Just Want Somebody to Love (Bella Warren Book 1) by Keri Ford Read Free Book Online Page B

and found she’d dropped a thin tank on that stopped at her hips.
    She turned at the waist and modeled green panties. “I told you I had better ones.”
    Lace wrapped her hips and covered her in sheer sexiness. Did. Not. Want. To. Leave. “I’d still rather see them on the floor with the other pair.”
    Her cheeks pinked as she tucked some of her hair back. “If Brandon locked you out, I’ll personally make that happen.”
    He prayed on the way out that Brandon had not only locked the door, he’d placed land mines over a field of red sensors that would set off flame cannons as a warning to anyone attempting to cross them.
    She followed him downstairs and stopped by the door where his shirt was puddled on the floor next to his shoes.
    He tossed them on and faced her. Oh, that was a mistake. He gave her another shake of his head. “If I kiss you again, I don’t know that I’ll be able to leave.”
    Her head tipped as she arched her back in another feline stretch. Through the thin white tank, her nipples puckered. “I’m okay with that.”
    There was a slender table in the hall, and he could have his pants open and her bent over it in about two seconds. He had no doubts she was wet. Or he could just put her on the nearest wall. Take her on the floor. Looked like a living room was just behind her. He hadn’t had her across his lap in a chair yet. One position after another fired through his brain. Ways to keep himself busy for the next six or so hours filled his head. That didn’t even include her input. Or rather, her instance, like that time she climbed on top of him and rode him for all he was worth.
    Sweat damped his back and his dick was hard again. “I have to get.”
    She smiled with a glance to his button, then back to his eyes. “Then I’ll see you tomorrow.”
    “Tomorrow.”
    The cool darkness of the night surrounded him and eased the heat rising in his spine. He made it a step and the porch light flickered on. His smile broadened as he climbed in his car. Her scent filled the interior and washed away the leather. The eagerness of her tone rushed back to him. He wasn’t a crying man, but he was close to weeping.
    He hurried out the drive and back to the bar or he feared spending the night in his car. Returning to her house wouldn’t be the best idea. If it was hell to leave now, first thing in the morning would no doubt be worse when he could make breakfast in bed happen.
    He pulled into the lot and some lights were dim through the front doors. Relief lifted off his shoulders. He parked around the backside and let himself in. Not too late. A low glow shone from the stairs. He weaved through the narrow halls and found his brother over a sink washing dishes.
    “Hey, you’re still awake.”
    Brandon nodded. “For another hour or so. I like to get the place cleaned at night.”
    “Getting the spilled beer before it starts to smell?” Looked like old neat freak habits didn’t die. Where Justin was ready for adventure and excitement, Brandon was concerned with mud on their boots when they got home. Justin tended to forget he even had on boots after whatever they’d done that night still raced through his head.
    Like tonight with the time he’d spent with Whitney. With her back arching, pants passing her reddened lips, and her wild hair going everywhere. Such wild, wild hair that bounced over her naked shoulders with each hard thrust.
    Damn it, his dick just settled.
    “Yep.” Brandon kept focused on his glasses and never bothered to look up or even realize Justin’s mind had left the building.
    Brandon’s vague acknowledgement could mean a number of things, with the top two being either Brandon was tired, or two, Justin had done something wrong. He leaned hard on the latter with a dose of the former, but what Justin could have done, he didn’t have a clue. Being as though Brandon had told him over and over he had the bar alone, and that he didn’t have to wait on customers, Justin knew it