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Brody doesn’t miss my movements. He waits until I’ve taken him deep before shifting his hips, pushing deeper. “Touch yourself, Anna. Show me how wet you are.”

I gag, eyes beginning to water as I rip open my jeans and dive my hands into my panties. I’m drenched, the pretty lace soiled, but I already knew that. The first press of my fingertip to my clit has me bucking, Brody’s cock brushing the back of my throat before I pull back up.

“Show me,” he hisses.

“Okay,” I whimper.

I dip my finger inside myself just once before offering him my hand. With my lips spread around the tip of his cock, I watch as he releases my hair and takes hold of my wrist, bringing my finger to his mouth and sucking it clean. I clench around nothing, my mind splintering.

“Perfect,” he groans, returning his fingers to my hair. I shut my eyes, pushing back into his touch. “Get yourself off for me, sweetheart. Come with me.”

I’m already so close that I know it won’t take long. Sliding my hand back past the waistband of my jeans, I whimper at the pleasure my fingers bring. I work my clit with quick, hard circles, not needing much else.

Brody starts working himself into my mouth, helping speed up the pace as I stroke what I can’t fit and moan without a care. My cheeks burn with the strain of sucking them in, and my back begins to ache from being bent over, but the pain only drives me. Combined with the overload of pleasure, it’s not even a minute later that I’m coming, crying out around the cock in my mouth. My limbs shake and eyes go dark with pleasure before I hear him curse and pull me off his shaft.

I force myself to keep my eyes open and my grip on him strong as I stroke him hard and fast. He spits a curse before thick ropes of cum fly, painting the suddenly bare, muscled expanse of his lower stomach. My blinks are lazy when I tug my brows together and set my cheek against his thigh, catching my breath.

“Why did you pull me off?” I whisper.

The fingers curled in my hair relax and turn gentle as he strokes my head, his breath just as ragged. “I asked you what you wanted me to do, but you didn’t hear me. Didn’t want to risk it.”

I grin despite myself, pulling my hand from my jeans and wiping it on my thigh. “Yeah, I think my hearing blew for a bit there. For the record, you don’t have to pull me off next time.”

“Alright,” he says softly.

Still wearing my silly grin, I help get his jeans back up and buttoned before sitting on my ass and grabbing a napkin from the glovebox to wipe his stomach. He takes the dirty napkin and shoves it into a plastic bag before reaching into the back seat to dispose of it for now. Reluctantly, I start to shift back to my seat before he stops me with a heavy palm on my knee.

“Stay here. There’s a buckle hidden between the seats somewhere. Don’t want you all the way across the truck.”

My heart thumps. “Okay, but I can’t promise that I won’t fall asleep on your shoulder.”

He shakes his shoulder and gives me a crooked smile. “It’s all yours, Buttercup.”

The words strike harder than intended. I’m more positive now than ever that I’m all his too.

34

ANNALISE

Brody stepsinto my house and immediately kicks off his boots. I follow suit, our socks matching in a stupidly cute way. I grin stupidly at our feet before we shuck off our jackets. Leading him inside, I kick up the temperature on the thermostat on the way past, chilled from the cold walk up.

“Thank you for today, Brody.”

Just like I thought I would, I passed out for the rest of the truck ride home. One moment, I was tucking myself into his side, and the next, he was gently shaking me awake, parked in his spot in front of my house. It was instinct to ask him to come inside, even if we already indulged in dessert on the way back. I’ll take any time with him that I can get.

“My pleasure.”

“Do you want to stay for a while and watch a movie or something?” Heat trickles up my chest at the juvenility of the question.

He doesn’t seem to care, though. “Would love to.”

“Do you have a movie preference?” I ask, sitting on the couch, eyes eating up the confident sway of his body as he follows.

“Not really. I’m pretty easy.”

“What about a Christmas movie?” I turn the TV on and start sorting through the online movies. An idea sparks in my mind, curving my mouth. “A Hallmark one?”

He sits beside me, the cushion dipping beneath his weight. I don’t bother pretending I don’t want to be close to him. In two scoots, I’m curled around his side, his arm automatically draping along the couch behind my head.

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