Page 138 of Trust Me Always

She melts, hiking one leg up, and I grab hold, pressing into her as I take her mouth like I’m fucking starved.

Her kiss is fierce. Messy. Sinfully sweet.

She starts to shake under my touch, and a deep, throaty groan escapes me. I tear free, nibbling at her lips the way I’ve wanted to do for so fucking long, biting and sucking and licking. She grips my wrists, my palms still holding her head how I want her.

I dip into her neck, and she moans before I ever touch her skin there, sending a bolt of lightning straight to my dick.

A loud honk has her jumping and tugging back.

I tense, dread weighing down my veins.

What will I see when I look into her eyes right now?

Regret might just about kill me.

Jaw clenched, I prepare for the worst, but before my eyes can even meet hers, her forehead falls to my chest and she laughs, quickly shifting and grabbing my hand as she drags us back to the driver’s side. “Come on, before they run us over!”

She yanks the door open and climbs in, flashing me a quick shot of creamy ass cheeks as she hops over the center console, and I swear to god, my dick is an iron rod in my jeans.

I climb in, and Cameron’s laughter doubles until she’s gottears in her eyes, her hand holding her side, and I finally relax, my own humor mirroring hers.

Ten seconds later, we’re parked in my driveway. Cameron is out, dashing for the front door in seconds, laughing as she gets pelted with rain all over again.

I pause for a moment, unsure of what to do.

My pulse is jumping wildly, my mind running a million miles a minute, but the thought that’s screaming the loudest has my eyes clamping shut.

I am so fucked.

“Brady!” she yells, and my eyes fly open. “The door is locked.” She smiles, shivering.

“Oh shit.” I jump out, only now noting my mom’s car isn’t in the driveway.

“Whose bright idea was it to dance in the rain again?” she jokes, bending to pull her shoes off and tossing them to the side.

“Definitely mine,” I play along.

She rewards me with a laugh, and my god, I’ve gone completely soft—I feel it in my chest. Cameron shoves me out of the way as she runs inside and books it up the stairs.

I can’t keep the smile off my face as I lock the door, kicking my shoes off. I go into the kitchen, pouring us both a double shot of whiskey and adding some hot water to it from the dispenser. I cut a lemon and squeeze a good amount into our glasses, stirring them with my finger, spotting a note from my mom on top of a few tinfoil-covered dishes.

It’s bingo night tonight. Be home around nine.

I look to the clock, noting it’s a little after seven, and peek in on what Mom made for dinner. I smirk, shaking my head, and pick up our glasses.

I take the steps two at a time. “I got us something that should warm us up quick!”

“In here!”

Her voice leads me into the bathroom, and I’m stepping injust as the curtain to the shower is closing, nothing but her fingers in sight.

“Uh, this is divine!” Her hair tie is thrown over the top, and I watch as it lands by my feet—right next to the hoodie and socks she was wearing. I note there is no other item of clothing there with them. No panties. No bra.

She was full commando today.

My eyes fall to the bulge in my jeans, and I give him a mental apology as my muscles clench. I try to rid myself of the thoughts running through my mind, but then she pulls the curtain back a little, part of her coming into view, hair soaked and hanging over her naked shoulder.

“Oh, what’s that?” She stares at the glasses in my hand.

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