Wild Blaze by London Casey & Karolyn James

Author:London Casey & Karolyn James [Casey, London & James, Karolyn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2015-03-17T07:00:00+00:00

ten.

Brody stood with his pants down at his ankles and had his hands balled into fists again. He looked to the bathroom and saw nothing but steam. Heather had gotten into the shower, the water rushing all over her beautiful naked body like wild rain.

“Fuck,” Brody growled.

He looked down at himself. He shook his head. He knew the troubles of getting attached or getting in too deep with things. But fuck, he was a man. Coming into the room, his plan was to rip through Heather’s personal shit and hope to find something that would distance herself from the asshole dealing drugs in Frelen. The last thing he expected was for Heather to come walking out of the bathroom holding a towel to her body. Just a fucking towel. And only covering the front of her fucking body.

Brody took a breath and kicked off his boots. He stepped from his jeans and went to the bathroom. He took care of the evidence from he and Heather fucking, then set his eyes to the shower. Most of his relationships were based on hours rather than years. So right now, whatever was happening with Heather didn’t mean shit just as long as they wanted to be near each other. Because in a matter of hours, or at the most, days, Heather would be on her way. Back to the hospital to be a cute looking nurse rushing around. Hopefully that asshole Lyle would be dead and Heather would have nothing to worry about.

As Brody tore open the shower door, he said, “You have company. Make room for me.”

Heather smiled - why the fuck does she have to have dimples that somehow make her eyes bluer? - and nodded. “Plenty of room in here.”

Brody laughed. “Not sure about that, sweetheart. You were pretty fucking full a few minutes ago.”

Heather’s jaw dropped and face turned red.

Brody stepped into the shower and grabbed for Heather.

Time is not my fucking friend.

He turned her around. Her hair was long, wet, the tips slightly curled, resting right at the top of her breasts. He stared her up and down, her beautiful wet body. Her tits were nice, small for his hands, but plenty to play with. Her nipples were tiny and perky, sticking out at him like small fingers pointing.

Slowly, Brody ran his hands down Heather’s chest. He cupped both breasts and she pressed her chest hard at him. As he looked into her eyes, he realized he mixed protection with sex. Or that sex meant protection.

Brody kept his hands moving, down her stomach and around to her ass. His mind and heart were in a raging war now. He sometimes hated the fucking bullshit that came with the club and the life.

Brody let Heather go and took a step back.

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

“I was going through your shit and you didn’t care.”

“I have nothing to hide. I’m used to it.”

“Fuck,” Brody growled. “Not with me, sweetheart. I don’t want that. But I have to have it that way right now.

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