Page 81 of The Breaking Point

“Won’t Brady have condoms?” I asked.

“He might, and if he’s smart, he should. But do you know how many times I’ve been with guys who suddenly either don’t fit into any brands or are magically all out that night?” Kelly sighed. “Men are scum. Why do we date them?”

My lips twitched. “Maybe you should set the bar higher for yourself.”

Kelly had wandered into her bathroom and then returned with a whole collection of condoms. “Here. I have all kinds of sizes. These purple ones are flavored.”

I took her offering of condoms, nonplussed. “How much sex do you think we’re going to have?”

“You’re right. Give me back all but three of those and buy your own next time.”

We had a faux tussle with me ending up with ten condoms. Kelly opened one of the flavored ones and licked it. She made a face. “Yeah, that’s not good.”

I gave it a lick and had to agree. It tasted like something, but it wasn’t grape.

“My first time was terrible,” Kelly said as she tried to blow up the purple condom. “It lasted like three minutes. I asked the guy if he was in. At least he was too small for it to hurt.”

I’d imagined my first time on many occasions. And, of course, Brady was almost always the guy who took my virginity.

“I’m worried I’ll be too awkward to be good at it,” I admitted.

“You probably will be, but that’s okay. Just like blowing up a condom”—Kelly grinned as she tried to tie off the air-filled condom—“you get better with practice. And it helps if your partner knows what he’s doing, which Brady does. I’m sure you’ll have an amazing time. I bet you even have an orgasm, you little shit.”

I blushed, hoping Kelly was right. But at the same time, I didn’t expect that Brady and I would have sex tonight.

What if he does want to sleep with me?The thought made me shiver with anticipation.

When the doorbell rang, I nearly ran to answer it. Brady wore a button-up shirt and slacks with his hair slicked back. His collar was open, and I had the sudden urge to taste that spot at the base of his throat.

He also held a bouquet. “Wow,” he said, his eyes widening. “You look fucking amazing.”

“Thank you. So do you.”

He handed me the flowers, a cluster of red roses. “I realize now that since this is your friend’s place, you can’t leave the flowers here.”

“I don’t mind taking them with us. Do you want to come inside?”

“No, I don’t want to break any rules before we even start.”

I was about to ask him what he meant when Kelly came up behind me. Then she reached out a hand to Brady. “Kelly Wright, nice to meet you. I’m a huge fan.”

Brady returned the handshake. “Love to hear it. Nice to meet you, Kelly.”

Kelly shot me a mischievous grin. “Okay, well, you two have fun. You put those items I gave you in your purse?”

Brady asked, “Items?”

I blushed scarlet. “Uh, yeah. See you later, Kelly.”

Brady took me out to one of the new sushi spots that had recently opened near the Grove. After Brady had handed his keys to the valet attendant, we were escorted to a Japanese-style room with sliding doors, a low table, and bamboo mats.

We sat down and gave our drink orders to our server. Brady said, “I might not have thought this plan through.”

“What? Why not?”

He winced and then repositioned his legs. “Sitting like this is uncomfortable as hell.”

I laughed. “I’m okay.”

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