Big Man’s Claim Wylder, Penny (you can read anyone .TXT) 📖

ass, and I register the pain with the increased pleasure as he takes exactly what he wants. Urgently. With unrestrained passion.

Bran drops his head into the crook of my neck and bites my shoulder as his body begins to shake. My pussy tightens, milking his shaft, refusing to let him go. Moaning against my skin, he comes hard.

His shaft jerks inside my body, pulsing with such power I can feel the beats in my stomach. I curl my legs around his waist and hold on tight as the orgasm rips me apart, leaving me open and wounded.

I didn't expect this. I didn't expect to feel this way.

I'm lost and found all in the same breath.

Bran rolls off of me, and we curl up together, wrapping each other like a blanket. My eyes are heavy and my body is completely worn out. Falling asleep in each other’s arms, the only thing I know for sure is that this feels right.

It's like I've known this man my whole life because it feels so natural to be with him. But that's not true, it's a fairy tale written for another story that isn't mine.

Opening my eyes, I yawn and stretch out my arms. Lifting my head, Bran isn't beside me. The cabin is filled with the afternoon sun, and I find Bran naked behind an easel at the end of the bed.

“What are you doing?” I ask as I stretch again.

“Hold on, don't move, stay just like that.” He grabs his phone, coming to the end of the bed. A bright light flashes and I hear the sound of a click.

“Did you just take a picture of me naked in your bed?”

He smiles and nods. “I did.”

“Why?” Giggling, I push up on my elbows and arch a brow.

“I need a reference for later for the new piece I just started.” Setting his phone on a small table by the bed, he grabs a pair of shorts and tugs them on. “That is if you don't mind being the inspiration for it.”

Blushing, I feel the heat flood my cheeks. Smiling big, I shake my head. “Not at all. I actually love the idea of being your muse.”

It also turns me on a little to know he has a naked picture of me. I wonder if he'll use it later. The thought of him getting off to an image of me is hot as hell.

Bran chuckles as he tugs a t-shirt over his head. I watch his body as he's getting dressed. His muscles ripple, and his stomach hardens as he lets the shirt fall over his torso.

“What?” he asks, catching me looking.

“Nothing, I just like watching you. There's something about you I can't get enough of. I don't know why you make me feel this way.”

Leaning over, he kisses my forehead. “Me either. You're the last thing I expected to show up in my life.”

Should I even be here?

I know his secret. I know what he's hiding. He’s a loner. He had a chance at family and turned the other way. Yet here I am. In his bed when I shouldn't be. These feelings aren't real, they can't be. So why can't I ignore them? It saddens me to think that we want different things in life.

I want to find love. He doesn't.

I want to get married one day. He rejected his wife.

I want a family. He walked away from his.

The second he knows we're on different paths, he's going to run the other way. One of us is going to get hurt and that person is me. I want a baby and a family. I want to find love and be loved. I want everything he doesn't.

But our chemistry is perfect, explosive even. What kind of cruel joke is this? I've always been a girl who believes in fate. Things happen for a reason. You might not always know the reason, but one day you'll see it.

Both my parents died, and I've yet to see how that fits into my life. How I can find any sense of reason to it. I don't think I'm ready to see the answer to that yet. But Branson. . . He feels right. We feel right.

“So,” he says as he gathers up my clothes and sets them on the bed. “We've had sex twice already, and maybe it's just me, but it feels like whatever this is isn't done.”

“I think so too. I was drawn here and drawn to you for some reason. I know whatever is happening to me, I can't just turn it off.”

“I feel the same way.” His lips pull up into a tender smile. “I was thinking then, how would you like to go out on a date tonight?”

“A date date?” I ask.

“Yeah, a date date.”

“Yes!” I yell loudly, popping up from the bed and hugging him. “I'd love to.”

I can't say no. I don't care what the consequences are.

As I pull on my clothes, I can’t tamp the excitement that’s bubbling inside me. My brother might hate me. The town rumor mill will go into overdrive. None of that matters. All that matters is I follow my heart. And my heart is telling me that there’s something between us.

My heart right now is begging for Branson James.

“How does six tonight sound?” Branson says I walk downstairs.

Glancing at the clock on his wall, it's just about three. I'll have plenty of time to get home, shower and change.

“That sounds perfect. Do you want me to meet you somewhere?”

“How about you just meet me here?” he asks.

“That's fine with me.” Holding my keys in my hand, I smile. “Six o'clock,” I say.

He smiles through thin lips and nods. “Six o'clock, here at my place.” Taking my chin in his hand, he kisses me softly. “I'll see you soon.”

Walking to the door, I give him one last look and smile over my shoulder. Closing the door behind me, I stand still for a moment on the front step. My stomach is in my throat