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“Just feel around and hike on up,” he says when I reach the top.

Instantly, I recognize something different. My palms come down not on old wood but thick, plush pillowing. There’s a moment’s hesitation when I notice this, and Brady laughs lightly.

“Go on, baby. Up.” His voice is a velvety command.

My pussy flutters and I bite at the inside of my lip.

Once I’m up, he guides me with a hand on my hip until I’m shuffled a little to the left.

There’s movement around me, a soft click, and then his knuckles brush my cheeks as he lifts the makeshift blindfold.

I blink, my eyes adjusting. The first thing I catch sight of is the wall along the back of the loft.

A curtain of purple lights is hung from top to bottom in long, twinkling strips.

The second are the stars dangling from the roof, a slight glow to each of them.

Beneath my palm is a padding not unlike what you’d find in a window seat, but it stretches across the entire area.

In the back corner are mismatched pillows in an array of colors and a few stacks of blankets beside them.

The slight creak of wood draws my attention, and I turn as Brady pushes open the little door that leads to the rooftop, the moon bright beyond it.

The creek flows behind outside, the stream a lot calmer than it was in November.

Brady looks back my way, an almost shy smile on his lips. He runs his hand over the back of his hair, looking across the space. “I want to add a little fridge, maybe some speakers, but?—”

His words die in his throat when I lean forward and crawl his way.

His pupils blow wide, and he goes from his knees to his ass, waiting with eager hands for me to reach him.

His large palms come around my ass as soon as I do, and I give Ari a silent thank-you for suggesting we wear sweat shorts instead of pajamas .

I’m straddling his lap in seconds, and my mouth comes down on his with a hard, possessive kiss. I lick his lips, biting at his tongue, and he groans, his dick hardening beneath me.

“It’s perfect, Brady. Thank you.”

“Thank you,” he whispers, dipping into my neck and kissing what I think might be his favorite spot. He’s basically tattooed his name there with his rough tongue and teeth alone.

“For?”

“Existing.”

I melt a little—mostly from my pussy, my panties getting wetter by the second.

I need this man like a flower needs watering.

I want him to water me, to plant me, prune me, and pick me.

I’m a shaking mess already, and he hasn’t even gotten started yet.

Just as I think it, I’m flipped onto my back, giggling like a schoolgirl—a sound I’d be embarrassed about if anyone else were here to hear it.

But it’s just us.

And there’s no time for embarrassment because he’s already on me, dipping down and taking the top of my tank with him. His puffy lips close over my nipple ring, and I gasp into the space, his tongue rough like sandpaper.

My core is already clenching, desperate for something to grip on to.

He knows, his massive fingers coming down to play their part.

He slides right past my bottoms with expert skill, slipping inside with precision.

I arch, pushing into him until I feel the bottom of his fingers and there’s nowhere else to go.

“Always so wet for me, my dirty girl. Wet and ready.” He bites my nipple, teeth scraping along the piercing point and making me quake.

I drop my hands into his sweatpants, and he eagerly lifts his hips, letting me tear every bit of his clothing away. He wastes no time sliding his hard length into my open palm.

The black metal beads of his dick piercing roll against my thumb, and his heated groan washes over my chest.

We’ve done everything there is to do outside of straight-up penetration. Sex without sex.

He’s fucked the slit of my pussy, the cheeks of my ass, my mouth, and the shallow space between my breasts. I’ve ridden his hands and face, and he’s not intimidated by a good toy or two, but I’ve yet to feel myself stretch around his dick.

Brady pulls back, sliding his dick from my hands, and we’re both naked in seconds.

“Baby,” he rasps, settling over me and taking my mouth with his.

The kiss he gives me is slow and languid.

It’s a love language only we know how to speak.

“Brady…”

“Shh,” he whispers. “It’s me and you, Hellcat.

I feel it right here.” He taps his chest, over his heart.

“You asked me what I wished for the other night, and the answer is this. For years, every wish I’ve ever made was that there was someone out there made just for me who understood—who understands . ” He smiles softly. “That’s you.”

I open my mouth, but I don’t know what to say, and he chuckles.

“Don’t worry, baby. I know.” He kisses me, this time a little longer and a lot dirtier, and when he pulls back, it’s with a long lick up my throat. “Now that the sugary stuff is out of the way, let’s get filthy.”

“Yes, fucking please.”

He chuckles, his hips shifting so he can slide over my clit, and I sigh at the feeling of his thickness between my legs.

I tug my hips back, twisting a little so he’s lined up right where I want him—no, need him, and his muscles tense the slightest bit .

He lifts his head, and our eyes lock.

“Trust me?” I whisper.

His grin is slow, and then he’s sliding inside me. “Always,” he promises, pushing the rest of the way in in one long thrust.

I gasp, my back arching off the cushion, eyes shooting wide and watering.

My man, he is thick. Long. And holy sweet heaven. The piercing! It’s cold against warm.

It’s a fire inside me.

Fucking perfection.

His arms shake a little and his forehead falls to mine, harsh, heavy pants rolling over my lips as he pauses to take in the feeling.

I’m stretched to the max, a slight sting of my pussy walls I can’t wait to explore more of. It’s that good hurt, a deep pressure that tells me how epic this is about to be.

I can’t wait to do it again and we haven’t even started yet.

“I should warn you,” he groans, flexing inside me. “I might be a minute man after all, but don’t worry.” He lifts his head with a deadly grin. “I’m a dedicated man when it comes to practice.”

“Quiet, Big Guy.” I wrap my legs around his back, and his eyes widen with a rumble when the move drives him even deeper.

“There is no doubt in my mind that you’re a natural.

” I roll my hips and his breath leaves him in a rush.

“Besides, I’m not a virgin. I don’t need a break before round two. ” I grin and he’s all over me.

“Remember you said that, baby, because I’m about to fuck you the way I’ve imagined for months.”

I lift up, lick at his lips, and whisper, “Prove it.”

He doesn’t have to be told twice, and he doesn’t start slow.

No, he lifts his hips and slams them into me with the full force of his weight.

My moan is embarrassing, and I’m pretty sure you could hear it for miles. But my god. “Your piercing,” I gasp, hooking my hips higher .

My body slides up the cushions and I reach back, pressing my hands against the wood, asking for more.

“You like that, naughty girl?” Brady nips at my throat and does it again. And again. And it can’t have been a minute but I’m already about to come.

I dig my nails into his back, holding myself to him, and he shifts a little, dropping back on his knees.

The move drives him impossibly deeper.

We both gasp.

“Fuck.” Brady shakes, hips shoving up into me. “It’s so fucking deep like this.”

I can’t even talk. I let my head fall back, my entire body trembling when he runs his callused hand across my chest, pushing me back while holding me up.

He fucks up into me, his movements hard and long but not hurried. I feel him swelling inside me, and I clench him in response.

“Oh, fuck. What was that?” he groans, dropping me back on the cushion and pushing my legs back. He shoves his hips forward, his eyes nearly black as he leans down to kiss me. “Again,” he demands.

I do it again, and he groans like a caveman, dipping to my neck and sucking until it stings.

“Mine. All fucking mine.” He bucks his hips faster and faster until I’m clenching everywhere. “No,” he snaps, tearing out of me and sitting back. “Not yet.”

I actually whine, and my pussy quite literally aches at the loss of him.

He covers me again, but he doesn’t slide back inside. He pushes my sweaty hair from my face and nips at my lips. “Can I take you how I want you, my gorgeous fucking girl?” He kisses me softly, speaking against my lips. “I promise I’ll let you come this time.”

I push on his chest, and he moves willingly .

I don’t have to ask him how he wants me.

I know what he likes.

I know his favorite way to “fuck” me without having actually been inside, though I know for a fact he’s been tempted a time or two.

I flip onto my stomach, leaving my breasts to the mattress as I rise up on my knees, pushing my ass back into his face.

“Fuck, I love you.” He’s on me in a second, gripping my ass cheeks and pushing them aside. His hands shake as he lines himself up and then I’m full again, nipples dragging along the cushion beneath me making me moan.

He bends over me, folding his upper half across my body, and starts to rock.

Slow and steady.

Torture, torture, torture, but the orgasm that builds… I know before it hits it’s going to be fucking life-altering.

Brady’s breaths are ragged now and his full, long sweeps inside me grow shorter. He’s hip to ass, unable to get closer, but still he bucks.

He shakes.

He grips my chin in the gentlest of fingers and draws my eyes to his.

Sweat drips from his forehead to mine. Our lips touch.

“Come with me, Hellcat.”

I do.

My entire body convulses as his seizes up.

His hips buck and my pussy spasms, and it just keeps on coming.

Minutes that feel like hours later, we collapse onto the cushions, truly and completely fucking spent.

“See,” I pant, and our heads roll toward each other. I grin, hitting his sweaty chest, and he catches my hand, bringing it to his lips. “Natural.”

Brady chuckles and I close my eyes .

Fuck.

My boyfriend is basically a natural-born porn star.

Yay me.

I chuckle and let my eyes close.

We’ve been lying here in silence, basking in the literal best sex ever glow, when my phone pings and pings again.

I groan, and Brady chuckles, reaching over to grab it from wherever the hell it ended up. Worry claws at my throat when I see it’s from Granny Grace. Why would she be texting me?

“What’s the matter, mama?” he rumbles sleepily, wrapping his arms around me. “I felt you tense.”

“Granny Grace,” I mumble, quickly unlocking my phone and waiting for the message to load.

I’m greeted with a gorgeous bouquet of light pink and white gardenias, exactly like the last one but this time with a little yellow bow instead of a blue one. A frown forms, but then it all comes back.

Brady and his mom’s question about the flowers. Granny Grace and her cryptic wording about where they came from.

Today and the stop he had to make.

This must be what the Grinch felt like when he was overcome with love because I literally feel an overflow of emotions as if my heart is growing two sizes.

I sit up, my hair falling over my shoulder as I look down at the man beside me, a soft smile on his handsome face. “Brady…”

“You been saying my name like that a lot.”

“You’ve been blowing my mind a lot.”

“I’m ready to do it again if you are,” he teases, pushing my hair from my face so he has an unobstructed view.

“The gardenias.”

He nods against the pillow, and I look down to admire my nail marks on his neck for a moment. “She was good to you.”

My brows pull, and I roll so I’m half on his chest. “What do you mean? ”

“You were sick. I couldn’t be there to take care of you, but she took the time to make you soup, not once but twice, and she brought it to you without a soul asking her to. I couldn’t not say thank you.”

“But you didn’t even sign the card.”

He shrugs. “It’s not about the recognition. She went out of her way, and it was the least I could do.”

“You have no idea what those flowers mean to her.”

He runs his knuckle across my lower lip, lifting to kiss me. “I think I do.”

“I think I want to do nasty, nasty things to you to show you what it means to me .”

He grips my ass, hauling me up until I’m settling over his hard-on. “Well, go on, real girlfriend. Show me what you’ve got.”

I do.

And then I do it again.

It’s crazy how much has happened over the last three years at Avix University.

I, for one, cannot wait to see what our last year brings.