Page 76 of Bragg's Love

Chapter 24

Do you think Miller handcuffed Eden to his bed so she couldn’t escape? ~ Text from Elder to the Bragg brothers

Miller

Ifeel Eden stir in my embrace before she grasps my arm from around her waist and lifts it up. She holds my arm in the air as she scooches out from under it. Once she’s clear, she lays my arm down before rolling off the bed.

I prop my chin on my elbow and watch as she searches the room for her clothes. She won’t find them. Not since I hid them in the middle of the night while she was passed out from orgasm number four before orgasms number five and six.

She huffs before fisting her hands at her waist. Her breasts jiggle with the movement and my cock twitches like he didn’t have Eden three times last night. I order him to calm down before I throw my t-shirt at her.

“Eek!” she shouts as the t-shirt hits her and falls to the ground. “You’re awake.”

“I’ve been enjoying the Eden sneaking out show.”

She narrows her eyes on me. “Were you pretending to be asleep?”

“Yep. I wasn’t letting you sneak out of my bed again.”

She snorts. “I’m surprised you didn’t tie me to the bed to make sure I couldn’t leave.”

“Next time, I will.”

Her nostrils flare with intrigue before her face blanks and she sasses, “Maybe there won’t be a next time.”

“There will be a next time. I guaran-fucking-tee it.”

“Whatever,” she mumbles. “Where are my clothes?”

“Put on the t-shirt. We have things to discuss.”

“Maybe I want to leave.”

I stand and her eyes drop to my cock. He awakens upon her perusal. She licks her lips and I bite back my groan. I shouldn’t want her again. Not after we spent the entire night drowning in each other. But I do. I have a feeling I’ll be old and gray and barely able to walk and I’ll still want her. Fine by me.

“Guess we’re having this discussion naked.”

“I didn’t agree to a discussion.” She crosses her arms over her chest pushing up her breasts. If she’s trying to distract me, it won’t work. Not this time.

“You called me your man last night,” I remind her.

She scowls. “And I told you it didn’t mean anything.”

“Darling girl, it meant the fucking world to me.”

“Are we doing this now?” she asks.

“I said we were.”

“Fine.” She picks the t-shirt up and puts it on. Considering I’m a full foot taller than her, she drowns in it.

I stalk toward her but she wags a finger at me. “Nuh-uh. If I have to be dressed, so do you.”

I scooch past her and grab a pair of sweats from a drawer. I leave out a t-shirt. I’m not immune to how much Eden enjoys checking out my chest. Once I’m dressed, I shackle her wrist and lead her toward my kitchen.

“Let me make you breakfast.”

“You can cook?”

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