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CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

Brady

Pretending.

That’s what she said.

Too bad nothing about the way her little nails are digging into my pecs or the greedy glide of her lips across my skin is pretend.

Thank fuck for that, but I am a more than willing participant in this little game of ours.

I drive my fingers into her wet hair, giving it a good pull until she’s gasping in my mouth, her lips curving against my throat. “And who are we tonight, Hellcat?”

“Not strangers from the bar.” She sinks her teeth into my shoulder, her tongue sliding across the spot and sending a spasm down my spine.

I clamp her hip with my free hand, and she moans into my ear.

“Fuck.” My eyes clench at the sound, and I use my grip on her hair to take my turn, tugging her head back until it’s my mouth on her throat. She swallows beautifully, and I kiss along her collarbone. “Who are we, Cammie Girl?”

“We’re real.”

Her words hammer at my heart, and my head flies up, our gazes locking, but this isn’t a deep moment that defines us. No, her features aren’t soft.

She’s on fire. Needy.

And it’s me she wants something from .

“Real, huh?” I rasp, shifting and crab-walking us a few feet until my back hits the edge of the couch.

Cameron chuckles, falling against my chest even more, her hands gliding lower until she’s pushing the hem of my shirt up, her long, silky fingers ghosting along my abs and making me fucking shiver. “I’m just Cameron, your girl. You’re just Brady, my man.”

“I see.” I wrap her hand around my fist and draw her closer, my dick twitching against her when her lips part. “So we’re pretending that this isn’t pretend at all, hmm?”

“Ding, ding. We have a winner.” She teases, tongue coming out and swiping across my lips.

I sit up slightly and haul my shirt over my head, throwing it I don’t even care where, and then I’m grabbing her hands, putting them back on my skin.

She inhales deeply, her legs opening a little wider around me, knees pressing into the crook of the carpet and the bottom frame of the couch.

My hands come around her, squeezing her ass, enjoying the feel of it in my palms. “Well, as your man, it’s my job to make sure you feel good, isn’t it?”

“Damn straight it is.” She smirks, tongue coming out, rolling along the tips of her teeth.

With more sex appeal and sass than one woman should possess, she reaches down, tearing the T-shirt she’s wearing over her head.

My eyes snap to her chest in a blink, and my dick fucking cries in jealousy.

Perfect, perky tits stare back at me, needy nipples swollen and begging for my touch, but it isn’t the way they go from firm to rock solid right before my eyes that has my hips bucking involuntarily but the little dangling loops that hang from the center of them.

She changed the barbells to half-moons, but the spikes…the spikes are still there, and right now, they’re shaking because she is shaking .

“My needy little Hellcat,” I murmur and take them in my hands.

They don’t overflow but allow me to cover her completely, like a shield of right, claiming them as mine, at least for the length of this little game we’re playing.

My thumb follows the curve of her nipple, up and around, and she whimpers. A whimper that turns into a low cry of pleasure when I give the little loops a nice, gentle tug.

“Shit.” She shivers. “I had no idea it would feel so?—”

“Good?”

“Mm,” she mews, pushing her chest into my palms, but then her words catch up to me.

“Wait.” I pause and her eyes flick open.

She smirks in triumph and then her knees slide even wider, her pussy now lined right over the length of my dick. “Yes, Big Guy. You’re the first man to see them.”

My chest rumbles, and I tug her to me. “We’re pretending, remember? So you don’t say just first .” I bite her lower lip. “You say first and last .”

She starts to smile and then I’m kissing her.

It’s a wicked dance, and when her hips start to shift, I match her movements, muscles clenching.

Her hands weave around my neck and she pulls me up, leaning back so I’m half hovering over her, forcing mine to spread out, and her ass drops lower, lining my dick up with her heat.

She’s completely naked aside from the thick socks covering up to her calves, and I’ve never seen such a pretty sight.

“You are…” My chest rumbles, eyes locked on the pinkness between her legs.

“Waiting,” she answers, and my gaze snaps to hers.

She slides her hands up my chest, digging her little nails into my pecs, and grinds down on me. It’s the perfect fucking dance. My toes curl in my socks, and her teeth sink into that lower lip of hers.

I pinch her nipple and her head falls back, so I go in for more, dipping lower until I can take one in my mouth. She gasps, holding on, and I need more. Fuck, I need everything.

My left hand slides along her side, slowly in case she wants to tell me no.

“Can I touch you, baby?”

She doesn’t answer with words but pushes me down faster, slipping my hand right between her legs.

My groan is instant.

She’s molten gold, hot to the touch, and “So. Fucking. Soft.”

I sit back again, and I dip my fingers between her folds first, trying to picture the shape of her, then settle right over her clit.

“Inside me, Brady,” she pleads.

“Patience, Hellcat.” I pinch her clit instead, and she cries out, her moan deepening as I start rubbing, figuring out what she likes. “You get what I give you.”

She hums her approval. “My bossy man.”

“Your whatever you want me to be,” I promise, taking her nipple between my teeth as I rub circles over her swollen little clit.

Her face is smashed to my cheek, her moans bleeding into my ear and making my pulse jump wildly. My dick too.

She feels it, and then she’s pushing into my hand even more. “I want to feel you.”

Fuck.

I clench my eyes closed. Move my hand and take her by the hips.

I lean back, holding her up a little, and wiggle my sweats down, but when she reaches for my boxers, I settle her back in my lap, grinding up into her so she forgets what she was after.

“There you go. Ride me like a pro.” I take her mouth, kissing her savagely.

She starts to quiver, her hips moving faster, and I know what that means.

“I’m close too, baby. So close,” I murmur as I pull at her nipples, letting my head fall back on the couch cushion as she plants her palm on my chest and grinds her pussy into me like I’m inside her .

It’s fucking euphoric.

I groan, my muscles tightening, and she whimpers, legs clamping over me.

She’s trembling, her wetness soaking through my briefs, and I’m about to add to the mess.

I’m about to come in my damn underwear and I can’t find it in me to be embarrassed about that.

Her orgasm hits her hard, and she drops forward, her chest sweaty against mine, and my ass cheeks tighten, my own coming in quick. I jerk once, twice, and just as I’m about to come all over myself, a warm, soft hand wraps around my length.

My eyes fly open, locking with hers, and she stares right at me as she squeezes.

That’s all it takes, and cum rockets out of me, filling the space between us, and when I look down, a rope of white rolls across her thumb.

Never in my life have I ever seen such an intoxicating sight.

My gaze snaps up to hers, but she’s not looking at me.

No, she’s transfixed on the little black bars that stretch across the underside of my dick. She doesn’t say anything, just traces over them, a sated smile on her lips.

Eventually she slips her hand out from where she snuck it, and neither of us says a word as she leans forward and rests against my chest.

I hug her to me, holding her there, and I don’t let go.

I couldn’t possibly.

At least not until she makes me.

Cameron

Hopping to his feet with far more energy than I can pretend to have, he yanks me up with him. We clean up our mess and he closes the doors of the fireplace, the two of us heading upstairs, his hand in mine.

He tugs me toward his room, but I drag my feet.

“Wait!” I whisper, grinning when he gives me a questioning look. “I wanna see if there’re really logs on the bed.”

I tiptoe over to the room closest to his parents’ and push the door open.

Sure as shit, there is a pile of wood sitting on top of the damn bed.

“Your mom is…”

“Inventive? Prone to get what she wants? A seer?”

I chuckle, looking over my shoulder. “What?”

“I mean, she clearly assumed we needed a room for something.”

“Little did she know we didn’t need one at all.”

His grin is wide and gorgeous, and I can’t stop smiling as I follow him to his room.

He sits down on the foot of the bed as I crawl in it, burying myself in the blankets and claiming the left side.

The distinct sound of his briefs coming down fills the room, and I wait, wondering if maybe he’ll forgo a new pair, but his dresser opens and closes a moment later.

Man, there was something seriously addicting about the way he came undone to nothing more than some heavy grinding. I mean, I know how to use my hips, but this is Brady.

I give myself a mental pat on the back.

He climbs in beside me, and my pulse pounds wildly, waiting to see what his next move will be.

Will he stay on his side? Put a pillow between us?

My fears are gone when he slides all the way over until my back is flush with his front.

His arm settles over me on top of the blanket, lying against the curve of my leg. “Night, baby.”

Baby.

Not Cammie Baby or baby girl .

No Hellcat or Cammie Girl .

Just… baby .

Something inside me melts a little, and I smile against my pillow.

“Night, Big Guy.”