Page 16 of Hard Bred

There’s a lightness to his tone, but something in the way his arms tighten around me suggests he means it more than he’s letting on.

Brady dips his head down and his lips find mine. The kiss he gives me starts slow and tender, but quickly gathers heat. Days of separation have left both of us starving for each other. I press against him needfully, savoring the size and strength of him.

I’m so lucky to be able to call this man mine.

Brady’s cock throbs against me, huge and brutally hard. My pussy aches for him as he slides his broad palms down to my hips, guiding me back toward the bed.

He sits on the edge, and I settle onto his lap, my curves fitting against his solid frame. Our kisses deepen, tongues sliding together. Brady’s hands roam my body with reverence, silently telling me how much he adores every inch of me.

In his hands, I feel cherished. I feel desired for being exactly the way I am.

We undress each other slowly, neither of us in any kind of hurry. When Brady’s hands cup my breasts, his thumbs brushing overmy hardened nipples, I arch into his touch with a needful moan. His mouth follows, hungrily sucking on my tits as his fingers drift lower, finding me already soaking wet for him.

His touch is sure and knowing, drawing moans from me that no one else would ever be able to. He knows my body so well now, knows exactly how to touch me, how to drive me wild. And I know him, too—know how he likes when I run my nails lightly down his muscular back, know the spot behind his ear that makes him growl when I kiss it.

“Brady,” I whimper as he slides his thick fingers in and out of me. “Please. I need you inside me.”

He sucks my juices off his fingers before wrapping his hand around his throbbing cock and guiding himself into me. I gasp as he stretches me and fills me deep.

“Better now, honey?” he rasps as he pushes all the way in.

I nod and tip my forehead against his. “Perfect. God, you feel so good.”

“Youfeel so good. Jesus, you make me so fucking hard.”

I laugh and steal a kiss. Then I look deep into his eyes and my heart starts pounding harder than it ever has before.

“I love you, Brady.”

He stills, his hands tightening on my hips. For a moment, he just looks at me with those gorgeous steel-blue eyes of his.

“I love you too, Claire.” His voice is full of raw emotion as he cups my face in his hands. “When I think about the future, all I can see is you. I picture us building a life together. Being married. Having babies.”

I nod, emotion rising in my throat. “That’s what I want, too.”

We move together, our bodies naturally finding the perfect rhythm. Brady fills me deep, each thrust sending a surge of pleasure through me. His hands caress my body like he’s memorizing every curve, every sensitive spot. When his thumb finds my clit, circling in time with his thrusts, pleasure builds tight in my core.

“That’s it, beautiful,” he says, voice strained with need. “Let me feel you come before I fill you with my seed.”

“Brady,” I choke out. “Oh, God.Harder.”

His cock pistons in and out of me, covered in my cream. My mouth drops open as an orgasm swells inside me. I cry out with pleasure and he keeps driving into me, his thrusts becoming more and more ragged as he nears his own climax.

One more thrust and I unravel, crying out his name as I come. Brady is right there with me, shooting hot ropes of cum into me as I’m riding out my orgasm. Gasping for air, I cling to him, and his strong arms hold me steady as he pumps his seed deep into my womb.

“I love you, Claire,” he says, his voice deep and tender. “I love you. I love you.”

And I realize, with a swell of blissful disbelief, that my wild fantasies about our future together very well might come true after all.

9

EPILOGUE – BRADY

FOUR YEARS LATER

My knees creak as I crouch beside the flower bed, watching Lily’s small hands press seeds into the dark soil. She’s got dirt under her fingernails and a look of fierce concentration on her face that reminds me so much of her mother. So does the determined set to her jaw and the way her tongue pokes out just slightly when she’s focused.

“Gentle, sweetheart,” I murmur, guiding her tiny fingers. “Just like Mama showed us.”

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