Page 11 of Bruiser's Reckoning

I don’t know exactly how it’s going to work with Bruiser, but he definitely isn’t going on calls with me.

“Speaking of shifts,” Dagger remarks. “It’ll just be me, but that doesn’t mean Bruiser won’t be around.”

“I’ll definitely be around,” Bruiser states. “Also, you should know we’ve got somewhere to be once you’re off shift again.”

“We do? Where?” As far as I’m concerned, the only place I have to be is in my bed again, where I can sleep for hours without worrying about a call-out.

“Dinner at my momma’s. There’s no getting out of it, so don’t even try to argue with me on it. She’ll lose her shit on me if I don’t come. That means your ass is at her table next to me,” Bruiser says, leaving no room for argument. Not that I could as it is.

Dinner with his mother? That’s something for couples. We’re surely not a couple. I don’t even think I’ve ever had dinner with a man’s mother before. It’s kind of freaking me out.

“Oh, this is going to be interesting,” Angie murmurs.

“Why do you say that?” I ask, clearing my throat.

“Because I know you, Gwenny.” She laughs, falls over, and lays her head in my lap. “You’re totally freaking out on the inside.”

I definitely am doing that, but I’m not sure I can handle it without having a full-on freak out.

Thankfully, Dagger changes the subject and asks questions about how we handle things on shift. It’s a topic I can handle. Though, I know something’s going to have to give soon with Bruiser because he’s driving me insane.

Something about him just screams at me to jump his bones and have my wicked way with him.

Prolonging the need to go to bed as long as I can, I stare into the mirror over my bathroom sink. I’ve moisturized, taken my vitamins, and even gave myself a mani/pedi. My nails have never looked so good.

I feel completely vulnerable right now when I shouldn’t. However, I know when I step out of this bathroom, I’m going to have to face Bruiser. Alone. In my room. A room that has a very big bed in it.

A knock comes through the door, and I nearly jump out of my skin.

Geez, get a grip, I snap to myself. He’s only a man. A very large man I want to climb like a tree.

“What do you want?” I demand, throwing the door open, coming face to bare chest . . . a chest I really want to lick all over.

“You about done hiding out in the bathroom?” he asks, sounding amused.

“I wasn’t hiding out,” I lie. “I was giving myself a mani/pedi, if you must know.”

“You were hiding,” Bruiser states.

“Was not.” It’s all I can do to keep from stomping my foot.

Bruiser doesn’t bother with a retort. No, his response is to bend, scoop me up over his shoulder, and carry me over to the bed, where he tosses me, and I bounce in the middle.

“What are you . . .”

I don’t get to finish before Bruiser’s body comes up and over me, spreading my legs to press into me. A gasp leaves my lips, giving him the perfect opportunity to claim my mouth. Bruiser kisses me deeply, thoroughly.

Oh my. I don’t think I’ve ever been kissed so intensely. Passionate doesn’t come close to describing the heat of the moment.

A moan leaves my lips as he grinds his hard denim-clad length against me. The ultra-thin boyshorts do nothing to protect me from the sensations shooting through me like a rocket.

Bruiser wraps his fingers in my hair, holding me in place. I’m his for the taking, and I want him to take everything as long as it ends with him inside me.

Sensations lick at my nerve endings, and I want him to give me more. I need more.

Unfortunately, Bruiser doesn’t give me what I need. What he does is break his lips from mine. Breathing heavily, he rolls away.

“Now, let’s get some sleep. You’ve got a shift,” he says, pulling the covers up over the both of us.

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