Page 101 of The Breaking Point

“For not telling me the truth for so long. You could’ve been honest with me and saved us both a lot of heartache. You made an assumption that I’d be too afraid of my dad and brother to date you. How is that fair?”

Brady’s expression darkened. “And what exactly are we doing now? Because I don’t see you calling your dad up and telling him we slept together.”

He had me there. I still hated the thought of upsetting Dad. I’d never been the type of person who was good at confrontation. I always preferred to keep the peace.

“I’ll get there, eventually,” I muttered. “At least we don’t have to deal with Ben.”

Brady looked aghast. “Grace—”

“Oh, don’t freak out. I loved my brother, and I miss him, but he was a pain in the ass, too. And we both know he had a dark sense of humor.”

Slightly mollified, Brady said, “If you say so.”

“Grief isn’t just being sad all the time. You get angry, too. Why did my brother have to be on that road that day? Why couldn’t he have just stayed home for once?”

Brady was quiet. I could tell he looked uncomfortable. Despite the fact that he’d cried in my arms over his mom, he hadn’t wanted to talk about her since the funeral.

I couldn’t blame him. He was probably still in the denial stage of grieving. It took a second before it sank in that your loved one was not coming back.

I moved so I was in Brady’s arms, pressed up against him. We were both still high off of sex from the night before. Just thinking about it made me feel hot.

Brady’s eyes darkened. “What are you doing?” he rasped.

“Seeing if we can have some more fun this morning.”

He groaned when I began stroking his cock, already half hard. “You’re playing with fire.”

“Am I supposed to say I’d like to get burned? Because I would. Please and thank you.”

Brady rolled his eyes before he kissed me, hard. My lips felt swollen from last night, so our kiss felt even more intense.

I clung to him, desire rising inside me quickly. I’d never thought sex could be like this.

Sure, I’d dreamed about it, hoped for it, but the reality couldn’t compare to my fantasies. Because reality meant being able to touch Brady wherever I wanted, to hear him groan and growl, to feel his cock deep inside me.

I shivered.

“We don’t have to have sex again,” Brady murmured as he kissed my ear. “Especially if you’re too sore.”

“I’m okay. More than okay.” I wrapped my arms around his neck. “Do whatever you want to me, Brady.”

That made his eyes darken. “You sure about that?”

I nodded eagerly. With a wicked smile, Brady turned me over onto my stomach so I was lying across his lap, just like that time at the Scarlet Rope.

I was wearing only booty shorts and a tank, so it was short work to strip me bare. Brady massaged the globes of my ass.

“It sounds like my girl needs a spanking,” he said in that tone that made me wet. “My sweet little virgin just wants a cock inside her all the time, doesn’t she?”

I swallowed. “Yes,” I whispered.

Brady spanked me with one sharp slap. I gasped.

“I didn’t hear you,” he growled.

I looked over my shoulder at him. “Yes, I want your cock inside me,” I said.

A flush spread over his nose and cheeks. Then he spanked me again, making us both groan.

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