Page 116 of The Rules of Dating a Younger Man

“Yeah, just a bit.” I laughed.

“On my way home, I stopped at a mall and FaceTimed him. He helped me pick everything out. Then I had it wrapped up and paid a hotel worker to deliver it to you.”

“I can’t believe you did this. But thank you.”

“You’re welcome, sweetheart.”

Brayden wore a black blazer over a button-down shirt. He looked so delicious, I wanted to scream. “You look very handsome. But you’re early.”

He nodded. “I know. I couldn’t wait to see you.”

“What happened to you in Pennsylvania?”

He took a step toward me. “I lost all the fucks I had left to give, Alex.” His eyes sparkled as he looked into mine. “Hearing about Landon’s passing reminded me that I don’t have forever. I already knew that, but it was yet another harsh reminder. There’s one thing I want in this life, more than anything right now. And she’s standing in front of me. And I know with every fiber of my being that you feel the same. Alex, I’m done trying to live my life as if you don’t exist. I can’t erase you. I’ve tried.”

“I know,” I muttered.

“And if you’re worried about Caitlin, think of it this way: Being apart isn’t going to change the situation. Does it matter if we’re apart if I still love you each and every day? You can change situations, but you can’t change feelings. I love you whether we’re together or not. So I’m guilty no matter what.” He paused. “I love you. And no one else’s feelings are ever gonna change that. I’m done taking no for an answer.”

Chills ran through me. He’d left me speechless. My chest heaved.

“Say something,” he insisted.

There was so much I wanted to say, but nothing would come out. No words could encompass my feelings in this moment. Nothing could explain what it felt like to comprehend just how much Brayden loved me. Or how much I loved him. All I wanted to do was show him how I felt.

I ran my fingers through his hair. Brayden bent his head back, letting out a long exhale as if he’d been craving my touch. “My beautiful Brayden,” I finally said. “I can’t fight this either.” I pulled him close, opening my mouth at first contact, desperate to taste him.

“Do you have any idea how much I’ve been dying for you?” he mumbled over my mouth. Our kiss grew deeper. “I don’t want to stop,” he rasped, threading his fingers through my damp hair.

“Don’t,” I insisted as I kissed him.

“What do you want right now, baby?”

“I want to ride you,” I hissed.

He pulled back, his eyes filled with mirth. “Well, okay, then.”

Brayden unzipped my dress as we continued our kiss. When it fell to the floor, I slipped out of it.

He removed his jacket, tossing it aside before we stumbled together onto the bed. His cock strained so tightly against his pants, I thought it might burst through. I licked my lips just thinking about taking him into my mouth.

We broke our kiss for a moment, and Brayden panted as he looked up at me. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Alex.”

“You make me feel beautiful.”

He lay back and stared up at me in wonder. I unhooked my bra, playfully wrapping it around his neck and using it to bring him up toward me again, our mouths meeting as I straddled his hips. I began grinding against him with my panties still on. The heat of his cock made me wetter by the second. I couldn’t wait to have him inside of me.

As he lay back again, I scratched my nails over his chest through his shirt, continuing to push my clit against his erection. He’d let me take the reins tonight, but from the look on his face, he wasn’t going to take this cock teasing much longer. And quite frankly, neither was I.

I lifted my body off of him for a moment to unzip his pants. Brayden groaned as I lowered my mouth over his cock and licked the wet crown in slow, sensual circles.

“Fuck,” he breathed. “I could die a happy man right now.”

Taking him deeper, I massaged his slick shaft while I moved my mouth up and down, savoring the salty taste of his precum. I took him deeper down my throat, as far as he could go one last time, then moved back for a moment.

Brayden looked up at me with glassy eyes, continuing to let me run the show. I worked to remove his pants and boxers, then slipped out of my thong. Brayden tore off his shirt, so we were both now entirely naked. His dick stood straight up, begging to be ridden. I positioned myself over him and sat down slowly as he sank into me. Brayden let out a guttural sound as I bucked my hips. He wrapped his hands around my waist as I moved up and down over his cock.

I’d never taken charge like this during sex. But something about the way he’d taken charge earlier made me want to return the favor in spades. Him saying he was madly in love with me had made me want to fuck his brains out. “I fucking love you, Brayden Foster.” I panted as I rode him harder.

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