Priceless (Forbidden Men #8)(108)

He felt extra big as he pushed into me. I held my breath and bit my lip, my body stretching until...oh, holy hosanna. He was inside me.

“Oh my God, I missed this.”

“Yeah,” he agreed, bending up his knees to provide a backrest for me. “Oh, shit. Yeah. I missed it too.”

Grinning at him, I lifted and slid down. He bowed his back and groaned.

It was fascinating to watch his face and see every moment of arousal he experienced.

“I love you,” I said.

His gaze focused on me. “I love you too. I can’t believe we’re really doing this.”

I nodded and ground my teeth as he hit something inside me that felt like a pure electrical charge. “Oh, God. Right there. Right there.”

Brandt flexed his hips, hitting it again. “Right there?”

I bit my lip and nodded. “Mmm hmm.”

He ground against it without mercy, rubbing over and over again against that one sweet spot until my womb contracted. “Brandt,” I cried, peaking with the next thrust.

“Shit, I...” He couldn’t finish his sentence. He was too busy igniting with me.

We rode the lightning, f*cking until both our orgasms quelled. Then I let out a breath.

“Are you okay?” he asked, sounding worried.

I laughed. “I’m amazing.” I felt like a sated limp noodle. Grinning down at him, I wondered, “What about you? Are you okay?”

He smiled up at me, his lips parted in awe. “Yeah. Jesus,” he finally breathed, reaching out to cup my breasts. “Why haven’t I ever tried it this way before?”

I beamed with love. “Because you were waiting for me.”

Slipping his hands up over my chest, he kept on until he was cupping my face in both palms. Then he gazed into my eyes and murmured, “Damn straight I was.”





BRANDT





Surrounded by a sea of black-robed graduates, I straightened my cap when I felt it began to tilt on my head, and the tassel dangling from it smacked me in the face.

“Would the College of Accounting and Computer Information Systems please stand,” the announcer called, jerking my attention to the stage at the front of the gymnasium. I could barely make out Sarah in her wheelchair as she lined up with the rest of her fellow majors.

If we had studied in the same department for our bachelor’s degrees, we would’ve been able to sit together throughout this fiasco. Unfortunately, I was stuck here, waiting with the rest of the nursing students. I wasn’t sure why I was bothering with graduation anyway. It wasn’t as if I was finished with college. Now that my bachelor’s degree was finished, I had to keep working on my doctorate of physical therapy.

But Aspen had gotten all teary-eyed when I’d walked from my room in my cap and gown, and Sarah was excited about graduating with me, plus they’d planned a huge party for us and Colton, so...I put up with it to make everyone happy.

They called out name after name, and I kept my eye on Sarah as she slowly rolled closer to the stage. There was no way she’d manage the steps to the platform, so I held my breath as soon as she handed over her card to let the announcer know how to properly pronounce her name.

The greeter passing out the empty certificate holders smoothly moved forward so he could jump off stage and shake with her, congratulating her on her accomplishment. And as soon as her name boomed through the speaker system, I was yelling and catcalling my support.

Nearly half an hour later, I finally had my turn to cross the stage and get my picture taken shaking hands with some important dude.

I knew it wasn’t a big deal, but something in me swelled with pride anyway when I heard my family cheering from the audience. It made me realize I’d come a long way from the potty-mouthed boy who’d gotten f*cked up by his mother when he was thirteen. I had grown and matured into something worthy, something worthy enough to get the woman of my dreams. And it was all because this one girl had taken a chance on me and sent me a single friend request.

Seeking her wheelchair out where she sat back with her department, I blew a kiss in her direction and I swear I saw her catch it and press it to her heart.

Things felt good and complete when we were finally released from the gym. The campus was too crowded to meet up with everyone who’d come to see us graduate, so we had decided to celebrate in the back reception room at Forbidden, and Pick had Italian food catered in. Colton wouldn’t graduate for another week—the little nerd was still complaining about making salutatorian—but it’d been easier to have one big party for the three of us at once, so we’d had it after the college graduation.

Sarah and her family were already there when I arrived. I hadn’t gotten to actually talk to her face-to-face all day, so I swept to her immediately and pulled her from her chair first thing to give her a big hug and kiss before letting her back down.

“Congratulations,” I said, pressing my forehead to hers. “We did it.”

Grinning back, she stroked my cheek. “Yes, we did. I’m so proud of you. I was so sure you’d get out of walking through somehow.”

I mocked fake insult and gasped. “I told you I’d do it.”

“Yes,” she murmured. “Yes, you did.”

“Hey, hey. Enough from you two,” Reese called, interrupting us before we could kiss again. “I need to make a speech before you start making babies with your eyes.” Lifting her glass, she moved to the front of the room until she was standing by the buffet table. “Here’s to Sarah and Brandt for making it through their bachelor’s degrees, and Colton for high school. Good luck, Sarah in finding a job that actually matches your major, and Brandt, good luck with graduate school. And Colton, we already know you’ll rock your salutatorian speech. We love you guys!”