Page 170 of Trust Me Always

I gape. “What? How? What did he say?”

He peeks at me a moment. “I might have gotten in my head a little and worried you wouldn’t understand some of my choices. He was quick to tell me I was wrong.”

“Brady…” I whisper, but he only grins, wrapping his arm around my shoulders this time so he can tug me over and kiss my head without taking his eyes off the highway.

“I love you, baby,” he promises.

And he says it at least five more times in the six or so hours it takes us to get home.

“I did not!”

“Oh, sweetie, you did.” My mom laughs. “You pissed, and you were wearing a summer dress, so it got all over the bottom of the playpen, and when we picked Brady up so we could get everything cleaned, we realized it had somehow gotten on him too. His little shorts were all wet on the one side.”

I glare at my mother as everyone around laughs, and Brady tugs me down onto his lap, not caring that everyone is around not even pausing to think about it. It’s just second nature, his need to be close. To have me close.

I do blush a little, though, and my mom doesn’t pretend to not notice the way the other moms do.

“Aw, she’s blushing.”

“I am not blushing,” I lie.

“It’s just a little piss, Cam. Nothing to be embarrassed about.” Ari grins.

“Bitch, I’m not embarrassed about peeing while I was sleepingwhen I was three.” I smirk, settling in Brady’s arms more. “Besides, clearly young me was smart, marking her territory and all.”

“You mean like I did on Thanksgiving when Trey tried to dance with you…and everyone but me knew he had gotten engaged on live television a week before that?” Brady cocks a brow.

That gets a laugh out of everyone, and then the conversation turns from me to the next person. It’s Ari’s parents’ turn to tell embarrassing stories.

Brady’s arms curl around me, his nose running along my cheek and drawing goose bumps to my flesh.

We still haven’t had sex, but our foreplay is stuff for the playbooks.

We are on point and in tune with the other person in ways I can’t imagine others could be. It’sthat good.

“I, for one, like it when you blush,” he whispers, his hands pushing a little firmer against my lower belly. “My favorite is when you blush all over. I had no idea that was possible.”

I turn my head, smiling at him over my shoulder. “Anything is possible if you just believe.”

“I love it when you quote Gen Z movies to me.”

“I’d like to quote some X movies to you, if you know what I mean.”

Brady waggles his brows, and I choke back a laugh when his dick twitches against my ass.

Someone slaps my arm, and I look over to find my best friend raising a brow at me.

“Can you not dry hump in front of my mom?” she jokes, her voice for only us.

Brady shakes with silent laughter, and I give a little hip roll just to be a brat, loving the hiss that fills my ear. “Don’t be jelly that your man is too much of a gentleman to pull you on his lap in front of your daddy.”

Noah leans across her lap, having heard, his own dark browraised in challenge. “I can be a gentleman and still do dirty, dirty things in private.”

I open my mouth in shocked glee. “Noah Riley, I amsoproud of you right now.”

He chuckles, and it only deepens when Ari’s neck flushes red, but she gives me a little side smirk.

Go, bestie.

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