The Greatest Show (Willow Son #5/Brothers of Rock #20) (10 page)

The tip of his tongue touched Emma
’
s clit and she  reached for his
hair, pulling at him. Brantley stayed right with her, sucking against her
perfect body, his right hand spreading across her belly, feeling the soft bumps
of the marks left by pregnancy. It was goddamn sexy and goddamn beautiful.

He cut his tongue left to right,
over and over, feeling the nub of her pearl, knowing he had found her sweet
spot. Emma rocked harder, grinding against him. Her nails dug into his scalp,
wanting him closer, tighter.

Brantley stayed right with her,
right on the kitchen counter. A woman like Emma deserved to be fucked in the
kitchen, on the counter, anywhere she wanted to be fucked. Her responsibilities
were fulfilled for the day. Now it was her turn to relax and take it
…

Brantley slid his tongue down to
her center and thrust, feeling her welcome him. He brought his thumb down and
touched her clit, pressing and twisting, bringing out another cry from her.

“
Right
there,
”
Emma purred at him.
“
Don
’
t fucking stop.
”

Brantley groaned under his breath.
Hearing her curse and command him
…
goddamn.

He felt her body pulsing, squeezing
as she built herself into climax.

When her body let go, Emma took her
hand from Brantley
’
s head
and grabbed the counter again. She pulled herself at him, lifting her ass,
groaning with each pulse of her orgasm.

Brantley placed his hands to her
ass and held her, feeling her flexing as she came. His tongue slid back up to
her tender nub and he stayed with her, slowly flicking against her, watching
and loving the way she kept moving.

It was endless and she wasn
’
t pulling away.

Brantley snuck one hand from her
body and hurried to open his jeans. He wrestled them down as far as he needed
to. He was rock hard, taking him into his hand, gripping at his thick root,
ready to go.

In a swift move, he took his mouth
from Emma
’
s body and he
stood up.

She let out a cry and looked at
him, quickly realizing what he was going to do next. She bit her lip and
nodded.

Yes
…
fuck yes
…

**

Emma felt herself losing complete
control. Her mind begged her to stop this, all of this,
right now
. But
her body and heart ached for something else. It had been too many years since
Brantley looked at her and touched her like this. It had been too many years
since the touch of a man made her feel so alive and so welcomed. Any other
physical experience since Brantley had been nothing spectacular.

Her hands touched his lower stomach
as the beginning of him started to open her. The tingling pleasure soared
through her entire body. She took deep breaths, trying to figure out what to
do.

It wasn
’
t like Brantley was some stranger, right? He was
the father of their child. They had been here, done that before. Only this
time, there was no chance of Emma getting pregnant.

“
Sexy
moves
,
”
Brantley
whispered,
“
I promise you,
you
’
re the only one I
’
ve wanted like this.
”

“
In
the kitchen?
”
Emma asked.

“
No.
Like this.
”
Brantley looked
at his unsheathed, steel hard dick, and gave a nod.
“
But I will go get something
…”

“
No,
”
Emma said. Her hands slid to
Brantley
’
s firm ass.
“
No. Go. Right now. Hurry.
”

Emma pressed her chest against
Brantley
’
s. She knew by
sitting up it was going to create a whole new angle and sensation of things,
but that was just fine. As Brantley started to thrust, Emma
’
s hands felt his muscles
flexing. He gently ripped her open, and not only her body either. Her hands
clung to his back, holding on tight. Her mouth kissed his chest and then rested
open, trying to breathe through the insane pressure.

“
Oh,
damn,
”
Brantley growled.
His mouth kissed her neck and then worked down her chest. He started to pull
back and thrust forward again, offering himself.
“
Emma
…
goddamn
…”

Brantley
’
s warm breath spread across her left breast. Emma
gently put her head back and let out a sigh. It was almost a relief to feel
Brantley like this. Her body bouncing  with the movements of his body. The
sound of their bodies coming together, Brantley
’
s
grunts and breaths, it was everything Emma had been waiting for. His hands dug
into her lower back and pulled as he thrust forward. Emma felt her hips buck at
him as he reached depths only Brantley could reach.

The small kitchen never seemed so
hot before.

Emma ended up with her hands on
Brantley
’
s shoulders as she
rocked her body with the rhythm of his. As she felt herself climaxing for a
second time, her eyes went wide and she looked at Brantley. He offered a sly
grin as though he knew right then that she wasn
’
t
used to going twice in a one night.
Or twice during on
e
round
of amazing sex.

Brantley then put a hand to Emma
’
s face, his thumb stroking her
cheek. They settled into a speed together, their eyes locked, foreheads
touching. His other hand started at her chest and worked its way down. He
rested his hand against her stomach. It sent an instant fear as Emma knew she
wasn
’
t the same as before.
But Brantley didn
’
t seem to
notice or care.

His lips grazed hers.
“
You
’
re more beautiful than ever.
”

Emma groaned and bit at Brantley
’
s lip.
“
Fuck
…
you
…”

Brantley kissed her, stealing her
words and thoughts.

All there was then was their
pleasure.

And a minute later, Brantley
’
s climax. He was almost
painfully deep inside Emma when he started to come. She felt the pulsing of his
body along with hearing his grunts as their lips continued to touch.

Slowly, softly, Brantley continued
to have Emma. He didn
’
t
just pull and run away. He was there, his hands touching, exploring, leaving
Emma on edge because she wasn
’
t
exactly sure how she felt about anything.

Brantley kissed just above her
breasts.
“
I meant it,
sexy
moves
. More beautiful than ever.
”

“
That
’
s a lie,
”
Emma said.
“
But
I appreciate it. All things considered
…”

Emma pushed at Brantley and she
slid off the counter. She felt her body still tingling, her legs wobbly for a
few seconds as she tried to gather up her clothes.

“
We
should eat something,
”
she
said.
“
I have beer and wine
if you want.
”

She stood in the kitchen then,
holding her clothes against her body.

Brantley grabbed her arm and pulled
her back to him. His hands slithered around her body and he held her.

“
I
can
’
t ever take it back,
”
Brantley said.
“
If I could, I would. I want you
to know that. I
’
ll tell you
that everyday for the rest of my life. Whatever I need to do for Seth, I
’
ll do it. As far as us
…
I want whatever you want. What
just happened between us, that means something to me.
”

Emma turned her head and looked up
at Brantley.

This was what she wanted. The
second she met Brantley, famous or not, she felt a connection. But she knew the
wildness in his eyes and she never wanted to hold him back.

Reaching up, she touched his face.
“
We
’
ll
talk, I promise. I
’
ll tell
you everything you want and need to know. We both did this, Brantley. That
’
s why I
’
m in pain but I get it. This all hurts. This all
sucks.
”

“
It
does. But I
’
m here now.
”

“
You
can
’
t just show up and,
what, live here?
”

“
I
told you I would,
”
Brantley
said.
“
I
’
ll grab an apartment and we
’
ll work on everything. Whatever
you think we need to do. I don
’
t
want Seth confused. If it hurts him, I
’
ll
deal with it. The band is less than an hour away from here. I travel by car,
train, plane, whatever.
”

Emma grinned.
“
And tomorrow? Any shows?
”

“
No,
”
Brantley said.
“
But I have some studio time I
could take advantage of. Want to join me? Maybe bring Seth? Let him see
something really cool?
”

“
A
bunch of rockstars in a studio?
”
Emma asked.
“
What kind of
mother am I?
”

“
To
be fair, you are naked in your kitchen with a rockstar,
”
Brantley said.

Emma blushed and wiggled away from
Brantley.

She walked forward and then looked
back, wanting to say something flirty. She wanted her chance to get the last
word in. But when she saw Brantley
’
s
well toned body and the fact that he had no shame as he kept his hands at his
sides, leaving everything to be seen, she had nothing to say.

Just like before
…
mesmerized
…
falling for him
instantly
…

(11)

Brantley flipped the pancake and
watched it do two spins. It slapped down on the griddle with a sizzle. He then
twirled the spatula in his hand and pointed it at Seth. The kid let out an awed
giggle and covered his mouth.

“
You
do one,
”
Brantley said.
“
Come here. I
’
ll grab a chair.
”

“
I
’
m not allowed to touch that.
”

“
Says
who?
”

“
Says
Mommy.
”

“
Well
…
Mommy is still sleeping. It
’
ll be our secret.
”

“
Really?
”

“
Yeah.
Come here, kid.
”

Brantley had woken up to some crazy
stuff in his life. Not just women either. He once woke up on the wrong tour bus
in the wrong city with the wrong band. He once woke up in a hotel room in
Florida with two flamingos in the room.

But waking up to find Seth standing
next to the couch, staring at him, that was different. Weird yet amazing.
Brantley got up and went right to work. Whatever the hell that meant. Seth
guided him through the kitchen to get a glass of milk, a banana, and what cartoons
to put on. Ten minutes after that, Seth wanted to know when he was getting
pancakes.

So pancakes it was.

Brantley had to read the side of
the pancake mix box to figure out what to do.

Setting up the chair at the
counter, Brantley had to smile at himself. Just hours ago he had Emma on the
counter
…

“
Here,
”
Brantley said. He gave Seth the
spatula.
“
Just slide that
under the pancake and lift it. Then flip it.
”

Seth stuck the spatula into the
pancake and twisted. It looked like a pancake crime scene within a second.

“
Not
bad,
”
Brantley said.

Seth smiled.
“
Cool.
”

“
Yeah,
man. Very cool.
”

Brantley flipped the other handful
of pancakes.
“
There. We
’
re almost ready to eat.
”

“
Why
haven
’
t I met you before?
”

“
What?
”

“
You
’
re Mommy
’
s friend. I haven
’
t
met you.
”

Brantley felt his heart drop.
“
Uh
…
well
…
I travel a lot,
buddy. I get to go across the world and play concerts.
”

“
Drums?
”

“
Yeah.
My drums. So I have been doing that. Uh
…
you know, your Mommy told me that you were in the hospital and I got worried.
You know? So I decided to get off the road and come here to help out.
”

“
I
’
ve been in the hospital a lot.
”

“
Yeah,
you have.
”

Seth stared at Brantley, figuring
him out.

“
I
wish I had more to say,
”
Brantley said.
“
But I don
’
t. The thing is
…
I mean
…
life
…
um
…”

Brantley had nothing.

“
What
is going on down here?
”
a
voice chimed in.

Emma stood in the archway to the
kitchen. Her hair messy but obviously cleaned up a little. Her face looked like
sleep and her PJ
’
s were
sexy as hell. Baggie pants and a tank that was killer tight in all the right
spots. She had a bra on, leaving Brantley to wonder if she put the bra on when
she woke up because he was there.

“
Pancakes,
”
Brantley said.

“
Oh?
”
Emma asked.

“
He
let me touch the tool and flip a pancake,
”
Seth blurted out.

“
Wow,
thanks for ratting me out,
”
Brantley said.

“
And
he said not to tell you,
”
Seth said to Emma.
“
He
wanted it to be a secret.
”

“
Wow
…”

Emma laughed.
“
That
’
s okay, Seth.
”
Emma walked into the kitchen and kissed Seth
’
s
head.
“
Good morning. How do
you feel?
”

Emma touched Seth
’
s forehead and he shook her
away.

“
I
’
m fine. Did you hear me? I
touched the tool, Mommy.
”

Brantley pointed to the massacred
pancake and grinned.
“
He
’
s a good helper.
”

There was a lingering moment
between Brantley and Emma. They wanted to kiss good morning but definitely didn
’
t want to confuse Seth.

“
Why
are you looking at each other like that?
”
Seth asked.

Brantley laughed.
“
Let
’
s eat some pancakes. Sound good?
”

After breakfast, Brantley and Emma
lingered at the table while Seth went off to fight crime in the living room.

“
Thanks
for that,
”
Emma said. She
reached across the table and touched Brantley
’
s
hand.

“
Last
night or this morning?
”
Brantley asked with a wink.

Emma blushed.
“
Maybe both. I don
’
t get many mornings to sleep in
a little.
”

“
It
’
s good. He woke me up. We were
hanging and then he started throwing some serious questions at me. Had me
rattled.
”

“
I
heard. I think we need to figure this out.
”

“
I
agree. I don
’
t know what to
say though. Or how to say it. I don
’
t
want him to get mad at you.
”

“
Me?
He won
’
t get mad at me. He
’
ll ask me a million questions.
”

“
That
’
s what I don
’
t want,
”
Brantley said.
“
More
stress on you or him. Dammit.
”

“
It
’
ll be okay. I, uh, haven
’
t really talked to you about
something yet.
”

“
Which
is?
”

Emma looked at Seth. Her eyes
turned glossy.

Brantley grabbed her hand and
squeezed.
“
Hey. What is it?
”

Emma rolled her eyes and tried to
hide her tears.
“
The reason
I called you. It
’
s not
about you being in his life, Brantley. I didn
’
t
intend for everything to happen like it did between us yesterday.
”

“
Oh.
Okay.
”

“
He
needs a blood transfusion. From you. He
’
s
got a rare blood type and I
’
m
assuming you have the same.
”

“
I
have no idea what my blood type is,
”
Brantley said.

“
Well,
it has to be you,
”
Emma
said.
“
You
’
re his father.
”

Brantley nodded.
“
Is this why you got so pissed
when I asked about me being his father?
”

“
Maybe.
”
Emma swallowed hard.
“
If it
’
s not you
…”

“
So
let me ask again, Emma,
”
Brantley said.
“
Without
emotion here. Without me being drunk. Without me sounding like a total ass. Do
you think there
’
s a chance
Seth isn
’
t mine?
”

“
Isn
’
t your what?
”
Seth called out. He came
running to the table, drumstick in his hand, waving it, making sounds.

Brantley looked at the kid.
“
Uh
…
is there a chance you
’
re
not my
…
friend.
”

“
What?
”

“
Well,
I mean, you know how ninjas are, right?
”
Brantley asked.
“
They keep
to themselves. I mean, I had fun making pancakes with you, kid. I
’
m kind of just wondering if we
’
re friends.
”

Seth stared at Brantley. He held
out the drumstick.
“
I
’
ll get back to you on that.
”

Seth turned and ran away.

Brantley laughed. He ran his hand
through his hair.

“
Probably
not the time or place,
”
Emma whispered.
“
He hears
everything and understands way too much.
”

Brantley mouthed
Holy shit
and then shook his head.

“
Let
me get you some more coffee,
”
he said.
“
I have to give
the guys a call and figure out our schedule. Are you going to come with me?
”

Emma got up and went to the
kitchen.

When they were alone and out of
sight, Brantley couldn
’
t
give a damn about coffee. He grabbed for Emma
’
s
waist and pulled her close.

“
Is
this wrong?
”
he whispered.

He kissed her.

“
Probably,
”
Emma said.

They kissed again.

“
I
’
m going to hang here,
”
she said.
“
I don
’
t want to take Seth anywhere just yet. Okay?
”

“
Yeah.
That
’
s fine. I
’
m going to go to the studio.
Meet up with our manager and talk to some record execs. You know, normal stuff
for me.
”

“
Insane,
”
Emma said.
“
What a life.
”

“
Yeah,
what a life,
”
Brantley
said.
“
Are you good here?
”

“
Seriously?
”

“
You
know what I mean,
”
Brantley
said.
“
I don
’
t want you to worry. Or think I
won
’
t be back. I mean, if I
’
m welcome back.
”

Emma touched Brantley
’
s chest.
“
Yeah, you can come back. I
’
m going to check on my father. Check in with
Cassie. I have a ton of emails to get through. Normal day for me.
”

“
I
’
ll be back and we
’
ll figure out whatever you need.
I mean, I
’
ll go to the
hospital right now, Emma. They can take anything from me. Blood. Organs.
Fingers. Toes.
”

“
I
think you better keep yourself together,
”
Emma said.
“
But thank you
for saying that. And for the record, to answer your question
…
no, there
’
s no chance that Seth isn
’
t yours. I wouldn
’
t do that to you. If there was
any chance, I would have said a long time ago. I wouldn
’
t have taken money
…”

“
Speaking
of that, what
’
s the deal
with your father
’
s bar?
”
Brantley asked.
“
Is he really going to lose it?
”

“
I
don
’
t know. I don
’
t know the finances
…”

“
But
it
’
s bad?
”

“
Yeah.
”

“
Why
didn
’
t you say something? I
could have given more, Emma.
”

“
I
didn
’
t want to seem like I
was using you.
”

Brantley touched Emma
’
s shoulders.
“
New rule. Use me,
sexy moves
.
Use me for everything you need and everything you want. You
’
ve done so much.
”

Emma nodded, eyes glossy.
“
Okay. Brantley
…
this is
…”

“
I
know it is,
”
he whispered.