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“Cameron will call you if she wants to talk, but I wouldn’t bet on it. If you haven’t figured it out yet, she’s a stubborn one.” “I’m well aware,” Alister bites back. “Then you’re aware she’s not in the business of second chances.” Alister crosses his arms. “Which will make it all the sweeter when she awards me one.” “Don’t hold your breath.” “Don’t fall for my girl.”
“Brady?” We’re running out of time. He swallows, and a small frown builds across my brow. “Trust me?” he whispers. “Always.”
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“Did I not tell you?” I pause. “I just got here, my girl is here, and you’re interrupting our night.” He glares, standing taller. “She’s not yours.” “Kind of feels like she is.”
“I’ll kiss her anytime I want…anywhere I want, if you feel me.” Brady smirks.
“Nah.” He grins, and it’s the infamous Brady Lancaster grin. Intentionally slow, hooked high on one side, showing just a hint of white teeth and maybe making the dimple on his left cheek pop. It’s full-on playboy, screaming baby, come get me.
“My number, my name.” He throws me a quick wink. “My heart on her sleeve.”
I whip around to find Brady sauntering in, his AU hoodie up, the drawstring hanging from the collar and tucked in his mouth. It shouldn’t be hot, but it kind of is. Like backward-hat hot.
“Don’t stop,”
he murmurs, biting again. Because it wasn’t my imagination at all.
“Br...
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I start to shake ...
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“Come, Cammie Baby. Come for me,”
he begs.
I come on command, body shaking and breath ragged as I tear free of his mouth, panting into the dark room as ...
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I let her go, taking a step back, gaze traveling over her, dripping wet and drowning in my hoodie. I clench my eyes closed, and I sense her coming closer. A soft hand finds mine, and my eyes snap open, connecting with hers. “Fuck it.” I take her face in my palms and crush my mouth to hers. And my fucking god, does she respond.
Brady is none of those things. He’s filthy mouthed and a relentless flirt. Inexperienced? Yeah right. The man’s tongue fucks like a god. With his hands and that voice. His body and his handsome fucking face. He is a walking, talking real-life sex toy. All the fantasies I never knew I had come to life.
Noah leans across her lap, having heard, his own dark brow raised in challenge. “I can be a gentleman and still do dirty, dirty things in private.”
“I think I want to do nasty, nasty things to you to show you what it means to me.” He grips my ass, hauling me up until I’m settling over his hard-on. “Well, go on, real girlfriend. Show me what you’ve got.” I do.
