Branded (22 page)

Jon looked at the older brother and
wondered what wild hair suddenly tickled his brain.

The thought of asking what happened
to his attitude was lost the moment Molly came out of the office,
followed by Matt and Sakura. His eyes were immediately drawn to the
blonde, and he could see nothing else. The minute she walked into
his view, his cock went harder than a rock and all words froze in
his throat.

It normally happened when she was
near. Maybe he went silent because he wanted to do nothing but
absorb all he could of her. Jon said nothing, but cracked a smile
when she came to his side and took in everything about her while
she quietly spoke to him.

“Finally, we’re making progress,”
she started and his eyes traced her from head to foot.

Thick strands of almost white silk
hair usually danced over her shoulders and beyond, but today it was
pulled back in a ponytail. She had the blue of Caribbean seas for
eyes and—yes, like Ted had mentioned—he couldn’t stop looking at
her chest.

Beautiful mounds with hard-tipped
nipples poked against her t-shirt, and he licked his lips. He
wanted them in his mouth. Whenever he caught a peek of the hard
tips, he liked to think she was as turned on by him as he was by
her. The erection he sported stiffened further. Somehow he had to
stop its push to orgasm without any help from even his
hand.

The easiest diversion was listening
to every word she uttered with great care. He tried to hear it all,
but also wondered if he should take Ted’s advice.

Should he kiss her like it would
lead to something hot and sweaty?

* * * * *

“…
fits beautifully. We turned the
cooling unit on with the air circulator and it took seconds for the
change to be noticed. It works incredibly well. And the noise
coming in and out is non-existent. You wouldn’t know we were in the
middle of a barn.”

Molly found it odd how, whenever
she was with Jon, he was quiet—almost silent. They’d had
conversations, but in general he simply watched her. It wasn’t
uncomfortable, just odd.

“I think we’re back on schedule, if
not ahead.”

His hum and nod ensured she knew he
listened to her, but still nothing, no words. Was he quiet because
of his friends hanging around? She didn’t think so. None of it made
any sense, although she was most likely the reason he stopped
talking, except he talked when it was only the two of
them.

Maybe one day she’d find an answer,
but in the meantime it remained a conundrum for her to keep mulling
over.

“The next step is ramping up the
tagging. It will take a while to complete, although the timing
couldn’t be better with them starting calving season. We’ve had a
few newborns come through and the kinks have been worked out as we
find them. I think we’re ready for the influx of data.”

Feeling naughty, she wondered what
he’d do if she threw out a question? Maybe she should make a wicked
request for him to passionately thrust his cock in and out of her
ready body—pussy or mouth, his choice.

Would he turn beet red and his
mouth drop open in shock, or would he unzip his pants and make a
choice?

Despite the silence, she bet the
latter. A man didn’t possess such raw sexuality by not being
comfortable with his body. Seconds away from slipping into the
mutual stare sessions they’d had before, Molly could only smile
when he finally spoke.

“We’re all eating up at the house
tonight. Barbecued chicken, grilled vegetables with squeezed lemon,
and salad. Sound good?” His voice rumbled low, working its way
straight down to settle in the place between her legs. She
desperately wanted his attention there. She wanted him, and it had
been ages since desire had played a part in her world.

There was nothing like it. He spoke
and her desire ramped up until her cheeks turned red and her mouth
opened with need.

“Yes, sounds good,” she whispered.
Molly worked hard to say a few words and not fall to her knees
instead. The man did wicked things to her and she wanted to take it
to the next level.

“It’s at seven,” he told her as he
took a step closer. Jon was in her personal space and she wanted
him to come in even closer. Touch her and—maybe, hopefully—really
touch her. If he put so much as a finger on her body, her day would
bloom even brighter.

“Okay,” she accepted, even though
it wasn’t a date. Not by a long shot, but she wished and let her
imagination run wild with hope.

“I’ll pick you up at six-thirty,”
he told her and she inhaled sharply. It excited her when he didn’t
ask, but stated it more like a command. Her arms dropped to her
sides and she was ready to kneel at his feet and wait for him to
tell her what he wanted.

“Yes,” she confirmed on a low
moan.

“Are you feeling all
right?”

An immediate negative was on her
lips before she clenched them closed. Desire wrapped around her and
squeezed. She wanted his touch, his kiss, his possession, but he
gave her no clues her feelings were returned. There was no way she
could make the first move, especially not when there were few hints
of reciprocal feelings.

She could only nod while looking at
him without blinking. What she experienced while with him, from
elation to insecurity, must be well hidden because the man simply
wasn’t seeing anything.

Despite the expected minimal
interaction, Molly accepted there was something different happening
between them. She couldn’t put her finger on it, simply there was a
different sensation surrounding them. Perhaps it was the passionate
place to where her mind had traveled. Maybe it was wishful
thinking, but she didn’t care. She thought they were together in
the center of a spotlight, overheating with lust.

Jon moved even closer to her and
she held her breath. When he put his hand on her chin and told her
what he planned to do, her heart skipped a beat.

“I’m going to kiss you, Molly.” He
gave her no time to say yes or no. The man wrapped his arms around
her, then pulled her to him until she was flush against his body.
His hard-on pressed into her stomach, making its presence known.
She wanted to reach down to touch it, only she couldn’t move a
muscle. The rod pushing into her was huge and hard, and she
imagined him possessing her with it.

Leaning his head down, he stopped
before their lips touched, and shocked her with what he said
next.

“Kiss you until you’re seconds away
from climaxing.”

Stunned by his words, her mouth
dropped open and he then pressed his lips to her neck. He kissed
her where the shoulder and neck met, which also happened to be her
weak spot. She wasn’t sure she could stand up on her own and was
glad he held her close.

She remembered moaning and her eyes
closing with bliss. She hadn’t missed the touch of a man until
right then. Molly remembered the last man she’d been with—her coach
and her first lover. Unfortunately, their relationship didn’t end
well. The ties to her family had been broken when she left her
eventing coach.

As Jon’s mouth moved seductively up
her neck, his hand stroked over her ass. Her backside was not one
of her favorite parts of her body, but somehow his touching her
there made her forget. She felt cherished and wanted.

Standing on her tiptoes, she
stretched as much as she could and suddenly experienced a sense of
vulnerability. She wouldn’t have believed she’d be comfortable
being in such a position, and yet felt at ease. Each time she was
in his presence he radiated power. Standing in his orbit never
failed to pull her closer. As he kissed her the heat raged around
them, protecting them from everything outside their
embrace.

Soft lips skated across her chin
and, before she could take a breath, he pressed his mouth to hers,
sealing them to each other. Their lip lock started out gentle,
eventually becoming erotic. His tongue slipped along the seam a
couple of times before her lips quivered and parted. The opening
was an invitation for him to dip into her mouth as his hands firmly
clenched her ass cheeks.

A groan laced with desire and need
moved from her throat, through her mouth and into his.

Pure, unadulterated passion raced
through her body and she wanted more. She needed his touch on her
breasts, needed him to squeeze the mounds and tease the nipples to
pebble further. Lifting her leg to wrap around one of his allowed
her to rub her pussy against one of his hard limbs, only there was
no relief.

Jon had to take her body and make
her come. He touched her intimately and she turned into a mass of
need. His touch brought everything she wanted to the surface where
it demanded satisfaction.

When one of his hands released her
backside, she wanted to order it to return. The next time he
touched her, he cupped her pussy. There, he finally touched her
exactly where she wanted him to. She wanted his cock there, maybe
even his mouth, but would take his hand. It was a shame she wore
jeans, but being naked with him would happen. No doubt it would
soon.

Running a big finger between the
lips of her pussy, Jon swirled his tongue around hers. The two
things together were almost more than she could take, then he
pushed for more and unbuttoned her jeans. She fought to keep
breathing as Jon slid his hand inside and then between her legs.
Once again he cupped her mound and dipped a finger along her
underwear inside her moist heat.

Oh man, she couldn’t think or
breathe. She wanted to push him to the ground and take him, spread
her legs further, climb him like a tree, but she couldn’t. She
could only stand there and experience him and everything he
offered.

She was a heartbeat away from
finding a release as his finger dipped in and out of her pussy. It
hinted to her what it would be like to have his cock driving into
her, except she knew it was small. The hard presence pushing
against her lower stomach told her she’d have no doubt of what he
thrust inside her body when the time came.

Breathing heavily through her nose,
she was startled when his mouth pulled back until their lips barely
touched.

“You’ll be naked and excited,
nipples hard and pussy damp with need. Once you’re at the point of
begging for my touch, I’m going to tie you to a pole and, with my
fingers, mouth, or cock, stroke every inch of your body. When
you’re at the point of screaming with need, I’m going to fuck you.
The first time will be gentle, but all bets are off for what
follows.”

“Hard and nasty, kinky, however you
want me,” she murmured. “I’ll be content and come.”

They wanted the same thing, of that
there was no doubt, and she breathed her confirmation. The only way
she knew he paid attention to her was a slight nod before he
carefully untangled her from around his body.

“I’m waiting for you to come to me,
bare of all trappings and ready for anything to happen.” Jon walked
out of the barn and left her with her jeans unzipped and needs
unsatisfied.

It took a few minutes to realize
she was the center of everyone’s attention. Matt, Ted, and Saki all
watched to see what she’d do next. She wanted to run after him, but
wasn’t sure she could ask for what he offered. Damaged and drained,
Molly needed to think about the step she wanted to take. There were
no assurances offered by Jon—only sex, and she wasn’t sure that was
enough. She wasn’t sure because her heart was already
involved.

Could she survive it being broken
again?

Blushing, she zipped up her pants
and considered getting back to work, although she knew she’d get
nothing done.

She tried to say something to the
trio silently watching her, but could think of nothing. There was
nothing except need, a want for Jon, and his touch holding her
captive. With a shrug of her shoulders as a pseudo apology, she
turned and walked out of the barn. She planned to go home and take
a cold shower while she considered his offer.

Could she be naked in front of him?
Only two people had seen her tattoo: the artist who’d inked her and
Saki.

As Molly walked quickly along the
dirt path toward the house where she and Saki were staying, she
wasn’t sure what should shock her more. The fact he’d had his hand
in her pants, fingering her to seconds from climaxing in front of
their friends, or that she hadn’t cared about anything other than
coming from his touch.

She wanted to give herself a firm
talking to, kick herself in the backside for her stupidity, but
couldn’t. There was no doubt in her mind she’d do it all over again
if it meant she was with Jon.

Blowing out air with self-disgust,
she opened the front door and threw herself on the couch. Arms on
knees, hands covering her face, heat radiated off her in waves. She
was embarrassed, but figured the heat came more from being
immensely turned on.

Jon did things to her. Made her
think with her body first and brain second. Falling back, she
dropped an arm over her eyes and sighed. Who was she kidding? She
would do everything possible to have the man. She just needed the
gumption to do it.