Page 13 of Claiming Bennett (Montgomery Dreams #3)

BENNETT

There’s a warm weight sprawled over my hips, the familiar scent of vanilla drifting through the air.

My dreams take on the vague shape of lean thighs and bouncy blonde curls, and I groan at the shift of pressure atop my hips.

A pretty moan filters through the daze of sleep that surrounds me as blunt nails dig into my chest.

I snap awake, my body still and stiff in confusion.

The warm weight is still on top of me. I can still smell vanilla. The vision of a slim waist and perky tits is no longer swimming in my mind, but is very fucking real and in touching range.

My eyes fall to those pretty tits, nipples hard enough to cut glass and heaving as she heaves in shaky breaths. And then they fall between her thighs, and my mind goes completely fucking blank at the wetness gleaming there, right above my cock and leaking through to my briefs.

I get hard so fast my head swims.

“Magnolia?” My voice is rough with sleep and barely restrained desire, and her long lashes flutter at the sound of it. “What the fuck are you doing?”

She smiles down at me, sweet as a dream, and I clench my hands into fists at my sides to stop myself from smacking the smugness right off her pretty face. My cock throbs at the thought.

“What does it look like I’m doing?” she asks, her voice breathy and a little nervous even as she grinds her hips down on top of mine.

The movement is shaky and unpracticed, and it only serves to sharpen the edge of my hunger for her. All I want is to take this little minx apart until she’s shaking and sobbing for me, and my sleep-addled brain is having a really hard time coming up with any reason why I shouldn’t.

“It looks like you’re breaking into my fucking trailer while I’m asleep, Magnolia,” I say, a growl on the edge of my words. “Whatever you’re doing?—”

“What I’m doing ,” she says, cutting me off impatiently, “is not being a good girl like you told me to.” Her hips shift against mine again, slower, smoother, and I bite down on my tongue to stop the groan that wants to slip from my mouth. “What are you going to do about it, huh, Bennett?”

I don’t have a chance to process the way my cock twitches at the sound of my name in her voice before she leans down and kisses me.

Her palms are spread out on my chest, tiny in comparison to the muscle they’re propped against, and the kiss she presses against my mouth is damn near shy .

It’s nothing like the fiery snap of need that our kiss in the barn was.

I feel her hesitance, her uncertainty, and it should make me pull back and ask if she’s sure about this.

If I was a better man, maybe I would.

As soon as I move to pull away and put a stop to this—or, fuck, at least a pause—she whines, and the sound is so unbearably sinful that my mind goes blank.

I’m not a very patient man, and I’ve never been one to resist my urges. The lingering weight of sleep on my brain only makes it easier to ignore everything telling me how bad of an idea this is.

There’s nothing but heat and softness and the taste of raspberry lip gloss.

Her lips part against mine in a gasp when I press up into the kiss, and my self control evaporates.

My hands unclench from the fists they’re in at my sides only to clench back down over her hips.

I hold her bruisingly tight as I flip our positions, pinning her to my mattress while I ravage her mouth with my tongue.

She’s a sloppy kisser, but enthusiastic, needy , her whole body arching into every movement I make.

I can’t resist the temptation of all that bared skin beneath me, and one hand abandons her hip to cup her breast and roll my thumb over her nipple.

She arches against me like she’s being shocked with a live wire, breaking our kiss to toss her head back on a trembling little moan that makes me throb in my briefs.

I hum appreciatively at the feeling of her throat vibrating beneath my lips and trail kisses down from her jaw to her collarbone. She gasps when I sink my teeth in, just hard enough to hurt, but not enough to leave a mark.

“Fuck, Bennett ,” she whimpers, rolling her hips up against mine.

Hearing her say my name is what snaps me out of my lust induced trance.

Fuck.

We can’t do this.

I can’t do this.

I pull back, rearing up on my knees between her spread thighs.

She moves to follow me, but I wrap a hand around her throat and shove her back down.

I need the distance to think, but she looks so fucking good like this that I almost lose focus.

Her head is tipped back so she can press the column of her throat into my palm, pulse thudding beneath my hand as she looks up at me through downy lashes, and she rubs her bare, soft thigh against my side to try and distract me further.

“Magnolia,” I snarl at her disapprovingly, but can’t bring myself to pull back any further. “I’m not going to fuck you, no matter how pretty you look in my bed.”

I spit the words out harshly, hoping that saying them aloud will make me believe them more. They sound like a lie, even to me. Pretty hazel eyes flash with rage in the moonlight, but she swallows it down and replaces the look with a smile fit for a fucking succubus.

“Oh?” she asks teasingly, glancing at the bulge in my briefs and tipping her throat even further into my grasp. “And why not?”

I want to snap at her, to tell her I’m serious and that she needs to leave. I want to bury myself so deep inside of her that she’ll never forget the feeling of me stretching her out.

“Because I said so.” She snorts at that reason, her tongue flitting out to swipe teasingly over her bottom lip. “You’re too young. You’re fucking innocent compared to me, sweet little Magnolia.”

My hand shifts to cup her jaw so I can shake her head, as if the force will make my words sink in. The movement only seems to excite her more. She pushes up on one hand and traces the other from my shoulders down to my abs, and I, for some fucking reason, don’t stop her.

“Fuck innocence. I know what I want,” she says. “I want you .”

It’s damn near impossible to control myself with her long, lean legs spread wide and easy around the bulk of my thighs.

Her nails tickle in the best way as her hand slips down even further, teasing just above the waistband of my briefs.

She looks a little nervous, her fingers tripping over each other as she glances between my face and my cock.

“I don’t fuck virgins.” She’s not a blushing maiden, that’s for sure, but she reeks of inexperience.

The way her hips move like she’s acting on pure instinct is enough to convince me of that, but it’s the look in her eyes that really nails it home.

Determined, excited, but there’s a sheen of fear there too. “I’d ruin you, baby.”

My voice goes soft on the pet name, and I brush my thumb over her cheek gently. She leans into the touch, but her demeanor doesn’t soften a bit as she scoffs out a laugh.

“What makes you think I’m a virgin, baby ?”

Her hand slips into my briefs and wraps around my cock before I can even snarl at her for the sass. My mind goes blank the second I feel her skin against mine.

Her hand is small and soft and so fucking warm, and she pumps me lazily as she shoves my briefs further down with her other hand.

It’s impossibly good for a handjob, and the certainty she moves with now makes me question my thoughts.

She’s definitely done this before, and the thought of someone else seeing her like this makes me see red.

I’m so hard in her hand that it hurts, and I groan when she slides her thumb in a slow circle around the head of my cock. She collects the precum pooling there and uses it to slick her palm as she continues to stroke me.

It’s the soft gasp that falls from her lips when I grind into her hand that does me in.

Fuck the consequences. It’s too late for any of that.

I wrap my hand around her throat again and shove her back, hard enough to knock the breath out of her when she bounces against the mattress. Her hand slides free of my cock as she falls back, and I grunt at the sudden chill. I won’t be cold for long.

No, she wants me to fuck her, and she’s going to goddamn well get it.

“You don’t want to be good?” I ask as I lean over her, careful not to put too much pressure on her throat. “Fine. I’ll just have to make you be good for me, won’t I?”

Her pulse skyrockets under my fingers, and I feel her neck shift like she wants to nod in agreement, even though she glares at me petulantly.

“Yeah, I’ll make you be good, sweet Magnolia,” I whisper, smiling down at her with a touch of cruelty.

She flinches in surprise when I shove her thighs further apart with my knee, but her hesitance melts away at the first brush of my fingers along the inside of her thigh. She’s smooth and warm to the touch, and I waste no time, not able to bear waiting any longer.

The first touch of my fingers to her pussy has both of us moaning.

She’s already so wet that I could probably slide right in, but I want her to fucking earn it. She’s been bratty enough all this time, it’s time for her to learn her place.

Her entire body writhes when I circle my thumb over her clit, and I laugh meanly. “That’s right, baby, show me how good it feels.”

I cut off her attempt at a response by slipping a finger inside of her. She chokes on her words, trailing off on a desperate moan as her hips hitch down onto my hand. I grin at the shakes that rattle her form, watching her breasts heave with each trembling breath.

It’s probably a little too soon for me to add another finger, but I do anyway, relishing in the whine it gets me.

“Oh, is it too much?” I ask, my voice dripping with cloying sarcasm. “Maybe if you weren’t a pushy little brat , I would take it easy on you.”