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“I’m going to be fighting at your side,” he says, kissing my nose. Then he grimaces. “After I let Matt kick the shit out of me.”

“He wouldn’t dare,” I say. “I won’t let him.”

Braden shrugs, even lying down. “No, I deserve it. But after he gets it out of his system, I think he’ll come around.”

I insist he’s wrong and Matt won’t be that upset. We make a bet on it, one I’m certain I’ll win. He’s just as certain my big brother is going to tear his head off and shove it up his ass and we keep coming up with more and more gruesome ways he’ll be punished for daring to set his sights on me.

Hearing that he’s still willing to take a beating for me makes me want him again. Without another word, I crawl on top of him. I can already feel him hardening beneath me once again and he quickly flips me over.

“This round won’t be romantic, Angel,” he says, lifting me from my stomach so I’m on all fours in front of him. “Good,” I say, as he licks his fingers before reaching one hand to my clit as he strokes himself with his other. Within seconds, I’m dripping for him yet again.I don’t think I could ever grow tired of this.He pushes inside me in one, long thrust and I feel like I could burst with how full he makes me.

As his thrusts quickly grow more frantic, he never stops strumming my clit. I find myself shoving my face into a pillow to muffle my screams. Nothing has ever felt this incredible. We come simultaneously and he immediately flips us to our sides, remaining inside me as we lay back. I wish this moment would last forever.

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After a while we realize we’ve been in his room for a couple hours. It’s a miracle my mother hasn’t come looking for me, though this would be the last place she’d look. That makes me never want to leave. Braden gives me strength, though, as we get our clothes back on and he takes a peek into the hall to see if we can make a break for it without getting caught. We want one peaceful afternoon together before we confess.

With a quick kiss before I hurry out to wait for him outside, he smiles down at me, eyes full of wonder, and something else that makes my heart sing.

But what if he’s right about Matt? What if this destroys their lifelong friendship that’s so important to Braden, and what if my big brother never speaks to me again?

Chapter 8

Braden

It’s nearly impossible to count down the five minute head start I give Carly so that no one notices us together. We want to have some fun and peace exploring this budding relationship before we go public. She seems to think we’ll be waiting a while, but I don’t think I’ll be able to keep my feelings under wraps for long.

She’s mine. Always was and always will be. It just took some strangers sniffing around her to open my eyes to that fact, though I’m sure they would have been opened anyway with the way things had changed between us.

I spot her on the porch swing, where we had our first kiss, kicking her smooth legs and humming happily. My heart does something strange, and I stop, just to take her in for a moment. I know what that feeling is. I fucking love this girl. She’s gorgeous, glowing, and perfectly relaxed.

Until one of the goobers slams out of the front door.

“There you are,” he says, as if he owns her. She bristles and jumps up as he starts to sit beside her. “I thought we were going to play volleyball in the pool this morning? Where did you disappear to?”

When he deigns to tell her it’s all right, they still have time to go on a hike, she tries to tell him she’s made other plans. He grabs for her wrist but by that time I’m standing between them,glaring down at the guy who thinks he can put his hands on my woman.

“Carly has other plans,” I say.

He stutters and steps back, giving Carly a dirty look. My fists clench, drawing his eyes from her as he pales.

“I have other plans,” she reiterates.

He slinks away and she throws her arms around me, then jumps back in case anyone’s around. “That was awesome. So freeing.”

“You’re free of them. Not of me,” I say, holding out my hand.

She grins. “I don’t want to be free of you.”

She clasps her fingers with mine and we set off on a rigorous trail, taking our time so she can whip out her little sketchbook and draw a fern or a flower. I snap at least a thousand pictures to commemorate our first date together. It’s nonstop laughter until we realize we should have packed a lunch. We both skipped breakfast and now we’re starving. Not even my kisses can keep her mind off of food this time and we head back, hand in hand until we get within sight of the cabin.

She sighs as she lets go. “I don’t like the secrecy.”

“Then let’s tell them right now.” I head toward the door, but she stops me, biting her lip.

“A little more time. I don’t want to watch you get your head bashed in by Matt.”

I laugh. “So you’re already conceding on the bet? You admit he’s not going to take it well?”

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