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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.”
I shove him against the wall, silencing him when I crash my lips to his.
“Brady?” We’re running out of time.
He swallows, and a small frown builds across my brow. “Trust me?” he whispers. “Always.” I get no warning. No explanation. No period to process. The unthinkable, the utterly unexpected happens, and it happens fast. Heavy, demanding lips drop to mine, and they waste not a second, coaxing them open with a swift flick of the tongue.
“What’s going on is you interrupted us.” Brady glares, his hands still sealed on my sides. “Now if you don’t mind”—good God
almighty, I kissed Brady Lancaster—“I’d like to get back to kissing my girlfriend.” I can’t believe that just— Wait. What?
“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.”
“Hey, Brady,” she whispers, her head falling to my chest when the song ends. “Yeah?” “Thanks for rescuing me again tonight.” “Always, Cammie Baby. Always.”
“I’ll kiss her anytime I want…anywhere I want, if you feel me.” Brady smirks.
“Sorry, boys,” she teases, meeting my gaze over her shoulder with a grin. “But I belong to someone else.” I smirk from her to them. “She belongs to me.”
If I hadn’t fucked things up, then she would not be pretending to date some other guy just to keep me at arm’s length. Because that’s what she’s doing.
“Meh, I think you might like to be harassed by me.” I just might… Wait, what?
I want to kiss her, pull her close, and be the reason for a whole different sort of flush to her skin. I want to thank her for choosing me, promise her things and deliver on them, because that’s my job as her man. ’Cause, fuck me, I think that’s what I am. Hers. And she’s mine. If only for a little while…
which seems so fitting for the love machine that is my boyfriend. I mean friend.
“I take it this is the girl…” “Yes, Coach.” Brady looks my way, a gleam in his eyes that has mine narrowing. He winks and turns back. “Wanna ask her about my endurance?”
“Thank you.” “For what?” “For being all the things I know you to be and more.”
My team won our game tonight. So why does it feel like I lost?
“Fuck it.”
“Can I touch you, baby?”
“Night, baby.” Baby. Not Cammie Baby or baby girl. No Hellcat or Cammie Girl. Just…baby.
“Come on, man, just say it.” He digs into a bag of chips. “Say what?” “That you like her.” “I love her.” Their eyes grow wide.
