Did you see this? MJ Fields released the second standalone in her STEEL CREW SERIES!! Each book in this series can be read with Kindle Unlimited, and today we have an EXCERPT from Katy and Brand’s book! And you guys, read this excerpt. It gave me belly flutters. OMG!!! Brand sounds so yummy and so swoony and I am totally intrigued! Gah!
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Knowing he’s near, I can’t seem to get to sleep. Makes me feel pathetic, like some lovesick fangirl. I’ll admit to no one else but myself that I am the OG fan girl of one Brandon Falcon. I will further admit that he does his best to drop little breadcrumbs laced with bad intentions behind him for me to follow whenever he’s around. Breadcrumbs that I gobble up like a starved carb addict coming off two months of Keto.
I throw my legs over my bed and stand up on the hardwood floor. Then I quietly make my way across the floor, hoping not to wake Truth, Brisa, or Tris to use the bathroom.
After a nice, hot shower, which usually helps make me sleepy, I brush my teeth then decide to head to the kitchen in hopes of finding some lavender tea.
Dressed in a sleep tee and shorts, I tiptoe my way out the door, down the hall, passing the boys’ room and several others that are empty, waiting for the rest of the extended family and friends to arrive over the next couple days, and then down the staircase.
Once in the kitchen, I open cupboard after cupboard, looking for the tea. When I can’t find it, I eye a bottle of red wine and decide screw it.
Glass in hand, I make my way out to the patio overlooking the pool. After setting my glass of wine down on the small table beside the double chaise, I flop down and look up at the sky.
“Not a cloud up there tonight. Mother Nature’s putting on a show, isn’t she?”
Startled, I jump, clasping my hand over my chest, and he chuckles.
“What the hell are you doing out here?” I gasp.
He steps out of the dark corner, sets his guitar down, and takes a drink from the beer in his hand as he walks over and flops down beside me. “Same as you I suppose.” He rolls to his side, props his head on his hand, and looks down at me.
I’ve imagined this a million times—Brand Falcon lying next to me, looking at me the way he is now—but never once in those imagined times did I feel like I couldn’t breathe.
He slowly pokes me in the side, and a held breath rushes out of me. He smirks. Fucker.
“You certainly are grown now, Katherine Steel,” he says as he looks me over slowly. “Mother Nature puts on an altogether different show whenever you’re around.”
I manage to squeak out, “Brand—”
“Katy, not Kiki. Katy,” he interrupts me, still slowly looking me over. Then his eyes meet mine. “You’re beautiful.”
I close my eyes and chant in my head, Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God.
When I feel his body move, and that heat that came with it leaves, I open my eyes and find his eyes still on mine as he licks his lips and stands.
I sit up. “Where are you—”
“Been drinking all day, Katy.” He smiles when he says my name, like he likes the sound and the way it plays in his mouth. “I’m not doing this with you when I’ve been drinking.”
“Then when?” As soon as the words come out, I wish like hell I could Hoover them back in.
He smiles, but this time it’s not conceited; it’s genuine … I think.
“Soon, Katy, real soon.” He runs his hand through his hair as he turns to walk inside.
“I may change my mind,” I say in a loud, needy whisper.
Again, why, why, why do I open my mouth when he’s around?
I quickly reach for my glass of wine, hoping to guzzle it and praying it will knock me out completely. I close my eyes and start to take a huge drink when the cup leaves my hand.
I open my eyes as he takes my hand and pulls me up while setting the cup on the table beside us.
“Been drinking all day, Katy.” He releases my hand.
“You’ve mentioned that twice now. So what?”
With one of his hands, he takes the side of my face and tilts my head back, forcing me to look up at him. “I’m gonna kiss you.”
“Are you asking permission or—”
He moves his hand to the back of my head, where he grips my hair and tugs it back. Then he licks his full lips before pressing them against mine.
Neither of us close our eyes.
He slides his lips across mine, applying barely any pressure. A groan vibrates from deep inside of him before he runs his tongue along the seam of my lips, and I open for him.
I feel his hand leave my hair and slide down the back of my neck. He then spreads his hand out and traces my jawline with his thumb. His other hand is now on the small of my back, pulling me closer.
My mouth is watering. My legs are trembling. My body’s core is on fire. I want him to kiss me more than I have ever wanted anything in my life, and he’s doing nothing but licking me slowly, tormenting me.
I see what he’s doing.
He’s playing a game.
God, how could I be so stupid?
I start to step back, but his grip tightens.
“I’m all set.” My voice quivers, making me sound completely opposite of how I intended.
Not strong, weak.
So damn weak.
His voice is deep and husky when he asks, “You sure about that?”
I put my hands on his hips and nod.
“Then don’t you dare kiss me back.”
He moves in slow. Too fucking slow.
I pull him closer and instead of waiting, I kiss him.
The sound that escapes him when our lips meet comes from deep inside of him, giving me the courage it takes to continue kissing. When he pulls me even closer and presses his tongue against mine, pushing it completely out of the way, my knees buckle. If he were to let go, I might fall.
He doesn’t let go.
His kiss intensifies. Hands in my hair, his tongue caressing mine, his other hand holding me securely against him.
I can’t breathe, but I’m convinced his kisses are oxygen.
His kiss, his taste, his scent, his touch … him. He has my senses scattered. I feel every ounce of control I thought I had is gone.
He pulls his mouth from mine, and I grab his face.
“Don’t stop,” I plead.
“Katy …” he whispers and, for the first time, closes his eyes.
“Please,” I seemingly pray, head bowed until it touches his chest.
He scoops me up, and I grab his hair.
Christ, it’s soft, so soft and thick.
He crashes his mouth against mine again, licking deeper, harder, and controlling, so much different than moments ago.
When I feel my back hit the chaise, he rips his mouth from mine with a growl and steps back.
“Tomorrow. After dark. Down on the beach.”
And then, he is gone.