The Breaker (Erotic Country #1.) (4 page)

He slowly unbuckled
her belt and she heard her zipper splitting. His hands slid over her silk
panties and traced either side of her opening. A finger hovered over her clit.
His hand was so close to where she wanted it to be but not close enough.

‘On my skin,’ she panted.
‘Under my pants.’

His thumb lifted the
opening of her pants around the top of her leg and his finger pressed lightly
on her clit, in exactly the right spot and teased her softly. His teeth sunk
into her neck, sending shivers up her entire body. ‘Harder,’ she growled.
‘Brett. I need to come.’

‘Don’t you like being
teased?’

‘No.’

‘Nor do I.’ He pulled
his hand out of her jeans and then he began zipping her up.

With her hands still
shackled behind her back, Sophie stood helplessly as he slowly buttoned her
shirt back up. He stood back and watched her intently, the battling emotions on
her face – desperation, embarrassment, anger – and remained silent.

‘You
absolute
bastard
,’ she steamed and pulled at the hobbles around her wrists. She
called him a few more choice names.

He put his arms around
her waist and she felt the heat from his body, making her want him even more. He
kissed her, with strong hungry lips, his tongue running seductively around her
mouth and pulling softly at her lower lip. ‘Don’t ever forget it,’ he said
quietly, as he unbuckled the hobbles around her wrists.

That was it? He was
going to leave her high and dry – well, totally wet – like this? She couldn’t
believe it. But then she couldn’t believe anything this guy did. He was like no
one she had ever met.

She wanted to kill
him.

Slowly.

Inch by deliciously
dirty inch …

Sophie raised a hand to punch him and
he caught it before it connected.

‘Don’t.’ Brett glared
at her and for a brief moment she completely believed he was capable of really
hurting her. His free hand took her by the hair and forced her to the floor of
the truck, her knees hitting the wooden floor boards. Then he unbuckled his
jeans.

‘Open your mouth.’

He was rock hard and a
throbbing pulse raced up his shaft as it stood hard up against his flat
stomach. His head was swollen purple. She opened her mouth and he ran his silky
smooth head around her lips, lacing it with the small drop of pre-come. ‘Say
please,’ he ordered.

‘Please,’ she
whispered.

‘What?’

‘Please,’ she begged a
little louder. ‘Let me suck you.’

‘Put out your tongue.’

She held out her
tongue and he ran the tip of his cock over it. She licked the length of him and
circled her tongue around his head, loving the taste and feel, then drew him
into her mouth, sucking and making her way down the length of his shaft as far
as she could go while working him with her tongue. His hips rocked into her and
his fingers ran through her hair, pushing it back off her face. She sucked hard
and let her mouth slide back up until she could lick his head again.

She brought her hand
to him, closed her eyes and got lost with it; running her lips down and over
him again, up and down his pole, while her hand followed. He held her head in
his hands and fucked her mouth slowly at first and then hit a rhythm, pumping
into her until she could hardly breathe. She felt his balls tighten and harden,
churn with come until he shuddered violently and came in long hot spurts,
groaning loudly. She felt it shoot up the shaft of his cock in surges. He burst
over her neck and throat and between her breasts and it burned against her skin.

He slumped forward and
rested his face on the small chestnut horse that stood over them. Sweat ran
down his torso and dropped from the side of his temples.

For some reason,
staring up at him, from her knees, seeing him look so spent made her feel
powerful. She grinned and ran the point of her tongue over the sensitive tip of
his cock and he convulsed and gasped, pulling himself away from her grasp.

He looked down at her.
‘Fuck.’ His voice was ragged and his breath unsteady. He took in a deep breath
and exhaled. He pulled her up and took her in his arms, kissing her deeply, his
breath roaring into her mouth; and for a moment she believed he might even have
a heart. She ran her hands over his beautiful face and kissed him back, loving
the feeling of his arms around her. This man she knew nothing about, except
that he was a sadistic prick with a big hungry cock. She wanted to straddle him
now.

He pushed a strand of
hair off her face and tucked it behind her ear, in a gesture that was
surprisingly gentle. ‘We’re going to be late.’

‘I don’t care,’ she
said.

‘I do,’ he said.

‘But …’

‘What?’

‘What about me?’ She ran
her lips over his neck and inhaled his scent. ‘I need to come so badly.’ He
couldn’t end this now. Not yet.

Yes he could, it
seemed. He dropped his arms from around her and did up his jeans. ‘We’ve got
two more horses to load.’ He skipped down the ramp of the truck.

She stood in the back
of the truck and stared down the front of her shirt, incredulous. The dirty
bastard had just shot all over her. And she’d begged for it. How did that
happen?

Sophie took one of the
clean towels from the truck cupboards and wiped the pearly mess off her throat
and chest, glad there was no presidential-style evidence left on her shirt.

Brett appeared on the
ramp of the truck with a bay horse, handed her its rope and disappeared to get
the other one. He loaded that one too, closed a steel rail alongside it and jumped
to the ground while she stood there, not knowing what to do or how to feel.

He stood with his
finger on the winch button, waiting for her.

She walked to the
narrow doorway and glared down the ramp at him. But it was as though he had
flicked a switch and just turned everything off. His face was passive. His mind
seemed on the job of loading horses. But she was anything but switched off. She
was so turned on it wasn’t funny. She was burning so hot it would take the entire
rural fire brigade to put her out. Or just one of him. Was he kidding?

He looked at her impatiently
and began raising the ramp. The winch whirred and the steel cable went taut. No,
it seemed, he was not kidding.

She stomped down the
ramp and stormed to the cabin of the truck. ‘You are the most conceited arsehole
I ever met,’ she said as she hoisted herself into the driver’s side.

‘You’re not exactly
Mary Poppins,’ he replied. He had followed her. Now he stood looking up at her.
He reached to the ignition and pulled the keys out from below the steering
wheel.

‘What are you doing?’
she demanded.

‘Move over.’

She folded her arms
across her chest. ‘I don’t do that submissive little woman shit. I’m driving.’
She held out her hands for the keys.

He checked his watch
and his face went dark as he took in the stubbornness on her face. ‘I need
sharper rowels,’ he grunted and grudgingly handed her the keys. She snatched
them and he walked around the front of the truck and opened the passenger side
door.

‘You owe me an
orgasm,’ she said as he climbed in. She started the engine, turned the big
wheel and the truck rolled out the driveway and headed towards Bangaloo Creek.

‘You had your chance last
night.’

Sophie turned and
stared at him while the truck rumbled along the road under her guiding hand. ‘Seriously?’

He nodded.

‘Are you sulking?’

He didn’t answer.

‘You’re sulking
because I wouldn’t let you drive.’ For about the tenth time in 24 hours, she
couldn’t believe him.

She continued driving
for another half an hour, silently seething. Brett rested a foot on the
dashboard and watched the scenery roll by out the window. His wrist rested
casually on his knee, giving no clue as to what he was thinking.

‘You quite alright?’

He turned to her.
‘What?’

‘Are you right?’ she
repeated. ‘Are you good? Satisfied? All fixed up?’

He nodded. ‘That was
great.’

Great?
That was the most seriously wicked
blow job she had ever given. It was better than great. It was hot, smoking,
horny as a bitch.
Great?

She hit the brakes, so
hard she felt the horses all stumble in the back.

‘What are you doing?’ he
asked, sounding annoyed.

She steered the truck
off to the side of the road and parked it under and a row of gum trees. Then
she reached for her belt and began unbuckling. With her zip undone, she lifted
her hips and pulled her pants down over her hips. ‘Taking care of myself,’ she
answered. ‘Seeing you’re too fucking selfish.’

She pushed her jeans all
the way down to her ankles, shifted around and lay across the bench seat,
resting her head in his lap. She caught his bemused stare before she shut her
eyes and let her knees drop open.

‘Shut up, I need to
concentrate,’ she said, sliding her hand down into her silk pants. Her crotch
was so wet it was ridiculous. When she slid her finger over her clit it was so
slippery she could hardly get any friction going. She found her spot and
circled angrily, trying to repeat what he had done yesterday.

And then he coughed.

Her eyes flew open.
‘Do you mind?’

He held up his hands.
‘Sorry.’

She closed her eyes
and began circling again. Just as it was beginning to feel good, he spoke
again. ‘Been a while since
I
apologised to anyone,’ he muttered.

‘That’s because you’re
an arrogant prick. Now, would you shut up?’

‘Sorry.’

She closed her eyes
and began again, finding it increasingly difficult to concentrate.

‘I said it again.’

‘What?’ she snapped.

‘Sorry. I said sorry.’
He seemed astounded.

She sat up and glared
at him. ‘Brett. You never speak to anyone. Not even a grunt. Why are you
annoying the piss out of me now?’

He shrugged. ‘I’ve
just never seen a girl do that before.’ He looked down at her hand, which was
still inside her pants. ‘Not in the cabin of a truck on the side of the
highway. What if someone drives past?’

‘Mate, I haven’t seen
half the shit you do either. You’re a complete sicko. I’m just a girl whose
been teased to the brink of orgasm, who is
trying to get her damn rocks off!
’

He looked at his watch
again. ‘We’re going to be late.’

Clearly he had
punctuality issues. ‘Whose fault is that?’

‘Yours,’ he said,
without taking his eyes off her crotch.

She flung her head
back, exasperated, and continued rubbing herself. ‘I’m not leaving until I
climax.’ He didn’t speak for a while so she closed her eyes and tried to shut
out the world. She ran her fingers up and down the sides of her clit.

‘Want some help?’

‘No.’

She ran her hands up
and over her breast and squeezed her nipples between her fingers. They were
still sore from his cruel teeth and she inhaled sharply when she pinched them.

‘This is going to take
all day.’

‘Why don’t you shut
the hell up then?’ she hissed.

She ran her hands
around her neck and found something sticky. ‘Your come is on my neck,’ she said
accusingly. Then she ran her finger around in it a while and then put her hands
back down her pants.

‘Don’t get pregnant,’
he said.

‘What?’ she snapped.

‘My sperm is on your
fingers and you’re shoving them inside your vagina.’

‘I’ve had a depo
shot.’

‘It’s still not safe
sex.’

‘You have
got
to be kidding.’ She sat up and began pulling her pants back up. ‘Who are you to
get all sanctimonious? You are the most self-centred bastard I have ever met in
my life,’ she said through gritted teeth.

‘How is that
self-centred?’

‘You’re purposely
trying to distract me.’

‘I’m not. I’m being
considerate.’

‘I give up. You’re
impossible.’ She sat up and began wrenching her pants back up. A road train
roared past and the driver honked. Brett gave him a thumbs up.

Sophie rolled her
eyeballs.

‘I think you should
give me the keys,’ he said. ‘You’re in no state to drive.’

‘Argh!’ She ripped
them from the ignition and threw them at him.

He held up a defensive
arm and they ricocheted off the window and clattered to the floor. He stooped
to pick them up and then clambered over the top of her. She was forced to feel
the heat from his body one more time. She was sure he rubbed his crotch in her
face on purpose.