Break Me (Brayshaw, #5)

by Meagan Brandy

I swallow. “Your cocks are on.” He smirks. “Socks!” I shout. Oh my god, what is wrong with me?! “Your socks. They’re on.”

I like her face like this, clear and smooth. Nothing but her. I kinda like her. Wait, no. Not like her like her, but I like her. I mean, she’s what I like. Wait! No. I mean she’s cool, as in not annoying. She’s a pain in my ass but not the kind I want to run over with my 22’s. The kind I want to do naughty ass things to. WHOA.

“I want to be the guy a girl closes her eyes at night and sees. The one she wakes thinking about ‘cause she wants to fuck me or fuck with me, fight with me. And not because she wants to gain something or prove something, but because I’m all that she can see and she feels blind without me, even if she wishes she didn’t sometimes. I want to be her light and dark and, yeah, sometimes her fucking nightmare. A fucking king in her eyes and she’d be all those things right back, the queen in mine. Of mine.”

All at once, the boys come out of their state of shock, each shouting the same exact thing at the same exact moment. “Holy shit! The fuckin’ baby!” And then Maddoc passes out.