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“Touch your clit, now.” I reach between my soaked thighs, bringing my fingers to my swollen clit and move my fingers in tight circles, and it's all I need.

“Do you want my cum baby girl. Did you want me to make you mine?”

“Yesss. I want it.” I hiss out as the pressure between my legs builds, because all I want right now is to be his.

A deep groan comes from him, the sound pushing me over the edge, and I cry out as I glance over my shoulder and watch, open mouthed, as he releases onto my lower back, as if he is leaving his mark, claiming me as his. Hot ropes of cum decorate me and trickles between my ass cheeks and it’s the hottest thing I have experienced.

He releases my hands and my body stumbles forward but he steadies me, clutching me by the waist, pulling me into his body, my sticky back to his bare chest and when his hand wraps around my neck, squeezing it and guiding me so I’m now facedso he can crash his lips down on mine I melt into him. He nuzzles his nose into my wet hair, and I close my eyes as he maneuvers us toward the running water.

I welcome the hot jets as it beats down on my damp skin and his mouth moves closer to my ear.

“I don’t know how I’m going to let you go.” It’s barely a whisper and I almost miss it but I hear it, every word of it, and sadness washes over me as I realize, not only do I not want him to let me go, but I don’t want to let go of him.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Brad

My eyes are met with the California sunrise. We must have forgotten to close the drapes last night. After our shower, Gabriella and I collapsed into bed, and I slept better than I have in a while; I know it’s down to having her beside me. I have grown far too comfortable having her around, and I’m starting to think I want things to be different with her. I don’t think I can go back to just being her friend. The idea of her doing what we did last night with another man fills me with a rage that could cause me to do something that would land me behind bars right beside my dad and brother. I haven’t thought about them since I found out Gabriella’s dad was the judge involved in the case. I’ve spent most of my adult life blocking them out and what they did, what I did, or rather didn’t do. So I’ll block this out too. It doesn’t change anything, they deserved to be where they are. Should Ibe there? Maybe, but I fought to get where I am today, to leave that life behind. A life that was controlled by threats, violence and drugs. Every day felt like living on borrowed time. It wasn’t a matter of if we would get caught by the cops, it was just a matter of when.

I roll on my side and concern fills my chest when Gabriella’s side of the bed is empty. I get up and go in search of her, forgoing my morning workout if I have to. I just need to find her. Relief floods me when I see her practicing Pilates out on the patio in front of the sunrise. I lean against the glass doors with my forearm and watch as she moves into a handstand and parts her legs, then places them down so her butt is in the air, the tightness of her yoga shorts showcases the curves of her ass and it awakens my dick. I tiptoe out and creep up behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist as she’s bent over stretching. Her initial screams turn into girlish giggles as I place her down on her feet and turn her to face me.

“You scared me,” she yells, tapping my chest playfully.

“Well, you scared me when I woke and you weren’t there.” My confession seems to startle us both and her eyes soften as her hands come up to cup my face.

“I’m sorry. I’d never leave without telling you. I just wanted to catch the sunrise and get my morning workout in.” She releases my face and steps away and points to the view.

“That’s the Hollywood sign just over there right? I’ve always wanted to see it up close.”

“Let’s go then,” I say without giving it any more thought. “Let’s hike up Mount Lee and go see the sign.”

“Really, you aren’t too busy? Don’t you have meetings?” There’s a hopeful tone to her voice.

“Not till this afternoon, but even if I was, I’d rearrange for you.”

She chews on the inside of her cheek, stifling a grin. “You know, for someone who doesn’t do the boyfriend thing, you sure are very swoony when you want to be.”

“I know. I think I’m spending too much time with Jack. He’s clearly rubbing off on me.”

“Clearly, and we wouldn’t want that now, would we?”

‘No, we wouldn’t, but focus on the ‘when I want to be’, baby girl. I don’t act like this for just anyone.” A beat passes between us, and I think about pulling her close and kissing her, telling her I want her, and that the idea of her being with someone else breaks me in two. But then I remember all the things she wants. The commitment to a life of 2.4 kids, the house, the happily ever after and I fear me and my fucked up past will seep out and ruin her. She deserves more.

To my surprise, Gabriella kept up with me throughout the hike. She wore a baseball cap and her hair in a braid and deep red shorts and crop set and I spent the entire hike up the hill staring at her ass with a stiff dick like a horny teenager.

“This view is insane,” she says, looking out over LA, the breeze whipping around the loose strands that have fallen free from her braid.

“It sure is,” I agree, my focus on her. We have to leave LA tomorrow, and I don’t want to go back to reality and everything that awaits us in New York. I just want to stay with her in this bubble.

“We better head back. I have my meeting, and I’ve arranged something for you to do.”

“Oh, my god, if it’s a full body massage, I’ll love you forever. My back is aching today,” she says, placing her hands on her lower back.

“You’ll have to wait and see,” I say. My stomach does a weird, fluttery thing at her use of the word love.

“We need a photo before we go,” she says, pulling her phone from the little bag strapped around her waist. She takes a selfie with the hills and the sign behind her.

“Come here,” she calls, waving me over.