Mind Play (Bennett Sisters Book 3) (23 page)

“One more time
,
baby. You need to be nice
and wet
so you can handle all of me.”

He turned his hand
,
and
the
fingers insid
e of her f
ound
her
G
-spot
,
and he pushed when he leaned down
,
his teeth and tongue f
inding
her clit.

Claire
clenched her eyes shut as she
screamed his name
and
found her release for the second time.
She
slid her eyes open and noticed Butch’s devilish grin spread across his face
. She couldn’t take another. He was going to kill her. Her hand went to her chest as she pulled in uneven breath
s
.

Claire watched as Butch rose to his knees and unwrapped the condom, sliding it down his long shaft. Unbelievably
,
she felt herself get even
wetter
.

“You did good
,
angel
, but we aren’t done yet.”

“We aren’t?”
s
he asked on a whisper.

“Nope, one more time
.
” Butch leaned over her
, his body imprisoned hers in a web of growing arousal. He fit his body tight to hers at the juncture.  Claire’s impatience grew to explosive proportions, she wanted him inside her and she wanted him now. She needed it like her next breath
.
He rubbed it through her juices
. “
Just remember y
ou can’t come until I tell you to. Do you understand?”

Butch stopped his movement.
Claire blinked her eyes in disbelief. Could she really hold out again? It
had taken
all of her willpower the first time.
She wanted him in her. She wanted to feel every inch of him.
Claire nodded.

“
Good girl, I promise it will be worth it.”

He’s going to kill me.

His shaft poked at her entrance
.
Butch
leaned down and took her mouth in a tender kiss. He lifted up from her and watched her eyes as he slowly inched into her. Wanting more, she arched her back, lifting her pelvis up to him. He waited for her to acclimate to the feel of his thick shaft stretching her.
When he felt her walls relax, h
e slid in to the hilt.
Claire
released a breath when she grew accustomed to his large size.

“I’m not going to last, baby.” He leaned down and breathed into her ear. “You’re fisting me like a glove.”

Butch
slowly pulled out and thrust back in for more.
Claire
lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist. She pushed her heels into him
,
begging for more and urging him on.

“Take me, Butch
. Make me yours.”

His powerful thrusts quickened as she lifted her
pelvis
up, meeting him stroke for stroke. He licked his finger, reached down between her thighs, and found the little bundle of nerves he was searching for. He circled her clit
with sure strokes
, driving her
need
higher, and pressed down hard.
“Come for me
,
baby.”

She
shattered
from
the strongest orgasm she’d ever had
.
She felt her walls tighten around his shaft. He rammed home one more time, shooting his seed into the rubber barrier she wished w
eren’t
there. She wanted this man. No, she needed this man, more than she needed to breathe.

He collapsed down beside her, pulling her into his arms
. She couldn’t move had she wanted to.
A sense of peace overcame her. Their labored breathing began to slow to normal
as their slick bodies began to cool
. He leaned down and pressed his lips tight to hers. It would have melted her if her body w
asn’t
already limp.

“Oh my god
, I never knew.
” She breathed
deeply
.

“Yep
,
angel
, and it’s only going to get better.”

Claire looked up into his eyes. “It’s not possible.”

Butch chuckled. He
reached down
, pulling the comforter up from around their feet
,
and covered them both.
The room had turned dark since they hadn’t turned on a light. Butch kissed her forehead. “Just close your eyes and rest, baby.”

Chapter 12

Claire woke up in her bed alone, her hand resting on the pillow beside her. Sitting atop of it lay a single red rose. Claire smiled. Butch wasn’t the man she
’d
thought him to be. He was caring and considerate and an animal in bed. She rolled toward her alarm clock. The bright red numbers re
a
d seven o’clock. She wasn’t sure if it was the evening or the morning, although as rested as she felt
,
she was sure it was the latter.

Claire raised her hand above her head and stretched. Her muscles ached but in a good way. She’d do it all over again if she could. Claire pushed herself into a sitting position and pulled the sheet up with her when she went. After their aerobics last night
,
the last thing she should
have
be
en was
modest, but in the light of a n
ew day, her old reservations came flooding back to the forefront.

Claire glanced around her room. There were no signs of Butch or his clothes. Her bathroom door stood open with the light turned off. She didn’t know where he
’d gone
. She shrugged, pulled the sheet from the bed
,
and wrapped it around her when she stood. She walked to the closet
,
dropped the sheet
,
a
nd donned her favorite pink silk
robe. It wasn’t see
-
through
,
but it was sheer enough to make her feel sexy.

She needed to find him
and
make sure things weren’t awkward between them. He’d made himself clear last night on where he stood with his feelings, but she hadn’t
,
and she wanted to change that. She needed to change that.

Claire
padded out into the hallway
toward Butch’s room. His door was open
,
and the light was off, so she turned around and headed toward the stairs. She was going to make herself a cup of coffee and then get in the shower to sooth
e
the soreness out of her muscles if she couldn’t find him. She ran her hand through her curls before she pushed into her kitchen and came to an abrupt halt.

Butch was sitting at her kitchen table with not only Mike
and
Jake, but with Special Agent
Thompson
,
whom
she had met a few days before. Claire could feel the heat travel up into her cheeks. She didn’t move,
and
she didn’t say anything
. S
he just glanced back and forth between eyes that were glued on her.

Butch pushed from his chair and walked toward her
. S
topping in front of her,
he wrapped
his arms around her, pulling her in close. He leaned down and kissed her
, a
deep
soul-searing
kiss.
He lifted his head and smiled at her. “Good morning,
angel
. Why don’t you run upstairs and take a shower while I fix you some coffee and make you some breakfast
?”

Claire nodded, unsure what to say because of the men in the kitchen witnessing his display. He’d made himself clear where he stood
and
staked his cl
aim so to speak. She didn’t env
y him after she le
ft
. She knew her brother all to
o
well. Mike wasn’t going to take this well.
H
e
should have
be
en
use
d
to it by now, but she knew better. Butch patted her on the butt as she turned to leave. At the threshold, she turned and glared at Mike, pointing her finger at her older brother. “Don’t you dare touch him
. Y
ou don’t want to piss me off before I’ve had my
first cup of
coffee.”

Butch walked over to her and kissed her again. “Don’t worry
,
angel
, I’m a big boy
,
and
I’ll
take care of this. He’s going to have to get use
d
to seeing us together. Might as well start now.” Butch patted her butt again as he gave her a gentle push through the door to get her walking again.

****

Mike wasn’t going to like it that he was with his sister. He’d hoped to tell him in
private
and not with the rest of them sitting around, but
his plans had been foiled when the doorbell rang and
he’d found them standing
together on Claire’s porch.

He turned to find Mike glaring at him with his arms crossed over his chest. Butch walked pas
t
him to the coffee pot and started to fill Claire a cup. He decided to jump right in. “Mike, you should’ve seen this coming. We’re together now
,
and it’s not just pretend. I care about her
,
and she cares about me.” Butch turned with Claire’s coffee cup in hand and headed toward the door
,
stopping short to stand at the end of the table.

“And you wonder why I never told you about my damn sisters years ago.” Mike pushed his chair back, sliding it across the tile.
He poked his finger in Butch’s chest
.
“If you hurt her, even make her cry
,
buddy, you’ll have more than me to worry about.”

Mike stomped out the back door with Jake
slowly following behind him.
Butch shrugged and glanced toward
Thompson
. “I don’t blame him
;
he’s just being a big brother.”

Thompson
smiled back at him. “Let me give you a piece of advice. You need to figure out whether she’s worth it and not just another piece of ass like Regina was. I have a feeling this one is going to want a
real
commitment.”

Butch smiled at his long
-
time friend and walked
out
with Claire’s coffee in hand.

Butch foun
d Claire already in the shower and frowned. He’d wanted to make love to her again. He’d never get enough of her hot little body, but he’d wait since her brother was downstairs fuming over the turn of events.
No matter what Mike thought of them being together, it wasn’t going to dissuade him from his plans. The little blonde beauty was going to be his. Butch
leaned
on
the door
frame
and tapped lightly with his knuckles
against the open door
. “Angel, I brought you some coffee
,
and I’m going to set it on the counter.”

Claire peeked her head around the curtain. “Thanks, I
sure
could use it.”

“Do you need help washing a
ll of those hard
-
to
-
reach spots?
I’m really good at ge
tting those.
”

Claire
grinned
. H
er face was flushed, either from the steam coming from the shower or his comment
, he wasn’t sure
. “Nope, I’ve got it under control; I have been bathing myself for a very long time.”

“Okay, suit yourself. I’m going back downstairs t
o cook you breakfast. Whenever
you
’
r
e
ready, just come back down to
the kitchen.” Butch turned to leave and stopped
,
looking over his shoulder. “And don’t worry about your
brother;
he’s just going to have to get use
d
to it.”

He turned and left.

****

Claire
should have used her gift to see if Butch had been telling her the truth about his feelings and not feeding her lies.
Claire shook her head.
She’d never used her gift in such a blatant way before and wouldn’t start now. Claire
finished her shower and grabbed a towel, drying off. She reached for her coffee and took a huge sip. She needed the caffeine kick-start it provided. She’d been embarrassed
,
forgetting they were all coming over. It was bad enough Mike was there, but this new guy,
Thompson
, had been there as well
. Who’d invited him? She sure hadn’t. Claire put on her makeup
,
ran a brush through her hair while drying it
,
and got dressed.
She glanced in the mirror. She looked presentable. She reached down to grab her pearls and noticed the engagement ring sitting there. She stared at it as she fastened the pearls around her neck, patting them with her hand.
Why did he do that?

They hadn’t gotten around to discussing what was next, but she would
,
regardless of
whether he wanted to talk about it or not. She picked up the ring and shoved it on her finger, slipped on her heels that matched her gr
a
y slacks
,
and walked out of her room.

She walked into the kitchen
expecting to find Butch at the stove or at least sipping on a cup of coffee, but he was nowhere to be found. Claire turned to Mike
standing at the stove.
“Where’s Butch?”