Page 26 of Bradi

Chapter Eleven

Marisa snuggled in next to Bradi and tried her best not to get aroused. It was hard considering their close proximity. She’d also found that although she was tired all the time and had little ability to keep anything down, she was horny as all get out.

Bradi leaned over her and grabbed another piece of the fruit he called satunie, but which looked and smelled like mango. “Here, eat.”

Her stomach turned. “I can’t.”

“Doc, honey. You have to eat something. The ba—”

“The what?” she asked, waiting for him to finish his sentence.

“The bug you have won’t get better until you add food. You can’t expect your body to get better when you are living off water and air only.”

She laughed softly at the irony of the brawler giving the doctor advice, but knew that he was right. “Tell you what. I’ll make you a deal.”

“I am listening.”

Biting back all of her better judgment, Marisa continued, “Give me what I’m craving and I’ll eat your damn fruit.”

“What are you craving?” he asked, a hint of amusement in his voice.

There was no doubt in her mind that he was going to make her say it. She rolled her eyes and swatted his chest lightly. “You.”

“Doc?”

She blushed. “Don’t make me beg, Janelle. And please don’t laugh at me or run off on me again. I don’t think I can take that.”

“Doc, I didn’t want to run off on you.”

“Then why did you?” she asked, wanting to know.

“We need to have a very long talk.”

She rubbed his arm lightly. “Can we save it for later? I really need to, um, well.”

“You need sex,” he said evenly.

She nodded.

“Because you have to have it, or because you want me?” There wasn’t any malice to his question.

She locked gazes with him and decided the truth was best. “Both. I need it and I want you.”

Bradi growled and rolled her onto her back. For a moment, she thought she saw his eyes flicker to yellow, but when he stared out at her from blue orbs, she knew she’d been mistaken. “Do not toy with me, Doc.”

“Me, toy with you? Please. You’re the one who runs away from me every time we get close.” She shifted under him as he pushed his hips into her. “Listen, I know that I’m the last person you wanted to be marooned with, and I know that I’m not like your other girls, but I need—”

He dropped his lips down and kissed her quickly. “No, you are not like my other girls at all.”

The harsh reality of his words hit her and she pushed to get him off her. “Off, Bradi.”

He looked hurt as he rolled onto his side. “What did I say?”

“Like I didn’t hear it enough growing up. Like I need you to rub it in.”

Bradi blinked as he tried to wrap his arm around her. She pushed it off and glared at him. “You know, my stepmother never once hesitated to tell me how unfortunate I was when it came to looks, and with my condition, she said that I’d be lucky to ever catch a man’s eye.” She let her gaze go hard. “I wasn’t blessed with enormous breasts and extra-long legs. I get that I’m not a Bradi groupie. I don’t need to be reminded by you that I don’t stack up against all of your bimbos.”

Marisa tried to get to her feet, but Bradi seized hold of her and pulled her to him.

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