Walk On The Wild Side by Jami Alden

the feel of her hand through his clothes made him struggle not to come like some hormone drunk fifteen year old. “I’m trying to be a nice guy,” he gritted out. He wrapped his hand around her wrist, but couldn’t make himself pull her hand from him.
    “You think if I wanted nice,” she stood on her toes, so close he could feel the heat of her breath on his throat. “I would have set my sights on you?”
    Her other hand curled around his neck, and he groaned her lips trailed hot, open-mouthed kisses along his throat. “I don’t need nice right now. I need—how did you put it? Someone to fuck me long and hard all night long.”
    He slammed his mouth down on hers, not only because he’d been craving the taste of it for nearly a year but because he was afraid if she kept talking he was going to go right over the edge.
    Her lips parted under his, her tongue stroking his like she was as starved for him as he was for her. God, she tasted like everything he’d ever dreamed of and more, sweet, spicy, more intoxicating than the world’s finest Scotch.
    His hand slid up her ribcage to cup one full breast, and he groaned into her mouth as he felt the hard press of her nipple against his palm. His thumb brushed across it and the little sound she made in her throat made his dick harden another inch.
    He reached down and jerked her hand from him, ignoring her sound of protest. “Too much,” he muttered against her mouth.
    Her hands slid beneath his jacket, up his chest, and around his back. Her palms seemed to burn him through the thin cotton of his shirt and he half wondered if he might spontaneously combust when he finally felt her hands on his bare skin.
    “Molly?” The sound of Adele’s voice was like a bucket of cold water thrown over his head. With instincts honed from years of avoiding detection by parents who would be appalled by their daughter’s choice of bed partner, Brady ducked around the corner out of sight.
    Shit. A few more minutes and she would have walked out and seen him taking her daughter up against a wall. So not how he imagined his first time with Molly. So not how she deserved to be treated.
    Lucky that Adele had interrupted him before it was too late. Lucky he had the chance to reset, remind himself of what he was risking by giving into temptation too soon.
    “What are you doing out here?” she said at her daughter’s continued silence.
    “I just came out to get some air,” Molly finally said with just the barest tremor in her voice.
    “Well, I’ve been looking all over for you. It’s time to cut the cake.”
    “Sorry, Mom. I’ll be right there.”
    He waited to hear the door close before he came back around the building and found Molly waiting for him, an expectant look on her face.
    One look at her kiss swollen mouth and heavy lidded blue eyes and all of his good intentions flew out the window.
    “Are you staying here tonight?”
    JT had made the ranch’s cabins and guest rooms available to the wedding guests so everyone could get as festive as they wanted and not have to worry about the drive home.
    She nodded. “In the Little Antlers cabin. It’s down by the creek.”
    “I’ll find it,” he said and stalked back into the hall, knowing that if he looked at her for even another second he was going to start kissing her, and to hell with the cake cutting.
    He made his way through the crowd, careful to keep his distance from Molly. For now anyway.
    She wanted the bad boy Brady, and tonight she was going to have him. And she could have him for as long as it took until she realized she wanted what he did.
    Everything.
     
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    Molly muddled through the rest of the reception in a muddled haze. Though Brady didn’t get within five feet, she could feel his eyes tracking every move.
    Once Ellie and Damon took their leave, the party started to disperse. Some decided to continue the revelry in the Ranch’s bar at JT’s invitation.
    Molly, pleading she was tired, slipped away to