Clint Eastwood

Chapter 4

Brantley's POV:

I was livid. Beyond furious. We drove back to the hotel Jessie was staying at and I walked her up. She was still shaken up. On the trip here she raced just enough to almost fall asleep. We exchanged numbers yesterday. So I kissed her forehead after she opened her door. "Call me after you get some rest alright? I'll be in town for another day or so." I told her, and turned to head back to my truck. "Brantley!!" Her voice was almost frantic. I turned quickly. "Please stay with me. I don't wanna be alone. Please?" She begged, grabbing onto one of my hands with both of hers. Her bottom lip trembled and I caved, tugging her to me and sweeping her up in my arms. I walked us inside the room, shutting and locking the door behind me. "Take me to bed Brantley." She whispered into my ear. My body reacted. I knew that she didn't mean those words the way they sounded. But when a woman tells a man to take her to bed, there's usually another meaning behind that. I was having one hell of a time trying to control myself. We laid down in her bed, her under the covers. Me on top. "B..." I turned to her. "Hold me?" She asked softly. Those gorgeous eyes and that pouty mouth did me in. I stood up and shrugged out of my jacket. Laid my hat on the side table, and kicked off my boots. I left my shirt and jeans on, and crawled under the covers. I pulled her into my arms and she melted against me. The change was instant. She relaxed and nuzzled in close, sighing contentedly. Jessie was asleep in minutes. I adjusted slightly and she frowned, latching on to me like I was leaving. I settled her and decided to doze for a while.

When I woke up, Jessie was snuggled right up on my chest, curled up like a kitten. One of he hands was idly playing with my beard. One of my hands was tangled in her hair. The other had a handful of bare naked ass. I growled and palmed the pliant flesh. Smoothing my hand over the soft skin. Jessie moaned. I froze. I shook my head to clear it, and realized that Jessie was lying on my chest stark naked, except for a tiny pink thong. "Jessie... Darlin wake up.." I nudged her gently. "Hmm?" She asked still half asleep. "Baby, not that I'm complaining, why are you naked?" I asked soft. "Got hot B... You feel good..." She moaned. I caught her meaning when I realized she had her knees pulled up so that she was straddling my hips, and she had a steady slow rhythm going on. She was slowly and subtly rocking her hips, grinding herself against me. I growled again. She purred happily. "Love it when you growl..." She mumbled, rocking harder. I clenched my teeth. "Honey wake up." I tried again. "Nuh-uh... Good dream. Feels so good... B...." She moaned, her breath quickening. Her little body started to tremble, her hips losing their rhythm. I knew what was happening before she did apparently. She came on a high pitch squeal, bucking and shuddering. Her nails sunk into my chest. She sat up on a gasp, wide awake. As quickly as I could, I yanked her back down against my chest. "W-what just happened? Why am I on top of you?" She whispered. "Well... I'm trying to preserve your modesty..." I said softly. She looked down and realized her state of undress. She squeaked and quickly covered up with the sheet. "Why am I all sticky?" She asked, peeking under the sheet. "That's all you princess..." I grinned and nodded to my lap, her eyes glazed over at the outline of my erection. She licked her lips. Then spotted the wet spot she left. "Oh my God!" She screeched and went to bolt from the bed. I caught her wrist and tugged her until she tumbled back into bed, face first on my chest. "We all have wet dreams every now and then.. What's a mini-orgasm between friends? Relax." I tried to keep my tone light. "I've never done that before..." She whispered embarrassed. "What? You've never had a wet dream?" I asked. She ducked her head. "I've never had an orgasm before.." She blushed furiously. "Wait your exes were that bad?!" I exclaimed. "They never touched me." She whispered, holding my gaze.