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  “Oh yeah.” He took her mouth in a hungry kiss and groaned as he ground his cock against the soft curve of her stomach. “I’ve dreamed of fucking you hard and deep, you begging me not to stop.”

  He licked his tongue inside her mouth as he rolled her nipple between two fingers. “I’ve dreamed of sliding my cock in this beautiful mouth,” he nipped her lower lip, “having you suck me and lick me until I come so hard I think I might have died.”

  She moaned and ground her sex against his thigh, and his groan echoed hers when he felt how wet and ready she was for him.

  “I’ve dreamed of having you a thousand different ways,” he slid his hand between them, down her belly, “and none of them even compares to this.” He slipped his fingers into the slick folds between her legs, slid his middle finger inside. “So tight, so hot,” he groaned as his cock jerked and pulsed, frantic to get inside her.

  His thumb circled her clit, and her fingers dug into his shoulders as her inner muscles clenched around his hand. “Brady, please.”

  The sound of his name on her lips was enough to make bead of pre-come form on the tip of his cock, and he knew he couldn’t wait anymore.

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  Molly made a little sound of protest as he abruptly removed his hand, leaving her throbbing with need, unbelievably close to another orgasm as though she hadn’t been coming her brains out mere minutes ago. “Why are you stopping?” she practically wailed.

  “Condom,” he said curtly and bent to grab his pants off of the floor. There was some fumbling but finally he extracted his wallet. He pulled two foil packets out and tossed one on the nightstand.

  Some of the sex fueled haze in her brain dissipated as the reality of what she was about to do hit. She was about to have sex with Brady McManus, the kind of guy who was with a different woman every weekend, the kind of guy who carried condoms in his wallet because he never knew when he was going to get lucky.

  “Wow, aren’t you prepared,” she said with a weak little laugh as he ripped open the packet and rolled it down the impressive length of his erection. Brady was a big man, she thought with a little shiver, and that part of his anatomy was definitely in proportion.

  He climbed back on the bed and rolled her onto her back. He ran his hands along the inside of her thighs, urging them apart. “Does it make you feel better to know they’ve been in there for a while?”

  It did. But it shouldn’t. There was no reason she should even care if Brady had been with someone else last night. That was why she was doing this with someone like him. Why she wanted the opposite of what she’d just ended.

  Nothing but sex. All of the pleasure, none of the emotional complications.

  “Something tells me your definition of a while and mine would be much different,” she said in a shaky whisper as he settled himself between her legs.

  “You might be surprised,” he rumbled as he gripped his cock in his hand and guided himself to her entrance.

  Her heart felt like it was going to pound out of her chest at the feel of the broad head of his cock pressing against her. And then, oh God, he was squeezing inside. So big and thick and totally overwhelming. OhmyGodohmyGodohmyGod. The litany echoed in her head. She was really doing this. She was really having sex with someone other than Josh for the first time in her entire life and that someone was Brady McManus, and this was possibly the worst idea she’d ever had—

  “It’s okay, Molly” he said, as though reading her thoughts. He rested his weight on his elbows and cupped her head in his hands. “It’s all going to be okay.” He kissed her then, hot and unexpectedly sweet at the same time. His hips rocked against hers, and she felt her body relax to take him deeper.

  “God, you feel so good,” he murmured, his tongue tangling with hers as he took her in slow, firm strokes, going deeper with every thrust until he was all the way inside.

  Her momentary uncertainty faded into the ether at the sensation of him inside her. Huge and hard, awakening nerve endings she never knew she had. “So do you,” she moaned as he withdrew almost completely then back with a hard thrust.

  Just like that, she was back on the edge, rippling and pulsing around him as he hooked her knee under his elbow so he could go even deeper.

  She slid her hands down his back, savoring the feel of his muscles bunching under smooth skin. Her palms curved around his rock hard ass, urging him harder, faster as she felt her body go as tight as a bow string.

  Then she was gone, shattering into a million pieces hurtling up into the stratosphere as pleasure beyond anything she’d ever felt crashed through her.

  He didn’t stop his hard, heavy thrusts, riding her through it. Drawing it out until she became convinced if she sustained this level of pleasure for another second she was going to die.

  Finally the last wave ceded and she looked up at him, mesmerized at the sight of him braced above her. His face was a tight mask, eyes squeezed shut almost as though he was in pain. The muscles of his arms and chest stood out in stark relief as his hips pounded in a relentless rhythm.

  Suddenly he stiffened against her, his hands holding her hips tight as he held himself deep inside her. A groan ripped from his chest as he came, shuddering against her.

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  Brady felt his arms give out, his muscles turned to mush in the wake of the most intense orgasm he’d ever had. He barely managed to roll to the side so he wouldn’t crush Molly with his much heavier weight. He wrapped his arm around her and pulled her close as he tried to make sense of what just happened.

  He’d always known—even when it seemed like an impossibility—if he ever had sex with Molly it would be different. Just the sheer force of his desire for her, combined with the tangle of emotions she sent swirling around inside him, made it unlikely that being with her would be anything like he’d experienced with other women.

  But nothing could have prepared him for sex like this.

  He’d had lots of different kinds of sex in his life. Lusty sex. Angry sex. Drunk sex. Even sex that had him laughing.

  But he’d never had sex like this. All consuming, leaving him feeling like he’d been pulled apart and put back together but now the pieces didn’t quite line up. Sex that left him with the undeniable knowledge that for better or worse, everything had changed.

  “I’ll be right back,” he said and rolled off the bed. He walked to the bathroom and dealt with the condom. Pull it together, he told himself harshly. Keep your fucking game face on.

  He walked back out into the main room and found that Molly had pulled the covers up to her chin.

  “Is something wrong?” Molly asked, uncertainty in her voice.

  Apparently his game face wasn’t in place yet.

  He gave himself a mental shake. He may have just had his world knocked entirely off its axis, but that was the last thing he needed to share with her right now.

  Forcing his expression into a relaxed smile he walked over to the bed and tugged the covers down. His cock stirred at the sight of her all flushed and naked against the stark white sheets.

  He settled down next to her and tucked her tighter against him. “Are you kidding me? I just came so hard I thought I was going to have a heart attack. I couldn’t be better.”

  His smile widened at the way her cheeks flushed and a pleased smile teased her lips. No way he could resist the urge to kiss it away.

  He threaded his fingers through the thick silk of her hair and bent his head to hers. Her soft mouth parted eagerly under his with a breathy sigh. “The idea of nearly killing me makes you smile?” he sucked her bottom lip between his teeth and gave her a gentle nip.

  “No, but the fact that I can satisfy you does,” she said.

  He lifted his head. “You weren’t seriously worried about that, were you?”

  Her gaze drifted to somewhere around his throat and her shoulders shrugged against the pillow. “It’s been an issue in the past,” she said softly.

  He gave his head a little shake as her words hit him like a suc
ker punch. “You’ve gotta be kidding me.”

  “I shouldn’t be talking about this right now,” she said and tried to push away. “You don’t want to hear about this.”

  He rolled his weight more fully on her and threw a leg over hers, pinning her gently against the mattress. “You’re right. I don’t want to talk about you fucking another man.” He wouldn’t admit it right now, how he’d been going crazy over the past several months even thinking of Josh touching her, running his hands over creamy naked skin.

  Calling himself all kinds of stupid because for fuck’s sake, the dude was her fiancé and sex generally went with the program.

  And he couldn't tell her how he’d felt a sharp burst of satisfaction that night when Sadie had joked with him about how she and Molly were both hard up, that Molly’s sex life with Josh was evidently lacking.

  Stupid, but the idea that she wasn’t getting what she wanted from the other guy made Brady perversely happy.

  Almost as happy as he’d felt when he learned Josh ditched Molly for good.

  But the flip side of that was that all along Molly had felt inadequate. Undesirable.

  His desire to hop a plane to Texas and hunt down Josh Patton and punch him in the neck for making Molly feel even a lick of insecurity was only outweighed by his need to show Molly how wrong that asshole was.

  “I want to talk about you fucking me,” he said gruffly and ground his hips against the softness of her thigh. Felt a jolt of heat at the way her eyes widened and her breath caught.

  “You’re already—”

  “That’s right, I’m already hard again,” he said. He grabbed her hand and pulled it between them. His breath hissed between his lips at the feel of her slim fingers wrapping tightly around him. “You make me so hot I’m like a goddamn teenager.” Rock hard and ready to go as if he hadn’t just had the best orgasm of his life mere minutes ago.

  She stroked him, slowly at first, like she was getting used to the feel of him. He held himself still, resisting the need to wrap his fist around hers and urge her to pump him faster, harder. Letting her explore.

  He did some exploring of his own, his hands cupping her glorious tits, his fingers pinching and plucking at her nipples. He couldn’t decide what was hotter: the sight of her pale, feminine hand wrapped around his cock or the sight of his big, tan hands against her smooth, pale skin.

  All he knew was he was about to come from a hand job for the first time since he was a teenager, before the novelty of having a real live girl jerk him off had faded.

  Her thumb circled around the head, slicking him with the bead of pre-come that had formed. He said her name on a shaky groan as every muscle in his body tightened with need. He reached down and gently tugged her hand away. “You need to stop that now or I’m going to come again.”

  He rolled to his back and pulled her on top of him with her knees spread on either side of him. Her breasts hung in his face and he licked a nipple into his mouth and sucked her hard, groaning at the way she shifted and moaned, her thighs tightening around his flanks.

  He gripped her hips and shifted her so his cock nestled against her cleft. He groaned as she rocked her hips, surrounding him in her slick heat until he felt like the top of his head was going to blow off.

  “So fucking hot,” he murmured against the curve of her breast, knowing he should stop before it was too late, but unable to resist the feel of her with no barrier in between them.

  He felt a familiar tingle at the base of his spine, the muscles of his thighs pulling tight. He reached one fumbling hand out toward the bedside table, pawing around until his hand closed over the condom he’d placed there.

  His other hand reached down and wrapped tight around the base of his cock, fending off his orgasm as he ripped open the foil packet with his teeth.

  He relied on muscle memory to get the condom in place. He took Molly’s hand and guided it between them. “Put me in.”

  She rose on her knees to obey. Sweat beaded on his forehead at the feel of her, so hot and tight. And then, Christ, the sight of his cock sliding into her as she sank down, taking all of him.

  She started to raise her hips but he stilled her. “Don’t. Don’t move yet.” He wrapped his hand around her neck and pulled her mouth down to his.

  The feel of her tongue against his, her tight sex pulsing and squeezing around him…the orgasm he’d managed to hold off was roaring back to life.

  And then, when she began to rock her hips, her muscles rippling around him as though trying to pull him deeper…

  He reached his hand between them and found her clit with his thumb. Circling, rubbing, he felt a surge of satisfaction as she moaned against his mouth, her movements becoming more frantic.

  He wasn’t going to last much longer, and no way in hell he wasn’t taking her with him.

  “Oh, God, Brady,” she panted, spreading her legs wide to take him even deeper. Then she let out a choked cry and stiffened against at the precise moment his own orgasm hit him in a flash of blinding white heat.

  His hips rocked up off the bed, his fingers digging into the soft curves of her ass as he ground himself against her.

  Her muscles tightened around him, milking him until he was wrung out and limp as a wet rag.

  Minutes or possibly hours later, she stirred against him and mumbled something against his chest.

  “What’s that?” he said as his hand stroked lazily down her back.

  She braced her elbows and lifted her head. “I asked if that was another heart attack,” she said with an impish smile.

  He chuckled and raised his head so he could reach her mouth. “I think that one was more like a stroke.”

  He rolled to the side to relieve her of his weight. Her blond curls tickled his skin and he couldn’t resist the urge to bury his nose and take a deep inhale.

  Damn she smelled good. All flowery and citrusy, mixed with the deeper musk of sex. His hand trailed up and down the silky skin of her back, savoring the curves and hollows as she rested her soft weight against him.

  Satisfaction permeated every cell, making his limbs heavy and boneless. Satisfaction and something else. Contentment?

  He wasn’t familiar enough with the emotion to be sure. All he knew was that for the first time in as long as he could remember, he didn’t feel that sense of restlessness, the need to be on the move, on the go, constantly proving himself.

  He let out a contented sigh and settled his hand on the sweet curve just above her ass. His eyes drifted closed, his breath deepened as sleep tugged at him.

  “Brady,” Molly’s whisper tickled his ear.

  He gave a sleepy grunt of acknowledgement,

  “Brady, you should probably go now.”

  Chapter 4

  Molly was up with the sun at 6:30 sharp the next morning. The late night and fitful sleep after Brady left were no match for her internal alarm clock, which had been hardwired over the years of getting up to cover the breakfast shift at Adele’s.

  Ugh. The post wedding brunch wouldn’t be served until 8:30. She rolled over and tried to go back to sleep, but it was no use.

  Which left her with two hours to toss and turn and churn over what had happened the night before.

  She had done it. She’d slept with Brady. She almost wouldn’t have believed it herself, almost would have chalked it up to a very hot, very vivid dream.

  But, as she’d discovered in the shower, it was all there in black in white, or, more accurately, in black, blue, and red in some places.

  Her breasts and belly were faintly red from the rasp of his beard, and they stung a little when they were hit by the hot spray of the shower. There were light, finger size bruises on her hips, which brought immediately to mind the way Brady had held her in his firm grip, grinding himself inside her as he came.

  The memory made her nipples tighten as heat rushed through her, making her wish she hadn’t asked him to leave so quickly after round two.

  She shook her head and turned the water t
o cold, trying to blast away the heat of arousal as much as the memories of the night before.

  It had been the hardest thing in the world, asking him to leave. It had felt so good to be snuggled up against him, his big, muscular form radiating heat as his hands stroked over her skin. It made her feel warm and safe and oddly cherished.

  Which was ridiculous, she reminded herself. Brady didn’t cherish her any more than the legions of others that had passed through his sheets.

  Molly was just getting carried away because it was so different from having someone immediately get out of bed and head to the kitchen for a beer.

  So she nudged him out the door before she got too carried away and started letting herself think that this was anything more than it was.

  Besides, given what it was, it wouldn’t do to let anyone see him leaving her cabin in the morning. She wanted to keep this simple. Giving people something to gossip about was a surefire way to complicate things.

  She got out of the shower and dressed in jeans and a sweater, bracing herself to see him again at breakfast. She briefly contemplated skipping the whole thing all together and avoiding any post hookup awkwardness.

  Not an option because as maid of honor she was still on deck this morning to make sure everything went smoothly and to settle up with JT.

  And, she admitted as the time finally came to gather at the dining hall, as anxious as she was, she couldn’t deny that her skin prickled with the anticipation of seeing him again. Of looking across the table, knowing the secrets they now shared.

  Ellie, Damon, and Anthony were already seated at a big round table in the center of the room. Damon sipped coffee while Ellie attacked a plate of French toast with a gusto only matched by the way Anthony was taking down his pancakes.

  Molly gave them a little wave and stopped at the coffee station to pour herself a cup before joining them. “So how are you this morning, Decker family?”Ellie swallowed a bite. “Couldn’t be better.” She took another bite, chased it with a sip of juice, and fixed Molly with a somewhat solemn look. “How about you?”