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

by Cassie-Ann L. Miller

On that first forbidden night in that motel room, a dead seed carelessly fell on the parched land that was my heart. His touch was the water I craved. His smile was sunshine. And that forgotten seed quickly started to grow. In such a short time, Mason Westbrook’s roots are now knotted in and around and right through the center of my heart. How am I supposed to run away from that? I can’t. I’ve accepted that I can’t.

“Look, you can stand over there with your arms crossed and pout about how mad you are at me. Or you can come over here and sit on my face. Really make me pay for it. Up to you.” What an asshole! He didn’t finish the pie and I know it. He wouldn’t. “I’m gonna smother you tonight!” I’m barely holding back my laugh. He shrugs. “As long as it’s with your pussy on my face, that’s all right.”