Page 82 of My Brother's Forbidden Friend

“I have an IUD and I’m clean.”

He stares at me for a long time. “Me too.” He shakes his head. “I mean clean. No IUD.”

I laugh and lower my hands to his ass, pushing him so the tip of his dick enters me.

“Are you sure? I’m in no rush.”

I nod. “I’m positive.”

He bites his lip. “Well, shit, I feel like my manhood is about to be challenged.”

My head rears back in laughter. “Why?” I ask once I regain control of myself.

“Because being inside you bare, it’s going to be hard as hell not to come immediately. If I’m staring off into space, it’s just because I’m thinking about that duck chasing me instead of your warm, wet pussy.”

I shake my head. “Cam?”

He runs his finger along my hairline again. “Yes, girlfriend?”

“Get inside me.”

“So bossy.” He slides into me, and I open wider for him, making room for his hips. “Oh shit.”

“Already?” I ask.

He smiles at me. “No.”

He lowers his body and captures my lips as he circles his hips, making love to me, tattooing himself to my soul and lasting a lot longer than either of us thought he would.

If he thinks my referring to myself as his girlfriend is big, he’d probably fall over if I admitted the truth—I love him.

* * *

“You want us over for dinner?” I ask Marla for the fourth time since she called me after work today. “Why? It’s Cam.”

“Yes, it’s Cam, and we want to meet him as your special someone.”

Special someone? “Okay.”

“Good. Dinner is on Sunday.”

I grip the phone tighter. “Sunday? That’s family dinner night.”

“Yes,” she says. “His role in our family has changed now.”

“You can’t be serious.”

“Be here by five. No need to bring anything. I’ve got it all handled. Gotta go. See you then.” She hangs up before I can argue with her. Damn that woman.

I arrive home a few minutes later and Cam is on the floor of the family room with Gunner up on the couch. He’s sketching a new design for an older boat he just bought.

“Hey, girlfriend,” he says because he can’t seem to stop referring to me by that moniker.

“Hey, boyfriend.” I walk over, and Gunner gets up, coming over to me so I’ll pet him, which I do. “We’ve been summoned to the big house.”

His pencil drops. “Really?”

I nod. “Sunday dinner.”

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