Page 73 of Memories of Us

My balls reflexively pulled closer to my body.

Don't worry, boys. She likes you too much to rip you off.

I think.

Me:I'll handle her.

Bradley:Oh hell, man. You have a death wish.

Bradley:You better hope she doesn't ever read that shit.

Bradley:Beka isn't one to be handled.

Almost on cue, Beks gave a soft, happy groan and stretched out beneath the coves.

Me:I'll be there tonight. Confirm it.

I dropped the phone to the floor and shifted across the king-size bed to curl against her warm, naked body. Her honey brown eyes fluttered open, and a small smile spread up her cheeks.

I sucked in a breath. Bedhead, cheeks flushed, and happy, this woman was a dream. I nuzzled her shoulder and bit the back of her neck. No doubt she felt my rock-hard dick pressing into her thigh, eager for another round.

A pounding knock at the door caused both our heads to lift and turn toward the sound.

“Expecting someone?” she asked, still half asleep. “I'm not down with sharing, so you know. None of that ménage shit.”

Content with ignoring whoever was at the door, I covered her body with mine, nestling my dick between her ass cheeks. “I'm not sharing you, baby. You're mine and mine only. I'll break the fucker who tries to touch you.”

“So possessive,” she grumbled with a smirk.

“You love it.”

“I—” Another impatient knock from the door cut her off. “Dammit, B, just go see who it is, would you?”

“It's either my dad,” I said into her dark hair, taking a deep sniff of the coconut scent, “or....”

With her elbow pressed into the bed, she hauled me off her back. “Who?”

“No one, baby,” I groaned, grabbing her waist to keep her on the bed. “It's no one. Just leave it.”

At my next tug, she wiggled out of my loose grip with a mischievous smile. “The suspense is killing me,” she joked, then slid my T-shirt over her head. On her tiptoes, she sashayed out of the bedroom with a hint of her perfect ass peeking out beneath the black tee.

At least there wasn't a place for her to hide a gun dressed like that.

In the distance, the deadbolt snapped back and the door swooshed open. Low, muffled voices filtered down the hall as I swung my legs over the side of the bed. A familiar deep one shot a surge of rage into my blood.

Dad.

“Fuck.” My pants only halfway up, I strode out of the bedroom. By the time I reached where the two faced off in the entryway, the jeans were loose around my hips, though still unbuttoned.

Beks stood a foot from the threshold, arms crossed over her chest, glaring at Dad. He looked amused at the fury behind her eyes. There was also a gleam in his eye that said he'd already mentally undressed my girl in the thirty-second span.

“What do you want?” I barked as I pulled the mostly naked Beks behind my back.

“I called to schedule the jet, but they said it was already here and you were headed back tomorrow too. So here I am.” He shrugged and leaned a shoulder against the doorframe. To anyone else, it looked like he wanted to appear casual, but the way his gaze kept bouncing behind me, it was a ploy to get a better visual on her.

I shot him a look of warning and turned to the furious beauty. “Go get some clothes on.”

“I'm fine,” she said, shifting that glare to me.

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