Page 3 of Bray
She needed to fucking smile and that was it. She should never be afraid, not for one second if I could help it. I was going to find out what was bothering her.
Surprising the hell out of me, she came right up to me sitting at the table with Ace and Cody and set her hand on my thigh.
On. My. Thigh.
I couldn’t remember her ever touching me before. Ever. The first time on my thigh? Holy fuck.
I felt the heat of it through my jeans and her fingertips were only inches from my dick, which of course went instantly hard.
She leaned in and this close, I picked up her lemony scent. My friends, Ace and Cody, along with everyone else in the crowded bar disappeared.
Her nose slid up my neck and every hair on my body practically stood on end.
What the hell?
“Play along and be my boyfriend. Please, Bray,” she whispered in my ear.
She pulled back. Met my eyes. Her dark gaze held mine. I saw the freckles across her nose. A hint of sheen to her lips. She wore no makeup except lip gloss. She didn’t need it. With her thick hair pulled back in a simple ponytail, she was so fucking pretty.
Please, Bray.My dick liked hearing that from her lips. Her begging. But not for this.
I didn’t drop my gaze from hers but I knew the swells of her full tits couldn’t be hidden by the bar’s simple t-shirt. Her full hips and grabbable ass snug in her jeans. Some people might overlook Katherine Camden, but I saw how fuckin’ pretty she was. And when she touched me and then begged?
I’d give her whatever she wanted.
Wait. What did she say?
Be her boyfriend?
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KATIE
Bray wasn’t doing anything.I probably stunned him better than any taser. Me, Katie Camden touching him and asking him to pretend something he’d never do otherwise.
Be my boyfriend. As if he’d go for someone like me.
Me, the ugly one. The one who a guy only wanted to fuck if he couldn’t see my face.
Glancing back, I saw the drunk guy wasn’t far behind. For all he knew, I was asking Bray if he wanted a pitcher of beer for the table. I wasn’t proving he was boyfriend in any way. Women were affectionate with their boyfriends. Flirty. Sexy. They touched and kissed.I had to make it believable because I wasn’t getting fucked over a men’s room toilet.
Taking a fortifying breath, I climbed onto Bray’s lap, pretty much straddling him, if awkwardly. It was harder to do than expected on a stool, but I had to make this happen. I probably looked like a baby giraffe trying to stand instead of something sexy.
Bray’s work-worn hands went to my hips instinctively and he arched a sandy brow. This close, I could see how blue his eyes were as they held mine.
“Hey, ba–by,” I murmured, taking on a sultry voice I’d seen on a soap opera I used to watch with Gran. I grabbed his cowboy hat, plucked it off his head and sat it on mine. It was big and sank low, but I tipped it back.
Then I kissed him.
Holy hell.
I’d dreamed of what it would feel like to have his mouth on mine since I was thirteen. Back then my imaginings had been a peck. Something innocent.
This wasnothinglike those thoughts.
Nothing. Not a second after my lips met his, he took over.
His big hands slid down to cup my butt and he tilted his head and took over. Warm, full lips. Strong hands. Hard body. This wasn’t a peck.
