Page 174 of Trust Me Always

“Fuck, I love you.” He’s on me in a second, gripping my ass cheeks and pushing them aside. His hands shake as he lines himself up and then I’m full again, nipples dragging along the cushion beneath me making me moan.

He bends over me, folding his upper half across my body, and starts to rock.

Slow and steady.

Torture, torture, torture, but the orgasm that builds… I know before it hits it’s going to be fucking life-altering.

Brady’s breaths are ragged now and his full, long sweeps inside me grow shorter. He’s hip to ass, unable to get closer, but still he bucks.

He shakes.

He grips my chin in the gentlest of fingers and draws my eyes to his.

Sweat drips from his forehead to mine. Our lips touch.

“Come with me, Hellcat.”

I do.

My entire body convulses as his seizes up.

His hips buck and my pussy spasms, and it just keeps on coming.

Minutes that feel like hours later, we collapse onto the cushions, truly and completely fucking spent.

“See,” I pant, and our heads roll toward each other. I grin, hitting his sweaty chest, and he catches my hand, bringing it to his lips. “Natural.”

Brady chuckles and I close my eyes.

Fuck.

My boyfriend is basically a natural-born porn star.

Yay me.

I chuckle and let my eyes close.

We’ve been lying here in silence, basking in theliteral best sex everglow, when my phone pings and pings again.

I groan, and Brady chuckles, reaching over to grab it from wherever the hell it ended up. Worry claws at my throat when I see it’s from Granny Grace. Why would she be texting me?

“What’s the matter, mama?” he rumbles sleepily, wrapping his arms around me. “I felt you tense.”

“Granny Grace,” I mumble, quickly unlocking my phone and waiting for the message to load.

I’m greeted with a gorgeous bouquet of light pink and white gardenias, exactly like the last one but this time with a little yellow bow instead of a blue one. A frown forms, but then it all comes back.

Brady and his mom’s question about the flowers. Granny Grace and her cryptic wording about where they came from.

Today and the stop he had to make.

This must be what the Grinch felt like when he was overcome with love because I literally feel an overflow of emotions as if my heart is growing two sizes.

I sit up, my hair falling over my shoulder as I look down at the man beside me, a soft smile on his handsome face. “Brady…”

“You been saying my name like that a lot.”

“You’ve been blowing my mind a lot.”

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