He sighs – a long, drawn-out, finished-with-this-conversation sigh. “She’s gone. I can’t call her.”
With abandon, I continue to push, thinking it will help if he just hashes it out with her. “You should try, Brady.”
“Fuck, Tori. I wish I could, but I can’t, okay? Let it go!”
Because I’m being ridiculous, I give him one more nudge. “Will you at least think about it?”
“Every. Damn. Day,” he spells out. “Every day I think about telling her how sorry I am, but I can’t fucking do it!”
Without another word, he stands and helps me up. When I step out of the tub, I nearly slip on the wet tile, but Brady rescues me before I fall. His hand around my wrist, he guides me back to the bedroom.
“Lie down, Tori.” His voice is commanding, his eyes dark and stormy, and I do exactly as he says. Brady spends the next couple of hours showing me I’m the one he wants to be with. Showing me that he owns me. All of me.
As my eyes open the next morning, I smile, looking over at the soft white tissue next to me. I reach over and pick it up. Best night of my life! XO, B. I clutch his note to my chest and smile so big my cheeks hurt.
I glance around the room, not finding him, and then I hear the shower. My gaze lands on a small table full of food. My stomach rumbles in response, reminding me that we never got around to dinner last night. I stand and wrap the sheet around me, blushing as I remember our night together, Brady’s touch and the countless orgasms. I walk to the table and sit down. Brady’s already made me a cup of coffee. If he weren’t in the shower, I’d kiss him.
The door to the bathroom opens, and Brady walks out, bare-ass naked. He’s obviously confident with his body. When he sees me, he smiles lovingly and sits down at the table across from me. As I pick up a strawberry, Brady reaches for it and takes it from my hand. He sets it on a plate and tugs on the sheet I’m wearing.
Bedroom eyes sweep over me, and he flashes a sexy smile. “You only get to eat if you’re naked.”
My hands instinctively grip the top of the sheet. It’s one thing to be naked in dim light with sex as a distraction, but the idea of sitting at breakfast in a brightly lit room totally exposed kind of freaks me out. “I like my sheet.” I smile modestly.
His playful smile widens, and he pulls on the sheet again. “I like it, too. With you on top of it.” Standing, he saunters toward me and slides in behind me. He cups my shoulders and kisses my neck. His hands slide forward, and his fingers dip under the sheet. “You have a beautiful body, Sunshine. Never cover it up around me.”
My nerves flutter away with his words, and I let him remove the sheet. He returns to his seat, still smiling.
“Better.” He grins and picks up the strawberry, holding it to my lips. I bite into it. Looks like we’re skipping breakfast.
Brady
When Tori and I arrive at my house, I’m relieved to see that there are no cars. I’m not ready to speak to my parents yet. I want to enjoy Tori as long as possible before I do. My mother is going to do everything in her power to stop me from telling Tori our family secrets, including making things difficult for her. But, I won’t let that stop me. Tori deserves to know everything if she’s going to be mine. And she is mine.
I face Tori, and put my hand on the headrest behind her. She has her hand on the door handle and is just about to open it.
“Tori, wait.” She turns to look at me. I notice the hint of a rash on her cheek from my stubble. I like seeing my mark on her. She smiles and raises her eyebrows, silently asking, What? “You’ll tell Harrison today.” It’s more of an order than a question, and the possessive asshole I am shines through as the words leave my mouth.
Her gaze slides back and forth. “I will. We’re supposed to go to a party at the beach for some friend of Tug’s. Liv and Tyler are going. I’ll talk to him then.”
I lift my eyebrow, because I don’t like her answer. “You need to talk to him before then.” My voice is gruff, and she frowns.
“He’s at work. I can’t tell him while he’s there. It’s not right.” Her eyes are down, looking at her lap.
She’s too nice, but she’s sweet, so I let her off easy. “I understand. But the second you have a chance, tell him. I mean it. I don’t want him touching you.”
She turns to me. Her eyes squint, her mouth purses, and she cocks her head. She’s trying to give me a dirty look and she’s successful, just not in the way she expected. It’s a sexy look that makes me want to do dirty things to her. “I will – jeez, bossy. By the way, since you and I are a secret, what exactly should I tell him?” she smirks.
I shrug. Truthfully, I don’t give two cents what she tells Harrison as long as he knows she’s not with him. “Without giving him a name, tell him the truth.”
Her eyes pull sideways, and she puts a finger on her pouty pink lips. She giggles. “The truth…hmm…tell him I met a hot guy who makes fire explode between my legs and makes me come so hard I see stars.”
I can’t believe she just said that. And the way she said it, all raspy and oozing sexiness. Maybe I have corrupted her. “Keep teasing me like that, and I’m going to carry you into the house and fuck you over the back of the couch.” I grin, a “fucking dare me” grin.
She fucking dares me. “Promises, promises.” The words leave her lips in a singsong, the same raspy, hot voice as before. Her blue eyes lock on mine as she grins proudly.
Oh…she thinks she’s cute. And she is, but I’ll have the last word. I hop out of my truck, then rush to her side and open the door. I yank her from the truck by her hand and pull her toward the house.
She squeals. “Brady, what are you doing?”