Irreparably Broken (Irreparable 1)

She peers up at me, her eyes soft. “Okay.”

“That’s it?” I ask. “I was expecting you to yell or punch me.”

She gives me a wry smile. “That’s it, Brady. I have no intention of playing games with you. If you have something to say, just say it. If you don’t want to tell me, fine, but don’t tell me who I can date unless you have a valid reason.”

“Fair enough.” I don’t want her dating Harrison, but I can’t tell her why. He’s not a bad guy, but he’s only dating her to get to me, and that irks me. I sit next to her on the couch, glancing between her and the book on the table. I smile wickedly. She knows exactly what my mischievous mind is cooking up, and she reaches for the book. Before she gets it, I snatch it up and start flipping through the pages.

“What are you reading here, Tori?” I ask, but I know exactly what kind of book she’s reading.

“Nothing you’d enjoy. Give it back, Brady.” Her faltering voice piques my curiosity.

“No, no, no, I’ve got to check this out.” My eyes search the pages for something interesting.

“Fine! Suit yourself, but I assure you, you’ll find it very boring.” She puts her feet on the coffee table and crosses her legs.

As I read the words on the page in front of me, my dick moves in my pants. Holy shit! “She wraps her tiny fingers around my thick shaft, drawing me into her mouth until I feel the back of her throat,” I read out loud, blushing and then slam the book shut. I toss the book on the table, and look at her with a giant grin. “Jesus, Tori. You’re a dirty little birdy.”

She growls at me and rolls her eyes. “It’s just a book, Brady,” she says with a hint of irritation in her voice. She swipes the book off the table and holds it against her chest.

Even though I’m slightly embarrassed by what I've just read, teasing her about it is going to be fun. I lift my eyebrows suggestively. “It’s just chick porn.”

She smiles, like she’s busted, and then replies angrily. “It absolutely is not.”

Since she’s blushing, I decide she’s not mad and I have the okay to continue ribbing her. “You might as well pick up a dirty mag. It’s the same thing.”

She narrows her eyes and leans forward. “I beg to differ. Dirty mags are for horny men.”

“And romance books are for horny chicks,” I reply impetuously.

She chucks the book at me.

I lift my arm in time to deflect it and it falls to the floor. She starts to reach for it, but I pick it up and set it on the table. “Look, just because there aren’t any pictures and you use your imagination doesn’t mean it’s not porn.”

She rolls her eyes, laughing. “It’s not porn, Brady Hunter. There’s so much more to them than just steamy erotic sex. Some of the stories are powerful, and I love reading them.”

I turn my head, pleased by how much I’ve riled her. I’m a freakin’ guy. Who cares about the storyline? Some of my buddies have told me about the naughty books their girlfriends read, but I honestly was not prepared. I come up with a splendid and potentially dangerous idea. “I think you need a good porn name. Can I call you Sunshine?”

Uh-oh! Now she’s pissed.

“Not if you want to keep your balls attached to your body.”

Her plump bottom lip sticks out, begging me to suck on it. Bad idea, Brady. “‘Sunshine’ it is.”

She shoves me in the arm. “You’re impossible, Brady.”

“And you’re beautiful when you blush,” I say impulsively.

Her lashes flutter, and I hear the air leave her lungs. Her cheeks are the softest pink, glowing, and she holds her chest with her hand. “You think I’m beautiful, Brady?”

Her question is sincere. She doesn’t understand what she means to me. I haven’t told her, but I’ve tried my damnedest to show her.

I pinch of lock of her hair in my fingers and then let if fall. “The most beautiful girl I’ve ever known.” Her smile broadens, and I melt into the sofa a little. “It’s not just your looks, though. You have a beautiful heart, too, Sunshine.” There’s a shift in the air, and I’m afraid the moment may get too intimate, even physical. It can’t happen. I quickly steer the conversation in another direction. “Hey, I’m heading down to T.J. on Friday. Do you want to go? The kids would love to see you. Rodrigo says Camilia keeps asking about you.”

Her eyes look at her lap, and I expect her to politely refuse. “Yes, of course I’d love to go with you, Brady.”

“Good, we’ll leave around noon.” I leave her on the couch and climb the stairs two at a time with a giant smile on my face. Sunshine. Thanks to Liv, I know she has a date with Harrison on Friday. Evidently she’s going to cancel. I’m a bit of an asshole for asking, but I’m fucking thrilled she said yes.

“Sounds great, Brady,” She calls up after me.