Page 67 of Bragg's Match


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The water soothes my throat and I manage to swallow my food. I eat a few bites as I decide what to say.

“Uh oh. Here it comes,” Brody mutters.

“Comes what?”

“Whatever bullshit you’re going to sprout.”

I glare at him. “I do not sprout bullshit.”

“Okay.” He motions toward me. “Let’s hear this non-bullshit.”

“I don’t want you to take care of me.”

“I beg to disagree. You said you want a man who takes care of you.” He indicates the food on the table. “Thus, I’m taking care of you.”

“No. You can’t be sweet.”

He grins. “I think I’ve proven I can be incredibly sweet.”

“I can’t resist you when you’re being sweet.”

“Then, stop resisting me.”

“But you’re too young for me.”

He growls. “I am not a fucking child. I think I proved I’m a man to you already but I’m ready and able to prove it to you again.”

Every nerve ending in my body lights up. Those dormant butterflies flap their wings in my stomach and warmth spreads through me. Stop it. This is Brody. The man who doesn’t hesitate to dress an animal up as a princess as a prank.

“You’re immature.”

“Immature? Cooking and cleaning for you all week because you’ve been busy and stressed out about your pottery shed burning down is immature?”

“The pranks.”

“There’s nothing wrong with having a bit of fun in your life.” He stands and rounds the counter until he’s right in front of me. He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. “You deserve to have some fun in your life.”

“Your definition of fun and mine are completely different.”

He smirks. “I know one way we enjoy fun together.”

My panties dampen as images of the fun night we spent together flash into my mind.

“We can’t.”

“Why not? Give me one reason. One good reason.”

“I’m too old for you.”

He frowns. “I’m not your dad. I don’t want you because you’re older and will take care of me. I want you because you’re Soleil. Besides.” He smirks. “Does this feel as if I’m too young for you?”

He smashes his lips to mine and I gasp. He doesn’t hesitate and shoves his tongue into my mouth. He smells of sandalwood and tastes of man and musk. I can’t get enough. I grasp his shoulders and pull him near.

I give in. I’m done fighting him. This. Whatever it is.

Chapter 23

Who’s the baby now? ~ Message from Brody to the Bragg brothers

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