Page 8 of Barn Burner (Love The Game #2)

Jesse

Brayden is going to be the death of me, I’m sure of it.

My eyes track his retreating frame as he makes his way through the crowd toward where the mechanical bull is.

He listens intently as the member of staff explains what to do, and then he steps into the ring.

His denim jeans pull taut across his strong legs as he straddles the bull, then wraps one hand around the leather strap.

The guy says something to him, but instead of responding, Brayden glances over at me.

His eyes are flickering with heat. A deep-seated want aimed straight at me.

After twisting his ball cap around, he gives a small nod, letting the guy know he’s ready.

Cooper whistles loudly, slapping his hand against the wooden bar top behind us as the bull starts up.

Suddenly, it’s like all the air is sucked out of the room.

I’m unable to tear my eyes off Brayden. His body moves in a fluid rhythm in time with the bull’s movements, one hand held high in the air, a wide grin on his face.

His hips rock in a way that has my cock thickening behind my zipper as his earlier words filter through my mind.

“I’ll be thinking about what it’ll be like to squeeze your hips with my thighs.”

Fuck, he makes me wild.

The rest of the bar becomes a distant buzz as I watch him.

He looks completely unfazed. His core strength keeps him upright with every sharp twist and turn of the bull, his strong legs keeping him anchored.

But it’s his hips that have my sole focus.

It’s almost as if I can imagine what he would look like on top of me, rolling his hips in a way that meant my cock would brush up against his prostate with every stroke, those thick, muscular thighs squeezing my waist as I thrust my cock up into him, edging deeper.

I think it’s safe to say I can’t deny whatever this is sizzling between us any longer. I need to know what he tastes like. I need to know what he looks like stripped bare.

I need to know what he looks like spread out on my bedsheets, all spent and satisfied.

The sound of a buzzer snaps me out of my trance. My cock is achingly hard. Cooper and Rhett are howling like a pack of wolves, clapping their hands and letting out loud whistles as Brayden throws himself onto the inflatable surface with a bright grin.

“Loser!” Cooper laughs, slapping my shoulder.

I grunt, not knowing what he’s referring to as, clearly, I wasn’t paying attention to anything but the sensual sway of Brayden’s body.

“He just beat your time,” he tells me, pointing to where the member of staff is writing Brayden’s name on a piece of card and sticking it above my name on the leaderboard. “How’s it feel to no longer be the town’s best bull rider?”

Rolling my eyes, I mutter, “You’re such a dick.”

I pick up my glass of whiskey and throw the last bit to the back of my throat. I don’t want to admit to my brother that I don’t feel anything except being so fucking turned on I’m pretty sure my cock could punch a hole through this wooden bar.

Rhett and Cooper greet Brayden as he makes his way back through the crowd. His cheeks are flushed, a light sheen of sweat lining his brow, and my wicked mind wonders how sweaty I could get him.

“You’ve earned this!” Cooper cheers, passing Brayden a cold beer.

“Thanks,” Brayden chuckles almost shyly. His eyes find mine as he takes several gulps of his drink, and I bring the cold soda Cooper got me earlier to my lips to give me something to do with my hands before I grab hold of Brayden, throw him over my shoulder, and haul him outside.

“You did great up there!” Rhett praises him, and the two of them start talking about the times Rhett took part in a local rodeo event.

It hits me just how well he fits in. Laughing and joking with Cooper and Rhett.

The way he treats my mom with respect and kindness and how he always appears like he has all the time in the world for my dad.

I’m sure if Lena met him, she would get along with him, too.

But I need to remember he’s leaving soon.

This is just a stop in his journey, a reprieve from whatever life he normally leads, and I need to make sure I don’t lose sight of that, no matter how well he’s slotted into my family.

“What about you?” Brayden asks, snapping my attention back to now.

“Mhm?”

“How do you think I did up there?” He tips his head toward the mechanical bull, then steps closer. His fingers find the button of my shirt, the one right above the waistband of my jeans. “Do you think I can ride well, cowboy?”

I swallow hard, and my voice comes out in a deep rasp. “Is that what you want? To ride me?”

His tongue darts out to wet his bottom lip. “It’s just one of the many things I want to do to you, Jesse.” He smirks up at me, his eyes blazing. Molten. And it’s right there that the thread I’ve been holding on to snaps.

With Cooper and Rhett distracted with some friends from town who have turned up, I wrap my hand around Brayden’s wrist and tug him through the crowd and out the front door.

Warm air hits me like a wall, only adding to the inferno burning up a storm inside me.

I lead him through the parking lot to where I left my truck, glad I offered to drive but sending a silent apology to my brothers as they’ll need to catch a taxi back home.

I press him against the side of my truck, pushing a thigh between his legs, then curl a hand around his neck. I don’t squeeze. I simply apply a slight pressure with my thumb and forefinger just beneath his jaw to hold him in place.

“Fuckin’ hell, Brayden. What are you trying to do to me?” I growl.

Pleasure flickers in his eyes, like my crumbling restraint turns him on.

“I’m trying to make you let go of that control you hold so fucking tight so you’ll take what you want and kiss me,” he confesses, angling his chin up defiantly. “I want you to give in. To let go of those reins and just let yourself be selfish for once. Use me. Fuck me. Do whatever you want to me.”

“You want that?” I ask, shifting my leg, and he grinds down against my thigh.

“I want you so fucking bad, Jesse, I can’t fucking stand it anymore.”

Neither can I.

My fingers flex around his throat before I drop my hand and reach to pull open the passenger door. “Get in.”

He gets into the car while I fire off a quick text to my brothers, apologizing for leaving them so suddenly and telling them I’ll pay them for their cab ride back to the ranch.

Brayden’s silent for the drive back, but I can sense his eyes on me the entire time.

Like he’s thinking of all the ways he wants to undress me, just like how I was earlier when he was sitting on that bull.

When I pull up outside my house, I throw my truck into park and jump out.

The gravel crunches beneath my boots as we head toward the porch.

Brayden follows me inside, and the moment the front door slams shut, I turn and press him back against it.

Our mouths collide in a heated kiss. The crash causes my hat to tumble to the floor, but I don’t care.

I don’t care about anything except devouring this man, who’s currently grinding his erection against the thigh I’ve shoved between his legs and sliding his tongue into my mouth with desperation and hunger.

“Fuck, Jesse.” His moan is muffled against my lips.

I crouch slightly, hooking my hands beneath his thighs and lifting him up. He lets out a surprised noise, instantly wrapping his legs around my waist. I carry him down the hall into my bedroom and toss him onto the bed.

“Strip,” I demand and start making quick work of my own shirt buttons. I toe off my boots, and they land on the floor with a thud.

Our eyes remain locked as he strips out of his clothes like I told him to. Each piece of clothing that lands on my bedroom floor reveals inches of toned, golden skin as I shed my own clothes.

I knew he was hot from the glimpses he’s teased me with over the last week, but holy shit.

He’s fucking breathtaking. Broad shoulders and sculpted pecs.

A lightly defined six-pack with a deep-cut V, providing the perfect guide to where his cock juts out, all hard and leaking and begging to be touched.

“Damn, look at you,” I find myself saying, mesmerized by the strong lines of his thighs and curve of his calves.

Brayden’s lips tip into a cocky smirk. “Look at me? How about you ? ’Cause fuck me, Jesse, you’re fucking hung .” His tongue darts over his lower lip. “I don’t know what I want more—to suck your dick or have you fuck me so good I can’t sit down tomorrow.”

My cock throbs at his blatant desire. I’m so used to quick hookups in bars that you don’t get the chance to edge and build that pent-up need to the point your veins are trembling.

Moving to the edge of the bed, I step between his spread thighs and grip the base of my shaft. I tap the head of my cock against that plush bottom lip and growl, “Suck.”

He parts his lips willingly, bright brown eyes watching me as he sucks my cock into his mouth. One hand tugs on my balls as the other begins to jerk himself in time with the bob of his head.

I groan, threading my fingers through the dark hair on the back of his head.

He doesn’t take his eyes off me as he takes me in deep, cheeks hollowing, tongue licking and swirling around my swollen tip.

His pleasured moans cause my toes to curl into the hard floor beneath my feet.

The sounds he’s making are like my cock is the best damn thing he’s ever had in his mouth.

He swallows around me, his throat constricting around the head of my cock, and his eyes turn glassy.

“Fuck, Brayden!” I rasp, gripping his hair tighter and pulling him off me slightly. “You’re gonna make me come if you keep that up.”

“Good,” he murmurs before giving the head of my cock a hard suck, causing stars to litter behind my eyelids. “I want you to fill my mouth before you fill my ass.”

Jesus Christ.

He deep throats me again, and I spill down his throat, cursing his name as he swallows down every damn drop.

I slump forward, gripping his shoulders for balance as a wave of light-headedness washes over me.

Spots cloud my vision as my breath comes out in short bursts.

Fuck, I’ve never come so hard in my life.

“You okay?” Brayden asks, his tone hinting at amusement.

I give a jerky nod. “Just need a minute.”

He lets out a low whistle. “Damn, I knew I was good, but I didn’t know I was that good! Did I almost make you see the big white pearly gates when you shot your jizz down my throat?”

I scrunch up my nose, unable to stop the choked laugh. “Brayden.”

He snorts and flops back onto the bed, his hard cock slapping his lower abdomen. “Now are you gonna let me ride you, cowboy?”

I don’t respond to his request, deciding to keep him waiting instead. Rounding the bed, I retrieve a bottle of lube and a condom from my bedside. I toss the bottle to Brayden and order, “Open yourself up for me. Let me watch you get yourself ready.”

He spreads his legs without hesitation, planting his feet flat on the bed.

After coating his fingers with lube, he rubs around his rim and pushes one finger inside.

He lets out a low groan, working himself open before adding a second digit.

My cock is hard and leaking again by the time he sinks a third finger into his hole.

I tear open the condom and roll the rubber down my length.

“Get on your hands and knees,” I instruct, my voice coming out deep and gravelly.

He slips his fingers free, and he shifts up onto his hands and knees.

The position gives me the perfect view of his glistening hole.

His wide-set, muscular back tapers down to a narrow waist and the roundest, peachiest ass I’ve ever seen.

I want to shove my face between those plush cheeks and eat him out until he’s writhing beneath me.

But that’ll need to wait for another time.

I climb onto the bed on my knees, settling between his spread legs. Notching the head of my cock against his rim, I slowly inch inside, pausing when he lets out a gasp.

“Okay?” I ask.

“Yes, you’re just fucking huge, Jesse. I’m pretty sure your dick is the same size as my forearm.”

This guy. I swear he has no filter. And as much as I’ve tried to resist him, I really fucking like knowing what he’s thinking.

He groans, fisting the sheets tight beneath him as I slide in another inch, unable to stop my grin as his “Oh fuuuuck !” bounces around my room.

When I bottom out, I give him a minute to adjust. As much as I’m eager to fuck Brayden so hard he forgets his own name, I also don’t want to risk hurting him with my size.

“You good?” I check.

“I swear, if you don’t start fucking me in the next two seconds, I’m gonna—” Holding on to his waist, I pull out and slam back into him. “—Ah! Fuck! Yessss, Jesse!” He moans.

He pushes back on me, meeting me thrust for thrust. The headboard hits the wall in a steady thump, mixing with our combined moans and grunts, my heavy balls slapping against his taint.

“You look so fucking good on my cock, Brayden. The way your hole tries to grip onto me, not wanting me to leave this perfect fucking ass,” I rasp, digging my fingers into his hips, thumbs pressing into the dimples at the base of his spine. “So fucking good.”

“Jesse,” he whimpers, back arching when I peg his prostate. “Touch me.”

“What do you say?”

“Touch me. Please,” he begs.

I reach around to wrap my fingers around his cock, the glide of my palm slick from his precome. Leaning forward, I nip his ear with my teeth and growl, “Good boy.”

He lets out a loud cry as he erupts in my hand, coating my palm and the bed with spurt after spurt of come. The squeeze of his muscles around my shaft triggers my own release, and I groan as I come for the second time within the hour.

After catching my breath, I hold on to the condom as I slide my cock out of him, heading straight to my bathroom to dispose of it and clean myself up before returning back to the bed with a warm washcloth.

I try and bathe him as best as I can with how he’s slumped onto the mattress like a wet noodle.

When I return to the bed and slide under the sheets next to him, he looks up at me with a tired, satisfied gaze.

“I wanted to ride you.” His voice is thick with exhaustion from being so vocal. Something that I fucking love.

“Another time.”

“There’s gonna be another time?” he asks with a hopeful expression.

“Fuck yes, there will be, Brayden. I’m nowhere near done with you yet.”