Page 26 of Strong Coffee

“Brady,” I said gently, not wanting to spook him.

He stopped, spinning on me. “I need you.”

“Really.” It wasn’t a question, but he nodded anyway. “Tell me why.”

Brady looked around him, waiting for a couple to pass us before he continued, “I like the way you make me feel. I like the fact that we haven’t known each other for years and that we only just met.” He took a deep breath. “I like how exciting this feels. It’s as if you’re willing to do anything...anywhere. You’re not selfish...I...”

“Was Shane selfish with you?” I asked, taking a step toward him.

“Not selfish exactly but he was comfortable. We know each other too well and I think that was our downfall.”

“So, if you and I got to know each other better, do you think it wouldn’t do us any good?” I tilted my head, not understanding where he was coming from.

“I think Shane and I knew a long time ago that it wouldn’t work between us. Maybe both of us were selfish.” Brady shoved a hand through his hair. “I’m not making any sense.”

“No.” I closed that final space between us, not taking my eyes off of his. “I get it. You say Shane wasn’t selfish with you or that’s not really the word you would use to describe it, but I actually think he was. I think because he didn’t want to let you go, even though youclearly aren’t right for each other, he didn’t want anyone else to have you either.”

“Maybe.”

Grabbing hold of Brady’s belt, I pulled him toward me. “Am I wrong?”

His jaw clenched. “No. But you’re not exactly right either.”

“You’re stalling.” I chuckled. “Just answer the question, Brady. Does Shane not want you and also not want anyone else to have you either?”

“Maybe.” Brady turned away and began walking in the other direction. “How the hell am I supposed to know what’s going on through his thick skull?”

My body tingled with need for this guy. This guy I had only just met but could bring me to my knees by a mere wink.

Before I could stop myself, I stomped toward him. Grabbing his upper arm, I spun him around and shoved him into a nearby alley.

“What the hell, Cam?”

“Shut.” My hand caught his jaw in a firm grip. “The.” My fingers dug into his cheeks. “Fuck.” I leaned my face close to his, getting in his personal space. “Up.”

His nostrils flared, his eyes darkening.

“That will be the last time you ever walk away from me. Like I told you before, I’m too old for games. You want to yell? Yell. You want to fight? Fight me. You want to fuck? You know exactly what to do. But don’t you dare ever walk away from me again. You understand?”

Brady nodded. “Yes.”

“Good boy.” I released his jaw and lightly tapped his cheek. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want you to fuck me.”

“That’s obvious.” I rolled my eyes for added effect. “Tell me in more detail what you want, Brady. I want your words.”

He took a deep breath and then another. Just when I thought he wouldn’t speak, he gave me a cheeky grin.

He closed the distance between us, grabbing hold of my waist and pushing his pelvis into mine. “I want you to fuck me. I want to feel every inch of you sliding deeper and deeper into my ass.” His mouth found the side of my throat. “I want you to do it slowly, painfully, as I memorize every vein, every inch of your thick cock.”

“Fuck me,” I breathed.

“No, Cam.” He bit down, hard. “Youwill fuckme.”

The next thing I knew, he had me pressed up against the wall behind me. His pelvis ground against mine, both of our cocks growing and getting ready for each other.

Reaching up, I captured his head between my hands and pulled him toward me to meet the impact of my mouth.

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