“Not a problem,” Brenna said, waving a hand. “Help yourself.”
“Elise is staying here,” Grant cut in. “I’m not letting my sister sleep in the lodge with a stranger here.”
“She’s not,” Brenna said quickly. “She can stay in Pop’s cabin and Pop can sleep out here on the couch, and Rome can stay in my cabin.”
“Your cabin?” Elise asked, brows furrowing.
“Before I moved in with Grant,” she said quickly, covering the lie. “The empty one.”
“There’s no blankets or a bed,” Elise interjected, her voice so small it was barely audible.
“I don’t need them,” Rome said. “No big deal.”
“Empty cabin?” Pop scratched his head. “I’m not sure—”
Brenna decided it was time to end this conversation before things escalated. “Grant and I are going to bed.” She moved to Grant’s side and dug her hands into the front of his jacket, dragging his face down to hers. She kissed the frown off his face, ignoring how stiff he was. Surprised, most likely.
Pop chuckled. “Well now.”
Brenna swiped her tongue across Grant’s tightly pressed mouth and was pleased to feel him soften under her grasp. The desire she’d been fighting all night was turning quickly into an inferno, and she wrapped her arms around his neck. She broke the kiss and glanced at the others. “I’ve been dying to get my hands on this man all day, so you guys will have to excuse us. I need to strip him na**d and do dirty things to him.”
“Brenna,” Grant began.
She placed a finger over his lips to quiet him and looked over at Pop. “Can you order pizza for everyone? Grant’s business credit card is in my desk. Leave us a few slices and we’ll sneak out to get them later.” She winked at the two men and the awkward, terrified face of Elise. The girl was in good hands with Pop, and Rome was cute as could be. She’d be fine.
Hell, Brenna didn’t care if she was fine or not. She just wanted to get Grant alone and sate the itch she’d been feeling for hours. She glanced up at him and he looked as if he was about to protest again, so she leaned in and kissed him, then bit down gently on his lower lip, tugging on it.
“Come on, Grant,” she whispered when she let him go. “You know you want to.”
His gaze was dark with desire when he focused back on her face, and when she pulled on his collar, he allowed her to lead him away.
He said nothing until they got outside and headed toward his cabin. “I can’t believe you,” he told her, the harsh words tempered by the sexy rasp in his voice. “Now Pop’s going to think we’re sleeping together.”
“We are sleeping together,” she pointed out. “Your sister has my blankets, remember?”
“And now someone else is sleeping over, and I have no clue who he is,” Grant began. “And how the hell did you get my business credit card? And—”
They got to the front door of his cabin and she pushed it open, dragging him inside even as he talked. And then Brenna leaned in and gave his mouth a full-on, lingering lick that silenced him. “You going to keep talking or are we going to have some raunchy sex?”
“Are you trying to distract me?” His brows knitted.
She shrugged and moved away a step or two. “I mostly wanted to get laid, but if you’re not interested—”
He grabbed her arm before she could dance out of his reach, and he dragged her back toward him. “Oh no you don’t, you little tease.” Brenna felt a wicked thrill when he pulled her back up against him, and his hands cupped her ass. “You’ve been rubbing up against me all day, and that move in the car was just dirty.”
“Delightfully dirty, wasn’t it?” Brenna trailed a finger down his front. “You liked it. I could tell.” She leaned in and nipped at his chin with her teeth. “You were so hard in my grip.”
He groaned, his hands clenching her ass. “My sister was in the backseat, Brenna.”
“She wasn’t looking,” Brenna said, skating her hand down his flat belly and back toward his cock. “She was napping. I could have jerked you off and she wouldn’t have noticed.”
His breath sucked in when her hand slid back around his cock. “I noticed.”
“Mmm. Then I guess you saw how horny it made me?” She clenched her thighs together in memory. “I was so wet just from touching you.”
Grant stared down at her face with dark, tortured eyes. “So you want more meaningless sex with me? Is that what you’re looking for?”
She sighed, dropping her hands. “Why does it have to be more? Why can’t it just be sex because I want to f**k you and you want to f**k me?”
“Because that’s not how I’m made, Brenna.”
“Really?” She reached between his legs and grasped him again, caressing his rock-hard cock. “Sure feels like you’re made that way to me.”
“You want me to just use you?” he rasped, and dragged his wire-rimmed glasses off his face in a move that made her get wet with need all over again. “No emotions, just sex?”
“Exactly,” she said enthusiastically. “One hundred percent just sex.”
“Like we’re strangers?”
She shrugged. “Whatever floats your boat.”
Brenna was surprised when, in the next moment, he grasped the back of her neck and hauled her toward him in a fierce kiss. She melted when his tongue plunged into her mouth in a hard, dominating stroke. When the man gave in, he really, really gave in. Responding to his kiss, Brenna clung to the front of his shirt as he slowly stroked against her tongue, working her simmering desire to a fever pitch.
She barely noticed when he dragged their twined bodies over a few steps, until the backs of her thighs hit his couch. And then, to her surprise, he broke the kiss, staring down at her. “Just sex, right?”
She nodded, not trusting her voice to not wobble. Her legs were doing enough wobbling as it was.
With his hand still on the back of her neck, he pulled away and turned her around toward the couch, facing away from him.
Curious, Brenna let him lead her, not protesting. But her breath sucked in when he pressed down on her neck, indicating that she should bend over the couch.
She did so, and her ass went up into the air. And it made her wet all over again. This was so not like Grant. Or maybe it was. He loved control in the office, and in this, he was definitely in control.