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Me and my girl. Because that’s what she is. Mine. And I want to show her what that means.
“Brady, you’ve slept with some of them.” “I’ve slept with none of them.” Her brows snap together, the air in the room shifting. She’s getting upset and rightfully so. “You’re—” “A virgin.” If there were a picture of shock, it would be Cameron’s face in the frame.
Virgin. Six letters. Two syllables. Defined as a person who is innocent, naive, or inexperienced. 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.
Being near him—hell, thinking about him—is like being barricaded in a whirlpool of want, forever on the cusp of drowning, but the invisible safety vest his presence emits keeps your head hovering above water. I’m not just talking want that stems from lust—that’s just a given at this point—but deeper desires. Scary ones. The kind that reset your soul with someone else inside it.
It’s tender. It’s sweet. It’s loving. It’s my Brady. “I think I’m in love with you,” I whisper.
“That’s good, baby, because I know now I’ve been in love with you for a lot longer than I even realized.”
“It’s you, Hellcat. The girl, the woman, I can trust with everything I am today and the man I hope to become.”
“You know what that means?” “What?” His forehead meets mine. “I get to keep you.”
“Bitch, I’m not embarrassed about peeing while I was sleeping when I was three.” I smirk, settling in Brady’s arms more. “Besides, clearly young me was smart, marking her territory and all.”
“You asked me what I wished for the other night, and the answer is this. For years, every wish I’ve ever made was that there was someone out there made just for me who understood—who understands.” He smiles softly. “That’s you.”
“Trust me?” I whisper. His grin is slow, and then he’s sliding inside me. “Always,” he promises, pushing the rest of the way in in one long thrust.
Fuck. My boyfriend is basically a natural-born porn star. Yay me.
