Trust Me Always (Boys of Avix, #3)

by Meagan Brandy

“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 realized something in the last several months.” “That you’re a royal dickhead?” “That I’m pretty sure I’m falling in love with you.”

“You know what the worst part is, Big Guy?” “What’s that, Cammie Cam?” I press on his chest, looking up at him in misery. “I didn’t even get to come before Chase burst in.” Brady freezes, then explodes in laughter, and I can’t help but join in. “You and me both, Cammie Baby. You and me both.”

Suddenly his eyes fall, and if I didn’t know any better, I’d say they landed on my mouth.

“Brady?” We’re running out of time. He swallows, and a small frown builds across my brow. “Trust me?” he whispers. “Always.”

“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.

I’ve seen him in his boxers a good hundred times, not to mention he’s not one of those guys who wears underwear under swim trunks.

Shiiiii

The chilly ocean water never played as the witch, casting any disappearing spells. No, his wand was forever present, not that I would sit and stare, but girls notice these things. But I haven’t actually seen the size of the stalk—only the outline of the bean before it’s watered.

“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.”

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…

How will she look at me when she finds out I’m so far from what she thinks I am? When she finds out that the infamous playboy she’s known all her life is pretty much a preacher’s son? A virgin at twenty years old. By choice, obviously, but what does that matter?

“Trust me?” I whisper. His grin is slow, and then he’s sliding inside me. “Always,” he promises,