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My choice of drug used to be fighting. Now, it’s Bria Collins. And that’s really fucking scary. Because when she eventually leaves me, those withdrawals are going to be hell.
I won’t say that since I took her in the shower the other day, it hasn’t been hell to not want her all the time. But if we’re going to maintain this friendship, I can’t act on what my dick wants every second of the day.
Even if I wish I could.
I kissed her at the tattoo shop because I couldn’t physically not. I’ve never had that urge with anyone before—till her.
Over an hour later, slowly, she begins to stir until her eyes crack open.
“Hi,” she says, her voice raspy. “Guess I conked out, huh?”
“Oh, yeah. You’ve been sawing wood in your sleep too,” I tease her. “You sound like an eighty-year-old man.”
“I do not!” She smacks me.
“Nah, you don’t. But you do snore a little. But it’s cute. Not like a grandpa snore.” I look shocked. “You did try to grab my dick. I had to basically beat you off of me.”
“Shut up.” She rolls her eyes before yawning and patting her stomach. “FYI, I’m starving.”
Pushing myself off the bed, I head toward the door. “Hang tight, old man. Try not to fall back asleep either.” I look back at her, grinning. “I’m going to make you a treat.”
“Why does that scare me somehow?” She laughs.
“Oh, you just wait.” I wink.
Heading down the stairs, I go into the kitchen and open the fridge.
“Fuck,” I mutter to myself. “I gotta stop that late-night snacking. There ain’t shit here.”
Remembering I picked up ice-cream-sundae shit for Tate last week when she was having her…grouchy time of the month…I grin. Taking out two bowls, I make two of the biggest ice cream sundaes and look down at them proudly. Grabbing both bowls, the whipped cream, and the chocolate syrup, I head upstairs.
The ice cream isn’t the only thing that’s about to get eaten.
Bria
“I love that you had this stuff handy.” I take another bite from my sundae and moan silently. “But I seriously hope you didn’t steal this from Tate’s or Link’s stash for me.” Patting Brody’s stomach, I laugh. “As it is, I’m sure you already put a dent in the food in this place.”
“Is that a fat joke?” he deadpans. “Not cool. And if you must know, I picked this stuff up for Tate last week because she was having her time of the month. You know, the one you ladies have when the very existence of a man is annoying and you’re emotional and you eat everything in sight?”
“Watch it,” I warn. “And, no, it wasn’t a fat joke. But even you have to admit, you have a pretty big appetite.”
Looking at me, he flashes a devilish grin. “Sure do. A sweet tooth too.”
A shiver runs up my spine as he gives methatlook. The one he’s been giving me all too often lately. When his eyes narrow a little and he stares like he’s about to devour me whole.
Swallowing, I glance around nervously. “So…what are your plans for the rest of the day?”
“Practice tonight. Maybe a workout if I have time.” He pauses, coming closer. “But before that, I’m going to make you come. Just because I feel like it.”
I choke on my ice cream, coughing in the most unattractive way.
“I want you naked with your legs spread, Bria.”
He stands quickly and walks to his dresser, taking out a tie before walking toward me.
It amazes me how, like flipping a light switch, he can go from the Brody that makes me laugh to the Brody that makes me tingle in all the right places. And he does it seamlessly.
“Keep sitting there, and I’ll have that shirt in shreds.” He jerks his chin upward. “Clothes off. Tits out. Lie on your back and scoot so that your head is almost touching the headboard.”
