Wild Thing (The Wild Westbrooks #5; The Brighton Family #1)

by Cassie-Ann L. Miller

He leans over and tugs on Karli’s ear. She uses both hands, slapping him off and growling at him. I shake my head, pretending that growl isn’t catnip for me.

Daphne frowns down at the photo on her phone screen.

I literally have never had no interest in side characters, but for some reason, these side characters are so uninteresting.

I’m about to ask what’s going on, but then I turn around and see Archer walking into the kitchen.

but this side character, I’m so interested in him. I love the name a Archer, and I just imagine him looking like how the cartoon character Archer looks and talks and has the same charisma

And that’s when it hits me. Like a sharp smack to the forehead. That is why I’ve been so gloomy all evening—Mason. I miss Mason. Fuck. Fuckety-fuck. I miss Mason. This is bad.

“She’s the prettiest woman I’ve ever met. And she’s smart as hell. And there’s nobody I enjoy talking with—and arguing with—more than her. But none of that matters—I need to stay away from her. At least, I’m supposed to.”

“But Romeo liked Juliet. Look where that fucking got him.”

“So, since the babe is off limits, is your blowup doll keeping you company?”

HATE THIS DOLL OMG

Seriously, though—why does it feel like something’s missing? Yes. It’s so damn good to be back. Except I’m not so sure this place feels like home anymore. Maybe it’s because of all the pink? Or maybe it’s something…else.

“You’re home…” I say, in a breathy rush. Mason hesitates, his eyes slowly searching my face. “I’m…home.”

Just listening to him makes my heart flutter. Jeez. A guy who loves his grandma. I didn’t even know those existed in real life.

ugh my irl lover loves his grandmamas

“Why is this so fucking good?” He brings his hand to his mouth, licking sauce off of his finger.

ohohohoho

My gaze catches on the motion of his tongue as it swirls the tip of his thumb. I die a little bit inside, wishing he were licking me. Any part of me. I’m not picky.

My chest hitches. A heavy need settles at my core. God—I want him to touch me so bad. Just like he did that night at the motel. I’d give anything to feel his hands on my bare skin tonight.

Fuck it. I like him. I really, really shouldn’t. But I like him.

What the hell am I doing? What kind of person does this shit anyway?! A horny person does. That’s what I am. Horny. Horny. Horny.

But with the horndog I’ve become over Karli, I’d probably just get in the shower and finish myself off while fantasizing about her. No. Not happening. I will not bust a nut to the thought of my beautiful roommate this morning.

I could just walk inside there right now. I could pin her up against the wet bathroom tile. I could watch the soap suds slicking down her soft skin. I could wrap her curvy thigh around my waist and bury my cock deep inside her hot pussy, right to the fucking hilt.

“Well, at least your face isn’t a hardship to look at.” I feel that tiny compliment in my groin. Because I’m a horndog.

“I think about it every time I drive by that motel outside of town. I think about the sounds you made. The expressions on your face. And how even after you left, the sheets smelled like you. Don’t you think about that night, too?”

God, she smells nice. And she’s soft, too.

“I want you so fucking bad, Karli. All you have to do is say the word.”

My heart jolts, hurtling itself against my ribcage at the sight of my sinful roommate.

He lavishes my cooking skills with praise, adding a little moan at the end. A tingle runs through my nervous system, top to bottom. For heaven’s sake! He can’t just go around making sex noises like that. Doesn’t he know the effect he has on me? Doesn’t he know that one of his dimpled smiles is all it takes to make my pussy ache? Damn this guy.

I’m thinking about how he pressed himself against me in the kitchen this morning, while he was still breathless and sweaty from his run. And how I wanted to lick him clean.

I huff, dropping down on the ground next to a pile of firewood. “I’m way too pretty for this lumberjack shit.” There. I said it.

real

Lately, I’ve been enjoying hanging out with her after work. Too much. It’s crazy. We wake up under the same roof every morning. We work together at the clinic for eight to ten hours. And then, at the end of the day, I still want more time with her.

My fantasies about her are officially out of control. The way I cornered her in the kitchen like I was ready to fuck her right there on the counter is proof of that. But the really scary thing is, my fascination with Karli is not just sexual.

Every fucking thing about her gives me a rush.

My attention falls to her breasts, trying to will that towel off her by telepathy so I can get my fill of her tempting curves.

lmaoooo

Her hips grind against the counter. Her legs tighten around my face. And I’d be happy to die right here.

I hate this for him. It almost feels unfair. He helps his patients feel better all day. Yet he himself has to live in constant pain.

I can’t say there’ve been many men to receive one of my blow jobs. And then for him to turn around and shut me down so fast? Most certainly not, bitch!

There’s an absolutely feral look on his handsome face.

Still, I’m greedy for more. I’m not letting him off the hook. I’m desperate to come again, and even more so, I want to watch him come inside me.

Eat my pussy, you wicked bastard!!

I just want to be close to him. I don’t want him to go.

Except…I’m starting to realize that this isn’t all about sex. I have feelings for her. Feelings that are growing. Feelings I’m finding it harder and harder to ignore. I want to be near her—like, all the time. And her laughter is my favorite sound in the world. Her snarky banter gets me going. Her soothing voice calms me down. My head is always full of the thought of her. Every minute of every day.

Her face is impossibly pretty, even now, when she’s been crying her eyes out.

“You are perfect, Karli. In all the ways you need to be. In every way that makes you, you. You’re perfect.”

I stand there staring down at her, pissed that she can’t see herself the way I see her, desperate to make her understand what she’s worth.

I tug on his hand, pulling him to me. “I trust you.” More than I’ve ever trusted any man.

“You’re a total sweet, gooey, nice guy, Mason Westbrook. You might try to act hard on the outside, but that’s mainly all the hair gel you use. Underneath that strong hair gel, you’re soft and gooey. And you’re pretty, too.”

This guy cannot be real. Mason has seen me at my lowest again and again. He’s seen all my defects, every flaw I’m hiding beneath the ‘pretty’ mask the world gets to see. And yet…he’s still here. Still awing me.

“I know how it probably looks, but Karli is more than just a project to me. She’s more than a broken woman to fix. I…” The words coming out of my own mouth startle me. “Fuck. I love her.”

“Bowling league, I think he said.” “Bowling league?” I question. “Since when is Razor in a bowling league?”

is this even real? I only hear about these in shows and movies. is this just a white people thing?

My heart has gone rogue. That bitch ran away from me when I wasn’t looking. Now, she’s parked in the palm of Mason Westbrook’s hand.

No matter how much I try to remind myself that this thing between us is purely physical and merely temporary, every day, I just want him more and more and more.

“I see it, Karli. But I won't lie. There’s something else in Starlight Falls that’s even more beautiful than the flowers and the trees, and it’s probably making me biased.”

“Why are you ogling me like that? Sheesh! It’s like you’ve never seen a girl before.” I scrunch up my nose at him pretending to be annoyed. “Never seen a girl as beautiful as you,”

Cash and Meghan show up first, hurrying over from their house across the street, holding hands and covered in cat hair as usual.

the dream