Crushed (Torn #7)(48)

“Man, you’re really trying to impress me,” I observed, grinning from ear to ear because this idiot had taken the time to do something out of the ordinary. Who would have considered this guy a romantic at heart? This is what I have been missing out on for all these years, I thought as my eyes feasted on the beautiful set up before me.

“Hey, this might be the first and last, so I have to make sure you’re never going to forget it,” he said as he stood right beside me.

Not wanting to ruin the amazing vibe this evening, I went back to feasting with my eyes before I strolled towards the table, ready to taste tonight’s dinner.

“How in the world did you manage to get all of this done when you practically haven’t let my side all afternoon?” I wondered out loud, still beaming like an idiot.

Striding towards me, he matched my idiotic grin. “Cooper had to help me out, or this wouldn’t have come as a surprise.” He pulled a chair out for me.

Once I was happily seated, he then sat opposite from me.

“Really? That’s sweet of him.” Still beaming from the rush of his sweet surprise, I couldn’t help feeling the butterflies somersault in my stomach, reminding me how helplessly in love I was with the man.

“Not really. The bastard kept teasing me until it drove me nuts. Other than that, I was grateful he was willing to lend a hand.”

After pouring us both a glass of wine, he plucked his off the table then raised it. “Here’s to us. May we have the most extraordinary sex affair that will rival no man, and you’ll forever be mine. Amen.”

I had to take a moment, blinking as I stared back at him, not sure if I should drink or throw the wine in his face. Why did he have to make tacky references about our situation? We had an agreement, and I didn’t want that to be slapped on me whenever possible. Instead of choosing the latter, I opted to compose myself before making a tight smile.

“Let’s eat, shall we?” I said.

My apparent rebuke of his toast didn’t even faze him, though.

“Let’s, because I can’t wait until it’s time for dessert and all that comes with it once I have you happily sated underneath me,” he stated with a disarming grin that indicated what he had in store for me once all of this sweetness was over and done with.

He sure did know how to keep me interested and wanting. I knew what I was up against when it came to him, but with myself, I wasn’t so sure or secure. Sometimes, the battle I had with myself was pointless. After all, in the end, I would give in to one or two of these urges.

An addiction could be cured with another addiction. And that was the damn truth.





Chapter Twenty-Five





For the duration of our arrangement, I feared he would eventually resort to pushing the issue about prolonging this impulsive arrangement between us, but thankfully, he had been quite amazing at sticking to our plan. It was just the two of us, living each day without the thought of tomorrow. He even ditched partying with his friends, and if he did mingle downstairs with Cooper and the usual party crew, he would always have me somewhere close by. He didn’t want to be too obvious to everyone, because I had warned him that it was between us and Cooper, and as much as possible, I would rather pretend nothing was going on between us once there were people around us. He didn’t argue, and I was thankful for that.

One thing I noted with Brody was how he easily he would give me what I wanted just so we didn’t have to keep arguing about something he found irrelevant. It was as though he needed to keep me happy at all times.





It was bittersweet to think that was the kind of relationship I had always yearned for with him, yet I knew I had to let this dream go in a few days, because we weren’t living in the real world. No, in the real world, there lived a girl named Lindsey, and though he hadn’t spoken about her, she had been persistent in my mind.

The best part of sleeping next to him on a nightly basis was the amazing feeling of waking up with him holding me close before he would slowly have his wicked way with me. He would go from rough to slow to intense, all in a span of a minute, and I loved every second of it. He was a lovemaking machine, and I could not utter the word no when he was doing his tongue thing while his cock was busy rubbing and tickling my nether region.

My vagina was a testament to itself. It was always so damn conveniently wet and ready for him whenever he felt like ravishing me. It didn’t even need enticing, sadly. One look from him—the one with a glimmering wickedness to it—and my pu**y would start doing what God created it for, which was the sole purpose of being Brody’s little minx.

As the time closed in on us, my heart felt it. On our last night, I felt as though he was packed with emotions that he couldn’t put to words, as if he was so overwhelmed with everything he could only convey his thoughts through his actions, starting by ceaselessly kissing me.

We were in bed, surrounded by darkness, while the other side of the room was cast in light from the moon, a perfect backdrop to the perfect end to our relationship, like any short, summer fling.

Our naked bodies were entangled as we kissed, and I felt his heart heavily thud against my palm as my body languished from what would come afterwards. Tomorrow. I knew I had made a decision, and I would never get to have him this way. The only time I could was right then … in that instant.

Silently saying goodbye to someone I had loved all my life felt like death. I could taste it on my tongue, seeping way deep into my bones, into my heart, leaving a hollowed sensation that hadn’t been there before.