The Expert's Guide to Driving a Man Wild by Jessica Clare Read Free Book Online

the cabins had only portable refrigerators. Grant went to his desk and immediately began to go through his email while the women talked, trying not to think about their upcoming exit. Would he have to kiss Brenna again in front of them? Why was that making him aroused just to think about? Damn it, he really needed to get his cock under control.
    While Elise explored the lodge, Brenna disappeared and returned a minute later with a blanket and pillow. She plumped them on the couch and then gestured at the makeshift bed. “Home sweet home.”
    “Thank you.” Elise glanced around at the room, then at the two of them. “Are you sure it’s not an inconvenience?”
    “Not at all,” Brenna said lightly, moving to his desk and leaning over his shoulder to turn off the power to his monitor. “Grant was just going to bed anyhow, weren’t you, boo?”
    Boo? The fuck?
But as she’d leaned over, her breast had brushed his shoulder, and he’d forgotten everything but his ever-stiffening hard-on. “Yeah,” he said after a moment. “We’re off to bed.”
    His sister sat down on the edge of the couch. “What time should I be up in the morning?”
    “I’ll come wake you up,” Brenna volunteered.
    Elise glanced at the front door. “Do we need to lock it?”
    “Nah,” Brenna said, running a hand along Grant’s shoulders that was making him crazy with lust. It was an easy, casual motion of possession, but it was also driving him mad. He hadn’t had sex in five years and he hadn’t noticed the lack until now. Before today, any sexual thoughts had been mixed up with memories of Heather—and most of those memories weren’t pleasant. But today? He could think of nothing but Brenna and her lithe body and enticing smile. “No one will be by first thing in the morning except one of us or Pop. It’s no big deal.”
    “We should go,” Grant said to Brenna before his dick got any stiffer. “Elise needs to sleep.”
    “Night, Elise,” Brenna said. “See you in the morning.”
    Grant smiled awkwardly at his sister and then grabbed Brenna’s arm, dragging her in front of him as they headed toward the back exit of the lodge. His rising erection would be hidden if they left that way, which was good.
    As soon as they got outside, Brenna yawned and clung to his arm, resting her cheek there as they headed the hundred feet or so back to his cabin. Grant’s was the largest of the five cabins, and the most elaborate. The others were cabins, but his was a home, and he had it wired with all the fixings, including motion lights. One clicked on as they went up the path, illuminating them as they walked. If Elise were to look outside, she’d see the two of them snuggled close together, heading for his cabin. Like a regular couple.
    He pushed the door open and put a hand to the small of Brenna’s back, guiding her inside. When the door was shut behind them, he leaned on it, exhaling deeply. It felt like he’d just walked off stage. He was tenser than he realized with this relationship charade.
Jesus
. Weeks of this pretending was going to wreck him.
    Once inside, Brenna immediately slipped her high heels off and padded around his living room in bare feet. She glanced around the cabin, as if seeing it for the first time. Maybe it
was
the first time she’d seen it; he’d certainly never invited her in before tonight. He tried to see it through her eyes. The main wall of the living room was an enormous panel of windows that looked out into the heavy trees. Across from that was his big fireplace, and a few well-chosen couches added to the homey cabin decor. His kitchen was state of the art, and the loft upstairs was his bedroom and bathroom. He’d paid a decorator to kit out the place in artful decor, since he wasn’t good at that sort of thing. Whimsical forest paintings decorated the walls, and the tables and counters were covered with matching knickknacks to evoke the woodland feel.
    “You sure do like, um, stuff.”
    That didn’t