brother’s got it. I’ve
helped him for years get through some pretty scary attacks.”
“That’s nice.”
He raised an eyebrow in disbelief. “You’re the last person who should
think having to battle this disease is nice.”
“No, no. Not that. You really don’t need to go to all that trouble for
me.” She backed away from him and he thought he saw her flinch. Did
she think he would hit her? Had her father?
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Okay, he probably would be doing some hitting, but not in anger. He
would cut off his arm before he’d hurt the doe-like creature standing in
front of him.
“I just meant, it’s nice, that…that you, you know, helped him. Get
through it I mean.”
“No one’s ever been there for you?” He advanced on her, took her
hands and rubbed her knuckles with his thumbs.
“Helga did once, but my father fired her when his dinner was late.
She’d taken me to the emergency room because I couldn’t stop coughing,
even with my inhaler.”
She said this matter-of-factly as though it weren’t an unusual
occurrence for the staff to be fired for showing an interest in the man’s
daughter.
He cursed beneath his breath. “How old were you?”
“Eleven.”
“Jesus. Well,” he cleared his throat, “I don’t want to have to worry
about you fighting for a breath while you’re fighting for an orgasm.”
He laughed when she yanked her hands out of his, but grabbed her
chin with his thumb and forefinger.
“Seriously. I want you healthy.”
Bri took on a mutinous look. “So you can stuff me with your sperm to
provide my father with an heir?” Her face was beginning to burn red.
So there was some fire underneath her shyness after all. Too bad
someone had given her such an ugly version of how sex with a man
would be. One guess who that was. No matter, he’d change her opinion
real quick.
He sighed. “How many times are you going to bring that up? I
thought we already agreed we’d do this for us and your brother, not your
father. I promise that my sperm, should they happen to congregate with
one of your eggs, will never benefit Andrew Wyatt other than possibly
making him a grandfather.”
“Ever heard of a condom? A thin sheet of rubber would keep your
sperm from going to church with my eggs. Then we could just say it
didn’t work.”
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She looked so hopeful staring up at him and nibbling on her lower
lip. He wanted to push her to her knees and have her use those teeth on
his dick. His naked dick. Asinine as it was he wanted Bri skin to skin,
nothing between them but her slick juices coating them both as he slid
in and out of her.
He growled at the image. “I have never had sex without a condom.
Never.” He pushed her bangs off her forehead and caressed an eyebrow
with his thumb. “There’s something about you, Bri, and God help me, I
don’t know why, but I don’t want there to be anything between us the
first time I take you. And I will take you, baby. Soon.” She shivered when
he replaced his thumb with his lips.
He resisted the urge to shiver himself. He’d never been affected by a
woman this way.
“I’m just having a hard time with this whole thing. I don’t know
anything about you and you don’t know anything about me. I feel like I’m
being used.”
She sounded incredulous, and he watched as she continued to chew
on her lip, anxiety mixed with a certain amount of curiosity. He
wondered if she were somehow trying to justify wanting him by voicing as
many concerns as possible, most of them dealing with not wanting to
provoke her father and possibly losing her tenuous hold on Scott.
“I am a twenty-six-year-old woman, not an object you can throw away
when you’re done with me. Especially not if we’re going to have
unprotected sex,” she hissed.
Especially not if we’re going to have sex, she’d said. He felt like
pumping his fist in the air like a horny teenager out to get his first