Page 86 of There Are No Words

He laughed, a deep, throaty laugh that sent shivers down my spine.

How was it that, even with all the pain I was in, my body could have such an intense reaction to him? And not just him, but his laugh. Was there anything sensual about a laugh? I usually didn’t think so, but I found it sensual when this man took out the trash.Pathetic, I know.

“I’d much rather have you naked while I tug and roll your nipples between my fingers, but I’ll take just about anything I can get,” Brady finally answered. Then he did something I wasn’t expecting and tried to cover my breast with his hand, giving it a good squeeze as we walked into the movie.

I bit down on my bottom lip, trying my hardest not to moan.

He removed his hand and grazed his lips over my temple before giving me a kiss.

When I say it was all I could do not to turn around, jump in his arms, and demand that he take me to the bathroom so he could finger fuck me just to get rid of the ache between my legs, I meant it.

Trying to distract myself, I turned my attention to finding seats.

He pointed a couple rows down. “Those look good.”

I licked my lips and nodded. “These stairs are annoying.”

“Sorry. I could always pick you up.”

“Brady!” I admonished. “We can’t cause a scene.”

“Why the hell not? I don’t mind if everyone knows that I take care of what’s mine. And you and this baby are mine.”

We’re his.I loved the way that sounded. “That’s okay. I think I’ll walk.”

With my head down and my hand on my back, I focused on breathing as I took the stairs to our row.

One, two, three. Breathe.

One, two, three. Breathe.

One, two, three. Breathe.

“You’re doing great,” Brady praised, resting a hand on my shoulder as he trailed behind me.

I finally made it to our row and was about to let out ahallelujahwhen. . . “Maybe you can waddle your wide load a little faster, lady, okay?”

I gazed up at the man who’d said that. He was trying to leave the row we were looking to get into and was pissed, understandably so, because I was in his way. Although, I cringed, not only because of his harsh words, but because I knew Brady was going to—

“Excuse me,” Brady roared, moving his hand to my arm as he coaxed me to move off to the side while he got in the guy’s face.

The man didn’t so much as blink. In fact, he looked disinterested in Brady’s macho behavior. “Listen, pal, I want to get some popcorn and come right back here to watch the movie when it starts. Got that?”

Wow, if I were this man, I’d wish I was a snail so I could crawl into my shell. Honestly, any place other than in front of Brady would have been safer. “No, you listen to me, you piece of shit”—Brady’s hand left my arm and he pointed a finger directly in the guy’s face—“you’re going to apologize to my girl right now unless you feel like swallowing your teeth.”

The guy’s face contorted, and he looked. . . freaked out. Like he hadn’t been expecting that type of reaction from Brady. What was he expecting? He’d insulted me. “All right, whatever you want, man.” His eyes flickered back over to me. “I’m sorry, lady, okay?”

I opened my mouth to accept his apology so he could be on his way, but Brady wasn’t having it. Through gritted teeth, he said, “You can do better than that, you asshole. Try it again. This time with sincerity.”

This was the first time a man had stood up for me in this way, and I had to say, I didn’t hate it. In fact, I sort of appreciated it. It was nice to know that someone cared about me so much that they’d go to bat for me.

The man cleared his throat, narrowing his eyes as he looked at me. “I’m sorry for being impatient. It wasn’t fair to you. You’re pregnant, clearly, and I should have shut my mouth and waited.”

“Thank you,” I replied.

Brady turned to me and our eyes connected. He studied me before asking, “Are you okay?”

I nodded, almost chuckling at this intense side of Brady. Biting down on my lip, I managed, “I’m fine.”

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