call them back.
“ Too much? Is that why we’re always fighting?”
Hell, he had no idea why they were always fighting, but they were. At every turn, Brendon had made an effort to piss her off or make her jealous. Anything to get a rise out of her, some sort of reaction, because she was so good at hiding her feelings. And fuck it all, he just wanted her to feel something for him.
“Look, Cheyenne. I’ll be the first to admit that I don’t know the first damn thing about women, aside from how to get them naked. I’m thirty-one years old and I’ve never had a serious relationship with a woman.”
“That’s what I heard.”
Brendon caught the amusement in her tone and his bewilderment only multiplied. “Why are you smiling?”
“Because I think you’re cute.”
“ Cute? You seriously did not just call me cute.”
“I did.”
“I’m not cute.”
“Oh, but you are.”
Brendon frowned. He wasn’t cute, damn it.
“No one said we had to get serious, Brendon. Why don’t we try bein’ friends?”
“Friends?” That was as bad as being called cute. “I don’t want to be friends, Chey.”
“No?” She wasn’t smiling anymore.
“You know what I mean.” He hoped, because shit, he didn’t even know what he meant.
“No, I don’t. Enlighten me.”
Brendon stared back at her, his eyes grazing over her flawless skin, her soft pink lips, all of that silky, dark hair falling over her shoulders. Before he knew what he was doing, he was moving closer. When he was within touching distance, he found himself reaching for her, cupping her face in his hands, letting his thumbs graze the smooth skin of her cheek.
“Unless friends do this, I don’t know that I can be friends with you,” he told her as he leaned down. He met her gaze until their faces were too close together, her breath fanning his mouth. When he pressed his lips to hers, he felt the heat generate between them. Her pulse kicked against his fingers as they pressed lightly beneath her jaw.
He’d meant for the kiss to be chaste, just a light peck to get his point across, but the next thing Brendon knew, Cheyenne’s hands were fisting in his shirt and she was kissing him back. When she opened for him, allowing his tongue to slide past her lips, he was in heaven. And when her tongue met his, tentatively at first and then with the same wild abandon that’d consumed him since the first day he met her, Brendon was lost.
Her soft moan sent shards of electricity scattering throughout his entire body. His dick pressed against the zipper of his jeans, all the blood making a detour to his groin. But he couldn’t stop kissing her. Tasting the sweetness of her lips and tongue, feeling the softness of her skin beneath his fingertips, and the urgency with which she pulled him to her. It was more than he had expected, but not enough at the same time.
“Chey.” He said her name on a breath when he finally managed to pull away. He kept his hands on her face, not sure where else to put them, and met her gaze. “I don’t know how to do this.”
“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
“ Too much? Is that why we’re always fighting?”
Hell, he had no idea why they were always fighting, but they were. At every turn, Brendon had made an effort to piss her off or make her jealous. Anything to get a rise out of her, some sort of reaction, because she was so good at hiding her feelings. And fuck it all, he just wanted her to feel something for him.
“Look, Cheyenne. I’ll be the first to admit that I don’t know the first damn thing about women, aside from how to get them naked. I’m thirty-one years old and I’ve never had a serious relationship with a woman.”
“That’s what I heard.”
Brendon caught the amusement in her tone and his bewilderment only multiplied. “Why are you smiling?”
“Because I think you’re cute.”
“ Cute? You seriously did not just call me cute.”
“I did.”
“I’m not cute.”
“Oh, but you are.”
Brendon frowned. He wasn’t cute, damn it.
“No one said we had to get serious, Brendon. Why don’t we try bein’ friends?”
“Friends?” That was as bad as being called cute. “I don’t want to be friends, Chey.”
“No?” She wasn’t smiling anymore.
“You know what I mean.” He hoped, because shit, he didn’t even know what he meant.
“No, I don’t. Enlighten me.”
Brendon stared back at her, his eyes grazing over her flawless skin, her soft pink lips, all of that silky, dark hair falling over her shoulders. Before he knew what he was doing, he was moving closer. When he was within touching distance, he found himself reaching for her, cupping her face in his hands, letting his thumbs graze the smooth skin of her cheek.
“Unless friends do this, I don’t know that I can be friends with you,” he told her as he leaned down. He met her gaze until their faces were too close together, her breath fanning his mouth. When he pressed his lips to hers, he felt the heat generate between them. Her pulse kicked against his fingers as they pressed lightly beneath her jaw.
He’d meant for the kiss to be chaste, just a light peck to get his point across, but the next thing Brendon knew, Cheyenne’s hands were fisting in his shirt and she was kissing him back. When she opened for him, allowing his tongue to slide past her lips, he was in heaven. And when her tongue met his, tentatively at first and then with the same wild abandon that’d consumed him since the first day he met her, Brendon was lost.
Her soft moan sent shards of electricity scattering throughout his entire body. His dick pressed against the zipper of his jeans, all the blood making a detour to his groin. But he couldn’t stop kissing her. Tasting the sweetness of her lips and tongue, feeling the softness of her skin beneath his fingertips, and the urgency with which she pulled him to her. It was more than he had expected, but not enough at the same time.
“Chey.” He said her name on a breath when he finally managed to pull away. He kept his hands on her face, not sure where else to put them, and met her gaze. “I don’t know how to do this.”
“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
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