Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 35961 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35961 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
Rock music blasts from the townhouse Reid and Brayden have been working on freshening up. I find Brayden aggressively sanding a patched wall. White dust dances around him, clinging to his brown hair. He’s wearing only a sleeveless undershirt and basketball shorts. Though he’s lean and not a “beefcake,” I think he’s entirely too good looking. My mouth waters just watching him sand a freaking wall.
I walk over to the Bluetooth speaker and turn it off.
He whirls around, face pinched angrily but softens when he sweeps his gaze over my outfit.
Smart choice, girl.
Now that you’ve distracted him with something pretty, get on with your speech.
“You never cease to amaze me,” I say as I saunter over to him. “Most men don’t learn so quickly from their mistakes. You practically become perfect.”
His eyebrow arches in faint amusement. I’m grateful when I step close to him, he doesn’t back away. Instead, he leans closer, head angling down at me.
“That was a messy situation, and it needed diffusing,” I say, running my palm up his chest over his shirt. “You handled it well.”
“I didn’t like him speaking to you that way,” he growls, teeth grinding together. “Honestly, I seriously wanted to punch him, but we both know he can beat my ass.”
We both chuckle.
We’re getting somewhere.
“The fact that you came to my aid was sweet and admirable. Thank you.” I reach up and stroke my fingers into his dusty hair. “And when I asked for privacy to speak to him, you didn’t act jealous or refuse to. You gave me the space I needed. Very mature for a man with zero dating experience. I trained you well.”
He gives me an adorable, dopey smile at my teasing. I’m too distracted by how cute he is and end up pulling him to my lips for a kiss. The kiss turns filthy quick. It’s as if we spent weeks apart rather than an hour or two.
He manhandles me into the bathroom and pushes me over the sink. The heat flaming in his eyes tells me he has a fantasy he’s looking forward to giving in to. I’m game for wherever this goes.
“We never finished our talk,” I say as he roughly yanks my skirt up over my ass.
He grunts and jerks my panties down my thighs to my knees. “How did your conversation go with him?”
“Fine.” I bite on my lip as he pushes his cock against my pussy.
Brayden pushes all the way into me as he pulls on my hair. It’s painful on both ends, but seeing the animalistic expression on his face as he fucks into me is worth it. He’s claiming me and I love it.
“This ass is so fucking beautiful,” he rasps out, looking down between us. “So perfect.”
Because he’s so hot all feral like this, I’m aroused which has him easily slipping in and out of me. Each thrust is bruising but sends zings of pleasure through me.
“Mine, mine, mine,” he chants with each thrust. “Say it, babe.”
“I’m yours,” I choke out, legs shaking with need.
“That’s my girl.”
He fucks me hard and fast. And then, to my utter surprise, when he comes, he doesn’t pull out. Our eyes meet in the mirror, his daring mine to argue. My heart twists happily at the promises he makes with one penetrating stare.
You’re mine.
Always.
No matter what.
His thrusting slows now that he’s climaxed, and he speaks again. “What did he want anyway?”
“To talk about getting back together.”
He frowns. “What the—”
“Bray, kiddo, where are you?”
“Shit, my dad’s here.”
So much for that conversation.
He pulls out, yanks up his pants, and escapes out of the bathroom all within three seconds. I’m left still bent over, cum running down my thighs, wondering if I’ve just lost my mind to be okay with this.
My smile reflecting in the mirror says I’m stupidly falling hard for Brayden, and I don’t care if that makes me crazy.
Brayden
To get back together.
Get. Back. Together.
My dad is talking to me, clearly stressing the fuck out, but I can’t shake away Casey’s words. Obviously, she said no because she came to me, and we just fucked in Gordon’s bathroom.
Right?
She chose me.
“Are you even listening right now?”
I rub at my temple, forcing myself to give Dad my full attention. “What about renting this unit out?”
He studies me for a beat, eyes narrowed as he attempts to figure out what’s going on in my head. Maybe he can explain it to the both of us because I sure as hell can’t make sense of it.
“We need the income renting this unit out. I can’t afford to take a financial hit like that,” Dad explains as he checks his phone and then groans. “Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.”
Concern chases away my own problems. “Why can’t we rent this one out? It’s almost fixed up and ready. It’ll definitely be ready by the first. Am I missing something?”