Endurance (Harris Brothers, #2)

by Amy Daws

Indie Porter becoming a permanent fixture in my brother’s life pretty much puts a NO ENTRY sign on Belle Ryan’s sausage warmer.

“Belle Ryan, will you pretty, pretty please, with sugar and cherries on your tits, help me out right now and fucking drive?”

“Stop looking at my tits and you’ll be a hell of a lot safer.” “Says the woman who was eyeing my tube steak like she hadn’t eaten in days.”

My brows lift as I look down to see I’m sporting a full stiffy beneath my joggers. “Sorry about that. Guess he’s a morning person.”

“I’d like to punch you, but your bloody face looks like an angel and I’m afraid it would secure my seat in hell.”

“How did you get that all said in one breath?” I’m panting with fear. “Because, I’m Jesus,” she states, her face revealing nothing but icy, dark, dangerous promise. I swallow hard and give my balls a touch again. Thank fuck they are still there. “Well, Messiah, I promise I won’t let you down.”

She’s a witch. A temptress. She’s got me completely under her chocolatey, crazy chick spell and I’m entranced.

I squint down at his groin. “Oh fuck, Cam! Your vagina is showing!”

Their vaginas are directly wired to their hearts. My dick is directly wired to my dick, like an infinity sign with a constant revolving movement.

“The things I could do to your body are endless, Belle Ryan. You’re fucking perfect and you know it. You’re the kind of woman blokes marry, not fuck and leave!”

She angers me so much. She’s so loud and so brash and so fucking pushy! I’m desperate to fuck this out with her.

“Fuck me,” I curse and bury my face in her chest that’s currently eye level. “Fuck me, I’ve died and gone to tit heaven.”

seeing what Dr. Miller does, how she saves a baby when it’s still inside of its mother…It feels almost as if you’re taking an angel from heaven and demanding that God give them their own life first.”

“There’s always sunshine above the chaos, ladies. Celebrate it.”

“Are you trying to leave me, lass?” he slurs into my ear. I frown and my head bobbles. “How could I leave you, Jesus? You’re God’s son…You’re everywhere.”

Tanner’s tone is warning when he says, “Belle, your crazy is showing.” “That’s because I want it to,” I whisper and wink.

“If you’re going for accidental anal, I’m going to throat punch you.” Belle’s morning voice is deep and throaty.

“Bloody hell, I’ve just woken up to you moaning on and on about how spooning feeds your soul. What more could you possibly ask of life?” “I need you to feed the beast.” I nibble her ear and add, “The beast is my cock.”

“You’re not at all what I expected, Belle Ryan.” She shoots me a sneaky smirk. “The crazy ones are always the most surprising.”

“There’s a lot I want to do and say, but first we need to get one thing straight.” His steely eyes bore into me. “You are mine, Belle. In whatever fucked up way we’re doing this right now, you are mine.”

“I act like a maniac for you. We have issues, but past all of them is the fact that I want you and you want me.”

His breath trembles when he adds, “Just tell me you want me.” I sniff, unable to find my words with his aching eyes on me. He moves his mouth to my ear and whispers, “That’s all you have to do.” He breathes in deeply. “Because I’m already yours.”

“No more fake dating. No more bullshit. You’re mine. I’m yours. We walk back in there and we act like it. But this time, it’s not an act.”

‘When you don’t know what to do, sit still.’”

But once you have someone that you don’t want to let go, it makes you wish you never would have taken hold of anyone else.

“Don’t do this, Belle. Don’t start pulling away,” he begs, cupping my face in his hands. “I adore the ground you walk on. You have to see that!”

the reward of the climb surpasses the risk of the fall. And it always will.

“So your crazy is showing. Who gives a fuck!” I bark, grabbing the crook of her arm to twist her until she has to look into my eyes. “It’s not scaring me off, Belle. Don’t you see? It’s pulling me in. It’s wrapping it’s way around me and binding me to you in a way that makes me want to protect you…indefinitely.”

“First, and most important, is how they make you feel about yourself. Are they good to you? Do they accept you for your flaws? See the best in you? The second is how they feel about themselves. Do they take pride in what they do? Do they strive to become more? Do they love themselves? And the third tier is…” She pauses and pushes her glasses up on her nose. Then she pins me to the chaise lounge with her eyes, showing me she’s one hundred percent serious. “Do you inspire each other?”

“Woman!” I exclaim, grabbing her face in my hands and staring so deeply into her eyes I swear I can feel her soul touch mine. “You’re my kind of crazy, and I am crazy in love with you!”

“I don’t care what you came from or who you didn’t have to lean on. Lean on me. Love me. Because I fucking love you, Belle. Your free spirit is what draws me to you. Your soul matches mine.”

“I don’t just want to love you, Belle. I want to marry you.”

“When you don’t know what to do, you should sit still. I know exactly what I want to do…I want to marry you. Soon. I don’t want to wait. I want to embrace our fucking crazy and do what feels right. Love is an action. You either jump or fall. Jump with me, Belle. Marry me.”

“Are you awake?” I ask, already knowing the answer. “No,” he croaks. “My penis is just cold and seeking the warm blanket of your vagina.”

“Tanner, how is it possible that we went through a huge list of life goals and agreed on everything. That is not possible.” His face crumples in horror. “No…it’s not. And to be honest, it’s creeping me out.” “Me, too.” “Quick, pick a fight with me about something,” he says hurriedly. “What do you mean?” I ask, totally confused. “This isn’t normal. I want to make sure we’re still us. Do that thing you do where you pick a fight with me about nothing.”

“I’m scared of Indie. She’s small, but she has that ginger blood in her and that shit is unpredictable.”

“Dad, I love her. It was like…it felt like…” I stammer. “Like…marry her or quit breathing, and I chose to marry her. Football wasn’t even a factor.”

It’s that same dangerous one she gets when she’s getting ready to go down on me. Where I can’t quite tell if she’s going to suck me like a champion or bite it off and dance on my grave.

“It’s for a great cause!” I roar. “Now let’s go out there, bro up, cup our nutty buddies, and do this!”