Page 44 of The Neighbor's Son

“I didn’t like him speaking to you that way,” he growls, teeth grinding together. “Honestly, I seriously wanted to punch him, but we both know he can beat my ass.”

We both chuckle.

We’re getting somewhere.

“The fact that you came to my aid was sweet and admirable. Thank you.” I reach up and stroke my fingers into his dusty hair. “And when I asked for privacy to speak to him, you didn’t act jealous or refuse to. You gave me the space I needed. Very mature for a man with zero dating experience. I trained you well.”

He gives me an adorable, dopey smile at my teasing. I’m too distracted by how cute he is and end up pulling him to my lips for a kiss. The kiss turns filthy quick. It’s as if we spent weeks apart rather than an hour or two.

He manhandles me into the bathroom and pushes me over the sink. The heat flaming in his eyes tells me he has a fantasy he’s looking forward to giving in to. I’m game for wherever this goes.

“We never finished our talk,” I say as he roughly yanks my skirt up over my ass.

He grunts and jerks my panties down my thighs to my knees. “How did your conversation go with him?”

“Fine.” I bite on my lip as he pushes his cock against my pussy.

Brayden pushes all the way into me as he pulls on my hair. It’s painful on both ends, but seeing the animalistic expression on his face as he fucks into me is worth it. He’s claiming me and I love it.

“This ass is so fucking beautiful,” he rasps out, looking down between us. “So perfect.”

Because he’s so hot all feral like this, I’m aroused which has him easily slipping in and out of me. Each thrust is bruising but sends zings of pleasure through me.

“Mine, mine, mine,” he chants with each thrust. “Say it, babe.”

“I’m yours,” I choke out, legs shaking with need.

“That’s my girl.”

He fucks me hard and fast. And then, to my utter surprise, when he comes, he doesn’t pull out. Our eyes meet in the mirror, his daring mine to argue. My heart twists happily at the promises he makes with one penetrating stare.

You’re mine.

Always.

No matter what.

His thrusting slows now that he’s climaxed, and he speaks again. “What did he want anyway?”

“To talk about getting back together.”

He frowns. “What the—”

“Bray, kiddo, where are you?”

“Shit, my dad’s here.”

So much forthatconversation.

He pulls out, yanks up his pants, and escapes out of the bathroom all within three seconds. I’m left still bent over, cumrunning down my thighs, wondering if I’ve just lost my mind to be okay with this.

My smile reflecting in the mirror says I’m stupidly falling hard for Brayden, and I don’t care if that makes me crazy.

Brayden

To get back together.

Get. Back. Together.

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