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

by Cassie-Ann L. Miller

Mason swings around and gives me a feral look that indeed confirms he’s not okay. I let my fingers stroke up and down his arm in a motion that’s meant to be consoling. “Do you need—?” But before I can get my sentence out, Mason is pinning me against a metal shelf. And then, he’s kissing the fuck out of me. Completely taken off-guard, I grip the fabric of his necktie and gasp. The second my lips part, his tongue sweeps inside searching for my own. The weight of his torso crushing mine ignites my nipples and send an arrow of lust straight to the space between my thighs. I’m spinning like a fucking tornado. I find myself melting into the kiss, responding to his growl with a whimper of my own. My mouth is catching up to Mason’s lips when he suddenly steps back.

And not a minute later, I hear my ‘sweet elderly patient’ talking smack about me in the hallway. “That new doctor has one hell of an ass, doesn’t he?” Mrs. Maple is saying to Dr. John as he passes by. “But why does he talk so damn loud? Geez Louise. Y’all need a volume control on that man.” Well, shit.

Here I am, saying Karli looks like a frazzled hot mess, when in reality, it’s me. I’m the hot mess. Well, at least the mess part. I’ve been struggling all afternoon. I screwed up, and I feel like crap. I shouldn’t have kissed Karli again. Also, I probably shouldn’t have stayed up all night two nights in a row, getting to know her until the wee hours of the morning. But talking is safe. Talking is harmless. Talking comes with a certain deniability factor. It allows me to lie to myself and take comfort in the belief that I’m not really crossing any lines. But that kiss? Definitely not safe. Definitely not following my rules.

The last thing I need is my roommate—whom I can’t keep my damn hands off of—to become my coworker. Especially when my best friend—who happens to be the protective big brother of said roommate—is the boss. Holy hell, talk about so many conflicts of interest.

Felix whoops and hollers. “Welcome aboard, sis!” He grabs her shoulder and yanks her into a one-armed hug. Meanwhile, I die a little bit inside. On top of everything, Karli Brighton is officially my co-worker now. This is turning into the clusterfuck of the century.

I’m pouring the green smoothie I just blended into my travel mug when Mason comes tromping in through the front door, all hot and sweaty from his morning jog. The instant ache between my thighs makes my movements falter and I end up spilling some of my drink on the counter. Geez—it is way too early in the day for all this hotness.

He doesn’t notice me staring, because he’s busy wiping his forehead with the hem of his T-shirt. The man has got abs. Abs everywhere. “Oh, you’re up. Hi…” he says when his head snaps up. I startle, quickly wiping the drool from my lip, then cleaning up the mess on the counter as I mumble an awkward ‘good morning’. Smooth, Karli. So smooth

My chest thumps, my stare trailing after him and his fine, tight man-butt. Are doctors even allowed to have asses like that? All I know is, I am absolutely, positively not at all comfortable with the fact that Mason and I are coworkers now. I’m not sure if I’m woman enough for the task. As if being roommates and having to share space with that perfect face and those perfect arms and that perfect man-butt isn’t overwhelming enough. Pretty sure someone up there is conspiring against me.

I hear Karli’s voice the moment I step into the hall. Just the sound of it does something to my chest. Because now I’m thinking about the way she whimpered in shock when I pushed her against that shelving unit and kissed her in the supply closet. What is wrong with me? Have I completely lost my mind? When did my life become a scene from a hot mess Thursday night medical drama? What part of your best friend’s little sister is off-limits can’t I understand?

I wonder if she’s even half as messed up over this as I am. With that girl, who the fuck knows what she’s thinking? Last night after work, she was biting my head off for kissing her again. But this morning in the kitchen, she was ogling me like she wanted me for breakfast. More than she wanted that lumpy green smoothie she was whipping up.

Maybe I’ll finally be able to catch my breath for a bit. I’m absolutely suffocating inside that house with that beautiful, infuriating woman I’m not allowed to touch.

Felix bobs his head. “I got you, I understand. I love my family, too. Even my bratty, baby sister.” 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.

I never understood why all the girls around this town make such a big deal about them. They’re freaking uncivilized.

“I want to hear more about this new living situation of yours,” she demands, wiggling her brows. “Speaking of which, where is your hot roomie tonight?” “Dr. Pretty Boy? He went home to visit his family. I’ve got the house all to myself this weekend,” I brag, wiggling my shoulders. 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.

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. And of course, the moment I find a real-life unicorn, he’s off-limits to me. Figures.

I suck on my empty fork, not about to let a single drop of Mason’s grandma’s pie go to waste. His eyes fall to my lips and linger. Then a guilty look comes over his face and he subtly shakes his head. “Well, you’re pretty talented in the kitchen yourself.” Mason points his fork at his nearly empty plate. “Why is this so fucking good?” He brings his hand to his mouth, licking sauce off of his finger. 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.

His knee bumps mine under the counter. 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.

Going for a run might be my only saving grace today. To be clear, I don’t love running. I don’t even like it. But lately, my only reprieve from this lust has been running until my body gives out. ‘Cause if I can’t feel my legs and arms, and if my lungs are on fire, then I’ll have just a little less mind space for thinking about having sex with my roommate.

Those visions of Karli’s naked body come back in full-force as I listen to the water run. 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. It’s my bathroom rotation, after all. According to the treaty she insisted on writing up. I really want to just walk inside that bathroom right now. My god. I’ve gotta get a grip

“Ugh—my roommate is a clinger. Just my luck.” Her shoulders heave. “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?” Karli whimpers, the needy sound shooting to my groin. My fingers toy with the hem of her skirt as her body sways forward, pressing against mine. God, she smells nice. And she’s soft, too. “What if I told you, you’re the woman I want, Karli? Not someone else. You.”

I trace my fingertip across the seam of her mouth. “Don’t you remember how good we made each other feel? Don’t you want to do it again.” Her breaths are coming out in little staccato bursts now. Her nipples are pointed and prominent beneath the fabric of her shirt. When she presses them against me, my cock jerks furiously in my boxers. My fingertip traces the column of her neck as I push all my morals aside and make a confession. “I want you so fucking bad, Karli. All you have to do is say the word.”

I won’t lie—it took a strength I didn’t know I had to turn down Mason’s offer. ‘Cause to be perfectly honest, I have had many fantasies over the past week about the sort of sexual activities that might help out with those headaches of his. Don’t think about that, Karli. Don’t think about it. Can’t afford to get my panties all soggy again.

“Thanks,” he tells me between greedy bites. “This tastes great, Karli. I’m serious; you need to box it up and sell it.” 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. So now 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. There’s one thing I’ve noticed about Mason. He never stinks. Ever. Not anything like the grotesque, rotten boys I grew up with. This morning, his blazing pheromones set my body on fire.

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. I’m obsessed with her wicked little grin. I like the way she tries to fight it away when I flirt with her. I like the way she loses the battle every single time. I like that she tries to play tough. And I especially like that I seem to have figured out the secret formula to make her walls come crashing down. I like the way my skin tingles when our fingers brush. I like the way she smells. The way she smiles. I like that she’s smart as fuck. Every fucking thing about her gives me a rush. But this insanity has got to stop. Because Felix is starting to get suspicious.

The air is thick and heavy between us. With each careless word we fling at each other, the anticipation builds. At least it feels that way to me. I’m not sure what she’s thinking. Until we both fall silent, breathlessly glaring at each other. Her stare grazes over my exposed chest and my cock that’s pointed forward like a missile in my pants. So damn ready to hit the target between her thighs. 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.

And then my focus moves back to her face and I see something snap in her eyes. We both reach for each other at the same time. The second I have my hands on her, I’m tossing her bath towel to the floor. Karli’s hands find my chest and she’s wrestling my shirt off of me like it personally offended her somehow. Lips collide. Hands explore. Moans float up to the ceiling as I kiss her like I’ve really wanted to the whole time we’ve been living here. With the intensity of the kiss, Karli slips on the wet floor and stumbles backward against the dishwasher. I’m right on her, trailing my lips across her jaw and down her neck and taking a mouthful of one supple breast. “Mason…” she purrs my name, her head tilting backward and giving me the access I need.

Roughly grabbing hold of her thigh, I hike her leg up around me and my erection grinds against her heated core. She grabs my jaw, bringing my mouth back to hers. She kisses me with greedy sucks and bites and licks and I reciprocate everything she’s giving me. “Shit,” I grit out as I drag my pelvis on hers. She responds rocking her own hips. The poor dishwasher gets involved, the lights blinking on and the motor whirring to life. Dammit. I spin her around, pushing her to the other side of the kitchen, my lips still on hers. We crash into the fridge and I crowd her up against the cold stainless steel. We keep grinding against each other as magnets fall to the floor like rain. “Jesus, Karli.” I grab her ass cheeks, coaxing her to climb...

My hand comes to her throat and my fingers squeeze lightly as I crush her chest with mine, guiding her down on the chilly laminate. I drag my tongue up her neck and get a thrill at the base of my spine with the way she moans. The second her back touches the counter, I’m kissing my way down her body, making sure to lavish her shoulders, her breasts and he...

I press my hand on her stomach to keep her flat on the countertop for me. My mouth is virtually watering as I lower my face to her wet pussy. It’s glistening in the dim glow of the light above the stove. “Wrap these sexy legs around my face, Karli,” I command, and she drapes her shaking thighs over my back. My knees are virtually shaking too. She smells so fucking good. I want this so much. That’s the only thing I can think about right now. “Can’t wait to eat this pussy up,” I hear myself mumbling as I kiss the crease of her thigh. Fuck common sense. Fuck morals. I’m fueled by t...

I feel the way her thighs tense on my shoulders so I fucking do it again. “Mason…” she says, throaty and low. “Oh, yes. Oh.” Her hips grind against the counter. Her legs tighten around my face. And I’d be happy to die right here. But not right now, though. First, I’m on a mission to get her off. Preferably, two or three times. I dip my tongue into her throbbing hole, using my fingers to play her clit like an instrument. “I fucking love the way you taste...

“No intention of stopping, baby.” I give her clit a pull between my lips. “You’re gonna come so fucking hard for me. You hear me?” I want her to come hard. I want her to shatter the windows from screaming my name. She makes an inaudible sound, riding my mouth. When I dive back in, kissing and sucking her pussy, she really starts to tremble. I bare down, doubl...

“I’m coming…” Karli announces, seemingly shocked by the announcement as she holds onto my hair for dear life. Her orgasm floods my face, sticky and sweet and perfect. I lap that stuff up like it’s got miracle properties. Fuck, it probably does. I’ve never tasted anything so sweet. When I’ve had my fill, I stumble back, heart hammering as I drag my forearm across my drenched mouth and chin. So damn satisfying. Karli lies on the counter, chest heaving...

And the worst part is, I have a sneaking suspicion I know what might be stressing him out. To the point of having a migraine today. What we did last night was wrong. So freaking wrong. Yet it felt damn fantastic. Was I mad at him for bursting into the bathroom on me while I was pleasuring myself? For about five seconds, maybe. But when I saw all that building lust in his sizzling brown eyes, I knew I wanted to be the blissful recipient of all that bottled-up male aggression. And geez, was it worth it!

My heart falls when my eyes adjust to the darkness, and I find him lying on top of the sheets, shirtless, with a pillow over his face. And—oh my god—that body. Long limbs corded in muscle sprawled off on the bed. Miles of smooth tattooed skin. A sprinkling of dark hair on his chest and abdomen. The outline of his shaft is visible through his gray gym shorts and it practically makes my mouth water. Really, Karli? Really? It’s clear that the man is in serious pain, yet here I am, objectifying him.

Straddling his thighs, I slip my shirt over my head and unsnap my bra. Mason’s eyes go wide when my breasts bounce free. Beneath me, I feel the ridge of his erection grow harder. He watches me with hooded eyes as I slowly bend down. Goosebumps rise up on his tanned skin when I kiss his neck. So I keep doing that. He smells nice. Manly. Clean. And his skin is warm and smooth all over. His breath comes in heavy spurts as I let my hands and lips roam free. “Dammit, Karli,” he manages to gurgle, his big, calloused palms coming up to bracket my ribcage. “God. That feels good.”

“It’s not enough,” I say, my voice all rough and raspy. “I want to give you more.” I dot kisses across his chest and down his abdomen. Down, down, down, until I hit the lottery. “You don’t have to,” Mason says, the words pained. “If you don’t want to.” “Shut up and lie back,” I command him. Of course I fucking want to. Last night, he let me ride his mouth like a circus act on a unicycle. It’s my absolute pleasure to return the favor right now. When I yank on the waistband of his shorts, he lets out a grunt, but he shifts subtly to help me pull them down and toss them to the floor.

A soft gasp escapes me when I find that Mason’s not wearing anything underneath. I sit back on my haunches for a moment to admire him. He’s gorgeous. Just like I remembered. His cock is thick and long and begging to be touched, with a prominent vein throbbing rhythmically along its length. I get a flashback to how good those nine inches felt inside my pussy that night at the motel, how that dick stretched my walls to the max, how it hit all the way to the back, how it felt jerking and releasing inside me. At the memory, I’m forced to clench my thighs.

Gotta love it when they go commando. 🤤🤤

I reverently take the hard shaft in both hands, gently locking my fingers around it. Stroking up and down the length. Watching the way Mason’s expression morphs with agony and need. I want to take my time with this beautiful cock, but seeing the pain in his eyes reminds me that this isn’t about me. Mason needs this. Mason needs me. “Tell me what you need,” I demand quietly. He reaches up and gently strokes my cheek. He pauses. “Suck my cock, Karli. Open that pretty mouth for me.” His low, deep voice makes me gush between the legs. Taking control, I lean down and slide my lips over the head of Mason’s already-stiff length. “Fuck…” he hisses, his stomach going tight. I gently pull back, releasing his crown with a pop. “Relax,” I say softly, stroking my hand over the tense ridges of his stomach.

Mason takes a breath, allowing his body to sink into the mattress. And then I take his shaft into my mouth again. I take more and more of his cock, my eyes locked on his, surveying his every reaction, taking note of exactly what his body reacts to. Every hitch of his breath, every clench of his jaw, every ti...

“Feels so good.” He reaches down raking his fingers into my messy hair. “You look so fucking beautiful like that, Karli,” he grits out. “With my cock in your mouth. And your tits—your tits are fucking perfect. And…” His words only spur me on. Sliding my tongue around every inch, I suck and bob and worship this man. Hearing Mason moan...

“Take it as deep as you can,” he encourages me, his hips continuing to move. “Fuck. Like that. Yeah, Karli. Good girl. Just like that.” It may be shameful to say but—oh my god—the validation really does it for me. The more he coaxes me on, the harder I work, the deeper I take him, the wetter I get. “Shit, I…I…” His limbs start to grow tight. His fingers clench in ...

And when he lets out an anguished sound and releases all that pent up frustration straight down my throat, I feel more powerful still. I slurp up every last drop that he offers, and when I’m done I sit up on my haunches, wiping my wet lips, but unable to wipe away my smile. Mason lies there, spread out on his damp sheets, broad chest heaving and stru...

“Come here,” he croaks out. I crawl back up to him so that we’re face to face. He grabs my cheeks in his hands and kisses the shit out of me, devouring my lips and licking his tongue into my mouth. The scent of sex hangs heavily in the air. My head is light and floaty. Every inch of my body feels...

With renewed fervor, his desperate hands shove me down on the bed. Then his palms are on my breasts, kneading and caressing as his mouth finds mine. He kisses me deep and dirty. Then his lips are roaming all over, like they’re eager to taste every part of me, leaving a trail of warmth everywhere they touch. All signs of the broken man I walked in on mere minutes ago are gone. My spine bucks off the mattress when he captures one nipple between his teeth. “Yes…Yes…”

He flicks the little nub with the tip of his tongue before moving his attention to my other nipple, and I’m in pure bliss. While his lips praise my breasts, his fingers find my clit, swirling and playing before he dips two digits inside my dripping, throbbing opening. “Oh my god. Mason.” I grab onto his thick biceps for dear life as he thrusts inside of me, curling his fingers, spreading them apart, twisting and diving deeper. Meanwhile, his kisses keep traveling lower and by the time his stubble grazes the hollow of my belly, I’m about ready to fly.

Firmly gripping my thighs, he slowly pulls them apart. Almost like he’s unveiling a work of art. My toes curl with anticipation. “Fuck. All day, I’ve been dreaming about eating this pretty pussy again.” His hands slide under my ass, lifting and draggi...

That first, slow steady swipe of his tongue through my seam has me fisting the sheets. “Mason…” I drop my head to the side. When he goes in a second time, he makes sure to twirl his tongue around my clit in a maneuver that makes my thighs clamp around his cheeks. He gives my clit a little pull, testing, teasing, thrilling me. “Please, Mason…” And that’s all it takes. Because then, he’s eating me like he’s famished. So good my brain can’t form a coherent thought. I ease my head off the pillow to watch him. The man is hav...

All I can do is clutch the sheets. Pull his hair. Claw at his shoulders. And then I’m coming so hard, I’m pretty sure I black out for a minute or two. When I regain my senses, Mason is hovering over me in the near darkness with a smirk curving his mouth and a foil packet pinched between his fingers. Where the hell did that come from…? He watches me with slick lips and drunken eyes. “Want me to fuck you, gorgeous?” I grab him and yank him close, tasting his mouth with l...

He chuckles to himself as he eases back to roll on the condom. Then he’s draping my leg over his shoulder. And I’m staring up at the concentrated look on his face as he positions his cock at my entrance. He breaches me. The world stops. “Oh my god,” I whimper helplessly as he sinks inside me, sending my eye...