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“Alexandrea, are you a football fan?” His dad walks over to shake my hand, and I blink. If I thought Brett resembled his mom, he and his brother really favor their dad, save for the salt-and-pepper gray hair.
“I am.” I shake his hand as I purposely stay focused on his curious eyes rather than Jett’s and Raven’s.
“Really? What’s your team?” Jett demands, and I’m forced to turn to them. Dark-blue eyes stare back at me, not like Brett’s turquoise ocean-blue orbs, but rather a deeper blue. And it’s almost like I’m a lab rat, and he’s preparing to dissect me.
“Jett, stop it.” Raven shakes her head and looks up at him, rolling her eyes.
“I’m more of a college football fan,” I respond, feeling Brett’s warmth and strength behind me. His hand casually wraps around my stomach.
“Oh my God.” Raven’s eyes get huge, and she smiles, looking up at Jett as if gloating.
“I’m sorry, where did you two meet?” Jett asks.
“Here you go, Alexandrea,” Natalie interrupts as she walks in carrying two glasses, one with my water, the other filled with wine.
“Thank you,” I murmur. I really don’t care that Brett’s brother is a famous attorney, or that he’s gorgeous, or that he’s trying to intimidate me. That can’t happen.
“Okay, I know you boys would love to eat in here, but dinner is ready. I made spaghetti and meatballs from scratch, so you can finish the game later.” Natalie takes a sip of her wine.
Jett’s eyes, which were lasered on me, turn to his mom. “From scratch?Does that mean you’re finally using my Christmas gift?” He flashes her a smile that is almost identical to Brett’s. As all three of them walk toward yet another area of the house, his dad stays glued to the TV.
“You two go along. I’ll be right there,” he grumbles.
“Nice, Dad. Takes the pressure off me for being late.” Brett grins at his dad who gives us a distracted grunt as we pass.
“I love this house,” I say as I look out the massive windows to the backyard, the pool glittering like broken mirrors in the setting sun.
“It’s big, way too big for my parents now, but my mom loves it, and my dad lives to make her happy.” His fingers lace with mine as I bite my lower lip and nod, trying to remain unaffected, but the way it feels when he touches me? It’s intimate, like we’re in our own world. Brett makes everything heightened, so just a look can make me feel unique, yet his touch burns.
“Is that you?” I stop to look at all the photos. There have to be at least fifty on the wall. Baby shots of Brett and Jett, family shots, graduations, weddings.
I move closer to examine one and smile. It’s Brett diving in midair off a cliff that looks like it may never end.
“Yep.” He laughs as he tries to pull me along.
“You’re crazy. Look at you.” I point at another one of him on a dirt bike. I know he said he does extreme sports, but I had no idea.
“You’re an adrenaline junkie,” I state.
He stops and looks down at me. “Probably.” His hand reaches for my chin, and he rubs my lips back and forth with his thumb, then shoves it deep in my mouth.
“Suck,” he growls as my pussy clenches.
Obsessed.
It’s the only way I can describe this. Because I can’t control myself. My brain screams danger over and over. He’s reckless, scary, and exhilarating. And I almost lower myself to my knees and take out his cock.
I would.
That’s how out of control I am. His eyes darken and narrow while he watches me suck.
“That’s it, baby.” Pulling his thumb out, he murmurs into my mouth, “You like the rush too.” I close my eyes, my whole body tingling with this pull, this raging need I have for him.
“Yes. I do.” I’m accepting the truth. Why lie? I do get off on him taking me to the edge.
“Look at me,” he demands.
My eyes open, and his intense gaze holds mine, locking us in our own cocoon. And this is the moment I stop lying to myself. I’m through beating myself up. I may get hurt, but I can accept that. Because at the end of the day, I choose him. I’m gambling for the first time in my life, and win or lose, at least I can say I’ve lived. A slow smile graces his lips as if he knows my thoughts.
