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

by Cassie-Ann L. Miller

Each stroke is deep, thorough, probing. And my hips start working on their own, riding him as he rides me. The way our bodies move in sync its like some sort of cosmic choreography. We communicate without words. He knows exactly what spots to kiss and I know exactly where he needs to be touched and I can’t find a logical explanation for...

Mason’s thumb glides smoothly over my clit. “I don’t think I can hold back much longer, Karli.” “I’m so close.” I throw my head back against the pillows. “I’m so fucking close.” When I say that, Mason abruptly flips me onto my stomach and plucks my clit between his fingers again and again in an unpredictable rhythm. Soon, my body can’t take anymore. I hear myself mewling. “I’m about to come.” His lips come to my ear, warm breath tick...

I start quaking and tremoring as the orgasm washes through me. The sensation races up my spine and explodes behind my eyes like fireworks. I glance over my shoulder and see Mason go tense, his face upturned to the ceiling. His cock is throbbing inside me as he releases again. It’s chaotic...

My brothers decided tonight was a good time for a dude’s night out, and the five of them are across the bar. With Dr. Pretty Boy. Fuck that guy. Especially after the way he blew my back out a few nights ago and then promptly showed me the door. He and I haven’t exchanged more than a handful of words since then. Which means things have been tense as hell between us, both at home and at work. So it’s really getting on my nerves the way he keeps sneaking peeks at me tonight. Well, he can look but he can’t touch. I know I’m hot as fuck in my cut-off jeans and crop top. Eat your heart out, you sexy bastard!

Of course, the only reason I know he’s sneaking peeks at me is because I’ve been sneaking peeks at him, too. Fuck—he looks good, in a simple black T-shirt that hugs his wide chest, dark denim encasing his powerful thighs and a pair of classic black low-top sneakers that give him a casual, laid-back vibe. His hair is messy tonight, not carefully combed like it was when he left for work this morning. The scruff on his cheeks adds a rugged edge to the whole presentation. I like it. And I’m not the only girl in here who’s noticed Mason. Hell—women are all over him. I’ve been watching him peel them off of him like grocery store stickers all night. But we’re not gonna talk about all that.

Between stolen, heated glances with my roommate, I finish my drink and turn to Inez where she’s busy behind the bar. I flash her a grin. “Another whiskey sour?” I tilt my empty glass at the bartender. Without missing a beat, she flashes me a wink. “Coming right up, babe.” Is that my third one now? My fourth? I don’t even know. Even though it’s a Friday night, I know I shouldn’t be letting myself loose like this. But it’s the only...

Dr. Pretty Boy’s record-breaking rejection is messing with my head. More aptly put, Mason is messing with my head. Okay, yes. I’m the one who initiated the bedroom shenanigans that went down the other night. But he flirted with me first. Hell, he was all over me in the kitchen a few mornings earlier when I was making my breakfast smoothie. And he’d been flashing me that sneaky dimpled smile at the clinic all week. And he’s the one who snuck in on me in the bathroom and then ate my pussy on the kitchen counter like a homemade dinner…

Fists fly, drinks are thrown, the girls scream, and glass is shattered, as Mason and my brothers go head-to-head with Drunk Guy and his fellow drunk buddies. It’s Nolan who eventually manages to break things up and get the assholes out of his bar. Well, so much for my nice girl’s night out. Someone cuts the music and now, we’re all standing around in a dazed state, the guys looking a little worse for wear. I don’t miss it when my brothers exchanged confused looks. I guess they’re used to always being the first ones to jump in and defend my honor. But this time Mason beat them to it, and they don’t know what to make of that.

I’m Mason Westbrook. I-always-have-a-plan should be my middle name. But with Karli? With Karli, I never quite know what’s going to happen next. I’ve been on edge around her, especially since what happened between us the other night. I shouldn’t have let her put her mouth on my cock. That was my biggest mistake. Blowjobs are my weakness. They always have been, and for the record, Karli’s mouth just happens to be heaven. Sinking my cock into the heat between her thighs was an otherworldly experience all its own. And now I’m supposed to somehow muster up the willpower to resist her? How?! How?! Tell me, how do I stand a chance?

“Admit it, we’re going to cross the fucking line again.” There’s a beat of silence as she meets my stare. “Fuck that line in the sand, Mason…Fuck me.” Dammit! This woman is going to be the bitter end of me. But at least it’d be a happy ending, that’s for sure.

Mason seems desperate, too. He tosses me across the bed and reaches behind him, urgently tearing his T-shirt over his head. Then he’s undoing the fly of his jeans. Then his pants and underwear are gone. Then his massive cock is pointing at me like a compass. The whole time, his eyes never leave me. His features are lit by the glow pouring in from the hallway, and in all my life, I’ve never seen a more feral creature. I sniffle, mildly afraid for my survival. This man is going to eat me the fuck up.

Shaft in hand, slowly stroking himself up and down, Mason approaches the bed. “On your stomach, Karli,” he commands. “Ass in the air.” Yes, sir. I do exactly as I’m told, swiftly flipping over. His large hands cover my ass, kneading, rolling, igniting every nerve ending in the vicinity. “Fucking sexy,” I hear him hiss. He spreads my ass cheeks apart, completely exposing my shamelessly drenched folds. I feel his breath flutter over my center. His lips trace a line so close—so close—to my aching core…but not quite there. “You know you’ve been driving me crazy. Don’t you, Karli?” His tongue comes out to retrace that same line, deliberately missing the sensitive spot where I so desperately want his touch. My back arches. My knees tremble. My pussy aches. Want him there. Need him right there. Eat my pussy, you wicked bastard!!

Internally I may be begging, but on the outside, I stubbornly hold onto my pride. I chuckle huskily. “So you’re gonna play the victim? You’ve been doing everything in your power to get me worked up.” When Mason withdraws abruptly, I whimper. The mattress dips and then his body is right there on mine. His thighs are braced around mine, his abs are pressed to my back and his fingers ...

Through my fuzzy awareness, I hear the sound of the zipper on his duffel bag. The soft crinkle of a foil packet being ripped open. Then the bastard pulls me back up onto my knees, with my ass pointed up at the damn ceiling. I feel Mason kneeling behind me, his thighs braced around mine. Then the tip of his erection prods my entrance, abruptly piercing through my ready opening. And a moment later, my pussy is blissfully full of his cock. “Fuuucckk…” Mason groans low as my walls ripple, adjusting to his girth. “Jesus Christ, Karli.” “Please,” I whine, my hips starting to wiggle on impulse.

His hands hold my legs open while his cock pistons in and out. The man bangs the everliving shit out of me. And the faster I jerk my hips, the harder he thrusts. And the louder I beg for him, the deeper he buries himself inside me. And soon everything is just a blur of moans and sweat and a frantic chase for release. Pressure is simmering now, boiling low in my belly. I know I’m almost there. My body is almost ready. “I’m so close,” I sob into the mattress, “Please, Mason.” I’m past the point of trying to be cute or ladylike. I just want him to make me see the moon and the stars. His hand finds my breast, tweaking my hard nipple before giving it a little pull. His warm breath tickles the back of my neck. “Come for me, baby.”

At his command, my entire body momentarily goes taut. Then my restraint shatters and I fall apart in his hands with a pathetic whimper. Fire eats through my limbs and I succumb to the pleasure. As I come and come and come, I feel Mason emptying inside me, his cock twitching and pulsing in the clutch of my pussy. We both tumble onto the mattress, sweaty and out of breath. After lying quietly beside me for a moment, Mason swings his legs over the side of the bed, and I watch his perfectly round ass as he wordlessly saunters out of the room.

I lay my head on his chest and Mason doesn’t push me away. And this time, I don’t run off. Instead, we hold onto each other, basking in how good this feels. Surrender. No snarky words flying like missiles in the air. No shields for our hearts to hide behind. All weapons scattered on the ground. Yet I feel perfectly safe in his arms. This is what surrender feels like.

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. God. This is confusing. And terrifying. For a million different reasons.

I tug on his hand, pulling him to me. “I trust you.” More than I’ve ever trusted any man. When I say that, Mason takes my face in his hands and he absolutely devours my lips. Then he’s kneeled between my thighs, burying himself inside me and fucking me until I’m gasping his name with my toes curled in the distressed medallion rug beneath the coffee table. Feeling him bare is so damn good, every sensation is heightened to the next level. We both come hard. He pours inside me and my pussy squeezes down on him, milking every drop of his warm, thick release.

We pile into two cars, and I give my cousins directions to Nolan’s bar. I’m a little nervous about the possibility of running into one of Karli’s brothers. People in this town seem intuitive as hell. Will they be able to tell that my roommate and I just spent the weekend bumping pretties, just by looking at me? I sure hope not.

“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.” The guys blink, exchanging subtle looks with each other. But I said what I said. And—holy fucking shit—I…I think I mean it.

“I know I’m the last person who should be dishing out boy advice,” my bestie says, “but I say you should go for it. Be as careful as you can, of course, but at the end of the day, the heart is gonna do whatever the hell it wants.” “Yeah, that’s for sure…” 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.

Each stolen moment with Karli is an accumulating debt. A debt I’ll eventually have to repay. But now is not the time to think about that. Because her tiny hand is reaching for my fly and, in a heartbeat, I’m desperate to take things further. From where I’m standing, I grab her jaw, tilting her face up to mine. “What are you up to?” A wicked grin touches her lips as she shucks my pants and underwear down my thighs. “I just came in here to say bye to my favorite little friend. Since you’re taking him away from me for the whole weekend.” She gives my manhood a gentle stroke. I chuckle. “Don’t be disrespectful, Karli. There’s nothing ‘little’ about your friend.”

Her hands clench my ass and I go willingly when she pulls me closer. She slides those warm palms up under my shirt, exposing my torso and making me hiss. “Sensitive about size, Mason?” Her puckered lips start trailing along my lower abdomen. Those humid little kisses send blood rushing to my groin.

Needing more of her touch, I tear the T-shirt over my head, flinging it into the bushes somewhere. “Accuracy is important,” I say through gritted teeth, my hips already subtly starting to move with her mouth on me. Her palm curls around the base of my erection and her tongue laps up the bead of precum clinging to the tip, making colors dance on the peripheries of my vision. “It’s important that you understand the seriousness of the mission you’re about to embark on. It would be a shame for you to underestimate the task at hand and end up getting that ...

When she lowers her hot, wet mouth down the length of my dick, on instinct, I grab the back of her head. She’s barely even started and it’s already so damn good. This woman’s blowjobs…Heaven. Her fingers twist at my base as she bobs her head, greedily sucking me off. The back of my skull fills with fire and my toes curl against the hardwood floor. “Fuck, Karli. Such a sweet mouth. Fuck.” She moans and salivates ...

She’s grinding against the mattress now. Her hand disappears down the front of her shorts and her sounds grow louder. Shit. She’s getting us both off at the same damn time. “You’re killing me, woman.” My fingers tighten in her hair. When I pull on her dark tendrils, her moans deepen. I feel the vibrations in my bones. “I’m about to come.” Reaching down, I cradle her chin, coaxing her gaze to meet mine. “Can I?” In response to my question, she makes a desperate keening sound in her th...

“Dammit all.” I toss my head back, my eyes squeezed closed and I explode into her mouth. My hips thrust faster and faster until I’m done emptying completely. When Karli is done drinking every last drop of my release, she collapses on her back, her feet coming up on the mattress, thighs spread. I’m stan...

I guess my first mistake was telling my opinionated cousins that I’m in love with this girl. I definitely hadn’t planned on it. But fuck, I didn’t realize the intensity of my feelings for Karli until the words were spilling out of my mouth. It all just sort of came rushing out the moment the thought popped into my head. Rookie mistake.

“Your mom said we can drop off Sparkle on the way,” Emma tells Jasper as she bounces into the room with their toddler on her hip.

Whyyyyyyyyy would you name a child Sparkle?!?!?!

I grip Mason’s arm and step through the front door of the dim, old-time tavern. He is disheveled as hell from a long day. But the look is drool-worthy on him. I’ve said it before and I’ll forever stand by it—messy hair and a little stubble on his jaw has this magical way of upleveling this man’s sex appeal to otherworldly proportions. I maybe greasy and windblown from our journey to Honey Hill but I’m proud as hell to be the woman on his arm tonight. Like second nature, he slides his fingers through mine, squeezing my hand as we walk. I can’t help the massive grin that peels across my face. It’s nice to not have to hide. I like being able to touch him in public. Even if it’s just for tonight.

With a searing look, Mason grabs my hand and leads me toward the empty chair. As soon as my ass hits the seat, someone changes the music to Britney Spears. I’m dying. Swear to god. I’m incinerating in this chair. Meanwhile, Mason is now dancing in a circle around me. And the way he’s rocking his hips. Who knew a doctor could work his hips like that? Is that what they’re teaching in med school these days? I’m giggling non-stop, even as my panties grow wetter and wetter. Even as my nipples tingle with need. In a heartbeat, he whips off his shirt and flings it at my face. And, Hello, abs!

I slow-nod approvingly, stifling a snicker. “Barbiecore. I like.” He immediately starts making excuses. “Well, when I left town, my four sisters moved in and then—” Grinning, I press a finger to his lips. I don’t wanna hear it. “Own it, Mason. Own it.” He chomps down on my finger with his teeth. “You know what, Karli Brighton? I am sick of your snark. I’m gonna fuck you so hard tonight.” “On your pink bed sheets? All right. As long as we don’t get glitter between my butt cheeks. That stuff is really hard to wash out.” Sorry. I can’t resist teasing him. Mason growls. Uh-oh. I’m in trouble.

Mason’s home is gorgeous. Beneath all the girlie touches and the bubblegum upholstery, it’s easy to see the beauty of the structure. Gleaming toffee brown floors lead down tall, narrow hallways. The four bedrooms are tiny but perfect with large arched windows. I can easily imagine them flung open on a hot summer day to let in the splendid light and a soothing breeze. But Mason is a terrible tour guide. As he shows me around, his hands and his lips are distracting. They’re all over me every step of the way. Partway through, we abandon the house tour. We somehow end up in Mason’s bed—naked—talking and joking and rolling around in the sheets.

The man fucks me in missionary position, flinging my legs over his shoulders. Then he nudges me onto my belly and pounds into me with my face buried in the pillows. When we’ve barely got the energy to move a muscle, he turns me onto my side and fucks me from behind. “More,” I beg, my voice hoarse, my chest heaving from a violent orgasm. Next to me, Mason has collapsed and is now laying spread eagle on the sweaty sheets. I grab his big bicep with both of my hands and whine. “More, Mason. Fuck me again.” It takes him a few seconds before he leans onto his side and props himself up, staring down at me in shock. “Jeez-zuz, woman. Talk about ungrateful,” he chokes out. “I just gave you three orgasms. And this is the thanks I get? Psht. Show some appreciation.” “I do appreciate it. So much that I want to appreciate it all over again.”

He shakes his head. “Well, give me a second to recover. I need to rebuild my strength. It’s not like they’re just handing out multiple orgasms on aisle six of the bulk orgasm store.” I push him flat on the mattress. “How do you know?” I shoot back, crawling on my hands and knees until I’m straddling a very naked Dr. Westbrook. “Maybe you don’t have the right membership.” With a burst of renewed energy, he shoots up, flips me onto my back, and then hovers over me. His lips drop to my ear. “I don’t need a membership when I’ve got you.”

To say that my mother is elated when we walk through the front door is an understatement. Mom all but ignores me, quickly whisking Karli into the kitchen where my sisters are busy making breakfast. While I help Dad move an old dresser set from one of the upstairs bedrooms down to the basement, my heart beats to the soundtrack of the laughter floating out of the kitchen. This feels right. This feels right. This feels right.

And all the while, I just sit back and watch with the fullest feeling in my chest. She fits. She fits so perfectly into my life. She fills every void that was empty. She shines light on every dark corner that was unfulfilled. She makes everything make sense. She fits. Now, the question is, how the hell am I going to keep her?

Her little smirk does a magic trick on me. In an instant, my insecure thoughts scatter like leaves in the wind. I sweep her up into my arms, my footsteps pounding up the stairs to my bedroom. I’ve got my hands on her ass and her legs wrapped around my waist. I’m hurriedly moving through the upstairs hallway, desperate to get her beneath me. The second I drop her on my mattress, she pulls my head down and presses an open-mouthed kiss to my neck, sliding her tongue along my skin. “Fuck me,” she demands, her heated words rippling against my throat. I’m a freaking goner.

I’m ripping her shirt over her head and she’s popping the button on my jeans. The sound of fabric tearing fills the air and clothes are flying overhead as our pulsing need shakes the walls of this room. Hovering over her, I grab hold of her ankle, kissing a trail along the string of crystals and beads before locking her thigh around my back. Karli’s other leg falls open, giving me the access I need. As my fingers roll through her soaked slit, my mouth finds her throat, her collarbone, her perfectly pebbled nipples. Her tiny palm finds my cock, and together, we guide it to her entrance. “God, yes. Mason,” she purrs as I sink inside her. Those slick walls tighten around me, squeezing the shit out of my cock, making my thoughts go fuzzy. Thoughts that should scare the shit out of me. I don’t want to lose her…I don’t want this to end…I don’t want to be forced to let her go…I’ll do anything to keep her.

There’s hardly any light in the room. Just enough to see her eyes shining up at me, full of pleasure, full of want. The intensity in those pretty peepers heightens all the sensations coursing through me. “You fucking belong with me, ...

As our lips crash and tussle together, the sensations inside me crest like an ocean wave. I need to come. I won’t be able the hold back much longer. Reaching between our bodies, I find her clit. I apply friction and pressure right where she needs it most. “Come for me, Karli. Come right now.” At my command, her back arches and she emits a strangled sound that echoes in the room. The walls of her pussy pulse and tighten, milking my cock. My orgasm breaks free with the force of a tsunami. When I start emptying inside her, it goes on and on and on. It doesn’t stop until I’m sure I’ve drained every last drop of my soul right into hers. She owns all of me. Every little piece of me is hers. Does she even know that?

Maya flings the pillow right back at me, knocking my piece of toast right out of my hand. “A wise man once said to me, ‘If a guy is worthy of you, he’ll put in the work. He’ll make it clear what he wants, and he’ll go after it. And he won’t let anything stop him until he gets it.’ The words spin around in my head. They sound familiar. “Wait—didn’t I say that?” Maya rolls her eyes. “I said a wise man. That’s not you. You’re being a dumbass right now.”

“You think you love her?” Archer is asking now. “Do you even know her?” I look him in the face when I say, “No offense but I know her better than you guys do. I know that the tough girl thing is just an act. I know that she’s terrified of disappointing you all. That’s her biggest fear in the world. I know that she feels suffocated by the way you hover over her and never let her solve her own problems. She doesn’t feel heard. She doesn’t feel seen. That’s why she’s always pitching a fit and screaming above the noise. She just wants to be heard…So to answer your question, yes, I know her.” The brothers watch me with new eyes. “Fuck, he does know her,” Nolan mumbles to himself.

Kissing Mason in front of my brother was like striking a match in a tub of gasoline. When those ambulance doors closed in Mason’s face yesterday afternoon, I virtually left the man I love in the middle of a dumpster fire. He had to face the fallout all alone while I got to hide away at the hospital and clear my head.

Seriously, I love Karli. But how do I know that I love her for the right reasons? Not just because I’m trying to fix her or out of some twisted need for control? The mystic nods. “It’s understandable that you’d be scared to repeat your old mistakes.” She chews on the corner of her lip. “But let me ask you something. Do you think that Karli loves you back?” I search my heart, all the way down to the bottom. “Yeah. Yeah, I do.” “And why’s that?” Ziggy asks. “Why do I think she loves me?” The psychic nods. After dragging in a breath, I say, “She listens. I could sit there and ramble on, and she’d listen. And she takes it seriously. She appreciates the things I do for her. She’s always trying to help me find solutions. We problem-solve together.” I drop my head and shake it. “When we’re together, we’re a team. It’s not just one person pulling all the weight. We pull together. When I’m with her, it doesn’t matter if I’m in a good place or in a bad place…when I’m with her I know I’m not alone. That’s something I’ve never had with anyone else.” I rub the back of my neck as I speak. “And she actually wants to grow. As much as I do. I can see us growing together. We’re on the same page about so many things. And when I close my eyes, I see such a bright future for us.”

“Mason was the first person who ever made it safe for me to be vulnerable,” I go on. “He was someone who would actually listen to me before swooping in to solve my problems or politely telling me to suck it up or to look on the bright side. He was the first person who didn’t make me feel pitiful when I fell flat on my face. With him, I didn’t constantly feel like I was running after a train that I could never catch up to. With Mason, I could just stand still and…be. And that was enough for him.” I bite down on my wobbly bottom lip. “But you couldn’t let me have that. Because of your big fat ego.”

“Most of the time, the stories we tell ourselves are very, very far from the truth.” I whimper pathetically. “Well, that’s not funny at all.” My shoulders sag. “I want to believe that he still loves me and that we can work things out. But the voice in my head says there’s no way. Why is all of this so scary?”

The sage woman smiles kindly. “I know it’s scary, moonflower. Here’s the thing, though. You’re not pulling away from Mason because you’re scared of what your brothers will do. Hiding behind your brothers is convenient. The truth is, you love that man and it scares you. The idea of putting down your shields and truly stepping onto the battlefield of love with your weapons down terrifies you. But if you want to be a woman who stands on your own two feet and leads the life you dream of, that’s exactly what you’re going to have to do. Stop hiding in your brothers’ shadows. Stop using their big bossy ways as an excuse for not boldly stepping into the shoes of the woman you truly want to be.”

“First off, nothing your heart desires is out of your league, moonflower. Don’t ever let me hear you say that again,” she scolds me. “And secondly, the right man for you will not need you to be perfect in order to love you. All your imperfections will be absolutely perfect for him. You’ll be enough for him just by being who you are.”