Brantley's POV:
"Jessie's here." I rumbled. "How do you know?" Kolby looked around, as did a few of the other guys. "Because I hear my truck. She's almost to the driveway." I chuckled. We all turned just in time to see my truck come flying down the driveway and smoothly pull to a stop. "You let your Ol lady drive your truck?" One of my buddies asked. I nodded. "Yup." Smirking. "She must be something special. Guess she's not dog ugly after all." Another buddy chuckled. I just smirked. They all whistled as one slim little leg touched down on the ground, then the other. Jessie shut the door and fluffed her hair. She was wearing my tshirt and some cutoffs, and hot damn did she look good. Looking around, she noticed the other women already stripped down. She sheugged and shimmied out of her shorts, then the shirt and she tossed them back in the truck. She whistled like a pro, and Sy jumped down, trailing behind his Momma happily. I growled when I saw her. Several of my buddies gasped. One actually whimpered. "My God... Look at that girl." One sighed. Jessie hadn't spotted me yet. "Hey pretty girl!" I yelled. She turned and locked her eyes to mine, grinned widely, and took off running at me. "Brantley!" She squealed and jumped into my arms, her legs locking around my waist. It was her usual greeting. "You lucky bastard.." My buddy Skip groaned. I set her down and she kissed my cheek. When I looked down at her, I had to do a double take. A collar. The little minx was wearing a collar. With my initials in it. I growled when I saw it. Smirking darkly. She knew damn well what that would do to me. She did it on purpose. I popped her behind lightly and she pressed herself more fully against me. Moaning low. "Behave Jessie, in trying to be a nice guy darlin." I warned her quietly once my buddies walked away. "Who said I wanted you to be nice?" She purred. "Jessie..." I warned. "Stop holding back. I'm ready." She growled and kissed me harshly before walking away to join the girls by the pool. I watched her ass sway as she walked, left, right, left right. It was mesmerizing. If she wanted to play in the big leagues, who was I to stop her. I'd have to see just how far she wanted to take this. I wasn't going to pressure her into doing anything she wasn't ready for. But if she says she's ready, I'll just have to see exactly how ready she is. I smirked darkly, already mentally planning our night.
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Clint Eastwood
FanfictionWhen Jessie James' new song hits the charts, it goes straight to the top. Tired of being alone, and fed up with all the pretty boys, she wrote a a song reminiscent of the guys back in the old days. The real men. Rough, tough, and just what a woman n...