Page 7 of His Brave Girl

Her hands grip onto my shirt, tugging me closer. Her hips working to rub against me. Legs starting to climb my thighs. Ihoist her up around my waist and press her against the side of my truck. Completely consumed in the moment. The world is fading into the background of the explosion that’s taking place. We’re like wild animals. Raw and savage, and horny as fucking hell.

My hips take control, thrusting forward. Trying to fuck her like I would if we weren’t restricted by our clothes. Desperate to give us both the friction we crave. My breaths come out as ragged grunts, wanting to force the orgasm out of her. Presley’s head falls back against the cold metal and sexy little moans start panting from her plump lips. She’s getting closer to her climax, and I’m desperate to make her come.

I pick up my pace. Grinding down harder. Putting pressure on her clit. My eyes lock down on her two stiff peaks poking through her shirt. God, she grew up these last five years, breaking every mold of perfection. Exceeding everything I’ve ever wanted in a girl. And now…I want to exceed her expectations. I want to prove that I’m worthy to be her boyfriend.

“Give it to me, Pres. I need this sexy body to come apart for me.”

A needy little whimper responds to my plea, and her back goes arching as she crashes right into her orgasm. My cock keeps pumping forward, rubbing vigorously, making sure every ounce of pleasure is ground out of her. Watching her beautiful face as the heat washes over her. Her cheeks pinkening. Her teeth sinking into her lower lip. Every flawless feature cinched with pleasure.

The sight of her wrecks me, and my own release slams in. An explosion so powerful it nearly takes me out on the first strike. I’m barely able to hold us up. The convulsions rock me hard. Every nerve ending charged as the current runs through. Damn, she’s knocked me on my ass. She just blew my fucking worldapart. The feelings I have for her are no longer innocent and sweet. I’ve just become obsessed. My chest is pounding with a need I’ve never felt in my life.

When I finally pull my mouth from hers and open my eyes, I see it. The truth is in her eyes. The emotion shining full and bright—right before she shuts it down. A coldness washes over her face and her walls go shooting up.

“Good.” She nods, dropping her legs back to the ground. “Now that we have that out of our systems, we can move on with our lives.”

Move on? Not a fucking chance. But challenge fucking accepted. If she wants me to chase, I’ll fucking bowl her over and tackle her heart to the ground. I’ve never felt a connection so intense, and I definitely won’t be walking away from it.

“Not a chance, Presley.” I grab ahold of her stubborn chin, locking her under my stare. “This isn’t stopping. It’s only just beginning. You want to put your walls back up, be my fucking guest. But be prepared because I plan on destroying them.”

Her beautiful eyes stay locked on mine in her silence. Her lungs working awfully hard to draw in air. I feel the same fucking way. She takes my breath away. Makes it damn near impossible to concentrate, too. The fact that she’s trying to deny herself of what she clearly wants is proof that her wounds are still raw. But by the time I’m done, she won’t even remember the past. Hell, I’ve already forgotten mine.

“I have to go, Kyler, or I’m going to be late.” She starts to pull out of my arms, but I refuse to let her go.

“Late for what?”

“Dance.”

That answer doesn’t surprise me. Her toned body definitely shows her hard work and dedication to the sport. God, I remember how pretty she was up on that stage. I went to every single one of her recitals back in the day. Watching her performis when I realized I had my first crush. My best friend became my fairy-tale princess as she moved around the stage. Now, after what just transpired between us, she’s my fucking everything.

“Fine. But give me your phone number first.”

“No.” She shakes her head, making another attempt to shove me away. Damn, she’s stubborn. Another new feature to her personality, which is making my dick hard. He’s already ramping right back up, ready for a second round.

“It’s either that or I’ll be waiting for you when you get home, Pres.”

“Fine,” she huffs, rolling those pretty little eyes.

I reluctantly let her go and pull out my phone. And as she rattles off her number, I type a text and send it to her. Her phone buzzes in her pocket and her eye cocks up in question.

“Just making sure you didn’t give me a fake.” I lean down and place a kiss right by the side of her mouth. If I taste her again, I won’t be able to stop, and then she definitely will be late for dance. “Have fun at class. I’ll see you later, baby.” I turn and walk back to my truck, smiling when I hear her huff.

CHAPTER 5

Presley

Ilock my door and nearly fold in half, trying to catch the breath I’ve needed from the moment I saw him waiting in my driveway. The breath he swallowed from me when he pinned me against his truck and shattered me into a million blissful fragments. He makes me want things I shouldn’t. He makes me crave things that aren’t safe for my heart.

I pull out my phone, ready to erase his text, but his message stops me.

Kyler:Happy belated birthday, baby! I’ll give you your present later.

My chest tightens as a familiar warmth settles in. Since the day my mom ripped me from my home, it’s been cold in my world. But it’s as if we just picked up right where we left off. Only, now, the attraction is so intense it feels like some unstoppable force is drawing me to him. But as I look around my old kitchen, recalling what I had to fight through in order to get back here, in order to be able to keep myself upright, to be able to look at myself in the mirror again, I know I can’t go there.Kyler wasn’t just my best friend when we were kids, he was my everything. And out of all the guys in my life, he’s the only one who could truly destroy me.

I thought Maddock had, but I realized this afternoon, that what I felt for him didn’t even resemble love. But the truth that’s always lived inside my heart, knows exactly what Kyler means to me—even after all these years apart. Which is why I can only offer him a friendship. And the next time I see him, I need to make that clear. What happened today will never happen again.

To sayI was distracted during class tonight is an understatement. Everything kept replaying in my mind and I could barely focus. Thankfully, I’m good at dance so I was able to still follow along even though my head was nowhere near the room I was in. Now, I’m struggling to fall asleep because the adrenaline is still pumping through my veins and Kyler is still running through my mind.

My phone buzzes on my nightstand, and as soon as I see who sent me the text, butterflies decide to do pirouettes in my stomach.

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