now, Kayla.” Removing her hand off of his, he said gently, and with a twinge of regret, “Go back to your friends. I don’t play with little girls.”

To his surprise, she simply laughed at his rebuff, her eyes looking at him with all too knowing appraisal. “I’m twenty-six today, Mr. McGilley, and it’s been over ten years since I was a little girl. But, if you’re that intimidated by your,” her eyes shifted to the obvious bulge in his pants, “attraction to me, then I’ll quit bothering you.”

Brett frowned but before he could think of a reply, she simply turned from him, ordered her drinks and struck up a conversation with the man on her other side. By the time her drinks had arrived, she had won him over and he followed her back to her table, his tongue practically hanging out. Disgusted, more with himself than the poor sap who fell so easily for her charm, he signaled Colin for another drink. It looked like it was going to be a long fucking night.

Two hours later, Brett’s interest hadn’t waned despite every effort on his part to divert his attention elsewhere. Unfortunately, the only seat left available to him at the table of friends he joined was one facing the dance floor and Kayla’s table of friends. During heated conversations ranging from sports to politics to women, he couldn’t help but catch glimpses of her dancing with a multitude of partners and socializing with her friends, her face pink from exertion, her body never seeming to tire from the constant sensuous movements that had kept him hard as a brick. She certainly wasn’t shy, he thought as she teased her partners with seductive moves only to back away with a laugh when they made to get closer. Some would call her a tease, but Brett just put her flirtatious actions down to harmless fun. She was either completely naïve about her sex appeal or completely indifferent to the reaction she inspired, either way it seemed his response to her was just as strong as the younger guys she had eating out of her palm.

At one point, Kayla had looked over at him just when he had again given in to the urge to sneak a peek at her and had grinned knowingly then waved her bejeweled fingers at him before turning her attention back to her dance partner. Cursing under his breath, he had made a concentrated effort to ignore her once again and had been relatively successful until someone else at the table made a comment that defused his good intentions.

“Uh oh, it looks like someone’s getting out of line,” Tom Rawlins commented, his hard gaze aimed toward the dancers.

Brett glanced over just in time to see the young punk he had seen dancing with Kayla when he first spotted her grab her arm as she shook her head no and tried to move away from him. By the scowl on his face and the wince on Kayla’s face as he obviously tightened his grip, he wasn’t taking no for an answer to whatever he wanted from her. Emotions rose swiftly, annoyance and anger rising quickly to the surface. Both were to be expected, but it was the spark of jealousy that irritated him the most, as it definitely wasn’t expected or welcome.

“God damn it,” he swore as the jerk ignored Kayla’s struggles. Rising from his seat, he muttered, “Excuse me,” to his friends before elbowing his way through the crowd, his thunderous expression helping to clear the way.

Kayla pulled her arm again, but Stephen refused to let go and she knew by his tight grip she was going to have bruises tomorrow. Damn it, this was her fault. If she hadn’t been so preoccupied with dividing her attention between simply having fun and cutting loose and keeping one eye on the only man she seemed to want tonight, she would’ve taken more notice of her actions and how her partner was taking them. She had dated Stephen briefly over two years ago, but like most of the other guys her age, he had been too self-centered for her to want to spend much time with him, especially in bed.

“Let me go, Stephen. I’m not going anywhere with you, especially someplace private,” she snapped for about the fourth time.

“That’s not what your body’s been telling me, baby. Come on, quit playing the bitchy tease and let’s go out to my car.”

Before Kayla could say anything, a familiar forearm and hand latched onto Stephen’s wrist and simply twisted. Kayla winced when Stephen yelped and dropped her arm, his angry attention turning from her to Brett who looked mad enough to spit nails.

“Back off. Now.”

Even Kayla had sense enough to shiver at that softly deceptive tone and the cold look in those green eyes, but she didn’t let his obvious anger stop her from taking advantage of his interference.

“It’s about time you showed up for the dance you promised me,” Kayla said gaily before she addressed Stephen who stood staring mutinously at both Brett and her. “Thanks for the dance, Stephen, but the rest of my night is taken.” Reaching out, she took Brett’s hand, making it clear who she had every intention of spending it with.

Brett waited until Stephen stomped off before turning his attention to the little minx grinning unabashedly up at him. In bare feet her head barely reached his chest and even though he knew she was twenty-six, she still looked like a kid just out of high school, something that had his gut clenching as he knew he was going to give in and give her one dance.

“That situation was your fault, you know,” he admonished her.

Kayla sighed. “Yes, I know, I admit it, okay? But if you hadn’t spurned me earlier, then I would have been paying more attention to the vibes I was giving off than on you, so you have to accept part of the blame.”

Brett rolled his eyes and tugged her onto the dance floor. “Your reasoning is definitely flawed, but I’ll give you your one dance anyway.” Pulling her into his arms for the slow tune that just started, he added sternly, “One dance only, Kayla.”

Looping her arms around his broad shoulders, Kayla pressed suggestively against him, his wide, hard chest providing the perfect cradle for her breasts. Molding her body to his, she swayed with him as he moved her about the floor with a skill she found exciting. Unable to resist, she feathered light kisses along his beard stubbed jaw as she rocked her pelvis against his. The bulge pressing against her mound was temptingly large and hard, much like the rest of him.

“Are you sure that’s all you want, Brett?” she asked softly as she pressed closer to him.

Brett lowered his hands to her ass and cupped her soft, surprisingly full buttocks. If she wanted to play with fire, he was going to show her how easily she could get burned. He was sure she was used to calling the shots with men, both in and out of bed. Hopefully letting her know she couldn’t manipulate him that easily would be enough to deter her from pursuing him. Not that he wasn’t flattered by the attention from such an attractive, sexy woman, but in the past eight years since his divorce, Brett had steered clear of women who would demand more from him than he was willing to give, and especially women who were too young, and too innocent to accept what he would demand from her when they had sex. Despite her flirtatious, open nature, there was an innocent naiveté about Kayla that was endearing and brought out his protective instincts, but was completely at odds from what he looked for when contemplating a brief, no strings attached sexual relationship.

“The question is, are you sure you know what you’re doing when you come on to me, little one?” His cock hardened even more as he kneaded her buttocks, but he ignored his discomfort and focused on driving his point home. “You can’t handle more than one dance with me, little girl, so take what I’m offering then go back to your friends and forget about me.”

Kayla shivered as his hard hands on her ass sent another gush of moisture seeping from her pussy and made her nipples tighten painfully. She was so aroused by his hands on her ass, his hard body holding her close and the dark glitter in his eyes that matched the dark threat of a sexual experience unlike anything she had had before, she could barely refrain from begging him to fuck her right then.

“Yeah?” she breathed, rising on her toes to kiss him lightly on his stern mouth. “Prove it. Take me upstairs and show me what you like. Let me decide what I can handle and what I can’t.”

The image of her upstairs, stripped and bent over, his cock buried inside her hot pussy as he kneaded her bare ass, only added to the torture his cock had been enduring since he first spotted her earlier this evening. But remembering the fifteen year age difference between them and how innocent she really was enough to cool his lust, reminding him she was about as far from the type of woman he usually dallied with as the earth was from the moon.

Gripping her hair in a tight fist, he brought her head up and stated emphatically, “You won’t gain admittance upstairs, so don’t even try. What goes on up there is not for you.” Unable to let her go without tasting that lush mouth, he gave her a hint of what sex with him would be like. His mouth was as hard as his hands on her ass and in her hair, his lips demanding as he practically forced hers open and his tongue ruthless as he explored every recess of her mouth.

Kayla moaned when his lips connected with hers then gasped softly when he kissed her with open mouth carnality, his mouth taking hers with hard pressure and mastery. It was a kiss unlike anything she had experienced before and from her body’s instant reaction, her response was unlike anything she had felt before. If this was meant to show her what sex would be like with him, she knew without a doubt she wouldn’t be disappointed or put off like he seemed to think she would be. By the time he had released her lips, she ached with a need so strong her knees would have buckled if he hadn’t been holding her up. If that kiss was meant as a deterrent, his intention backfired. Instead of being put off, she wanted more. She wanted it all, and she wanted it with him.

Brett released her and, ignoring the dazed look in those expressive eyes, admonished, “Behave, Kayla, and make sure someone who hasn’t been drinking drives you home.”

Kayla watched him walk away, anger replacing lust. Damn it, she wasn’t a child to be scolded by him. If he didn’t want her enough to overlook their age difference and her inexperience, then she’d find someone else who did. The problem was, she didn’t want anyone else, she wanted him. And Kayla wasn’t one to give up easily when she wanted something, or someone, bad enough.

Chapter Two

Brett crossed his ankle over his knee, leaned back in the wide leather chair and took a sip of his iced tea, his eyes on his brother, Donovan, and Crystal, a young woman who had just recently been given membership to their small club. For being tall and slender, she had a surprisingly lush ass, he mused as Donovan jerked her skirt up and bent her over the couch in front of him. Wielding a round, leather paddle, Brett watched as Donovan smacked those clenching cheeks several times, the snap of leather against bare skin easily heard over the quieter, softer background music played up here. By the look on Crystal’s face and from the sound of her cries, someone might think she found the pain from the paddle too much, but all they had to do was glance at the seam of her slit and see the moisture coating her swollen labia to know she was getting off on being spanked. Whether it was the pain induced pleasure she enjoyed, the public display or a combination of both, he didn’t know, nor did it matter. All that mattered was she was willing and Donovan was giving her want she came here for.

Brett’s gaze shifted to his brother, noted the gentle way he caressed the swollen, red cheeks he had just abused before he slid his hand down to finger the warm depth of her pussy, his sole concentration on now bringing nothing but pleasure to his partner. It was good to see Donovan out and enjoying himself, something he and Colin tried to get him to do more often. His youngest brother spent way too much time with their horses, way too much time avoiding people and seeking out pleasure. Scarred both physically and emotionally from spending six weeks as an Iraqi prisoner before Brett and Colin had aided the military in rescuing him, Donovan had spent the past seven years trying to put the horrors he had witnessed and endured behind him. Whether it took another seven years or more, they would be by his side.

Remodeling the upper floor of Casey’s to accommodate their diverse sexual activity had provided an outlet for all three brothers to exorcise their demons. Brett had wanted the spacious, open great room where they had constructed a hip-high, padded bench along one wall, long enough to accommodate several couples at once in any number of positions. The opposite wall was floor to ceiling mirrors to give everyone in between ample viewing opportunity. Leather sofas and chairs filled the space in between, nicely padded area rugs were disbursed around the room and dim, recessed lighting gave a touch of mystery to the atmosphere. The room was perfect for indulging his penchant for public sex. He loved watching and being watched as much as he did control and raising a pretty red hue on a bare ass.