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of her head. “See you later, sis.”
    She elbows his side in a huff. I smile. They may fight, but deep down they love each other.
     

 
    Chapter 4
    Tori
    When Tug drops me off, there are no cars in the driveway. I’m relieved to know that the guys have left, which means no awkward encounters with the creeper. As I enter the house, I call Brady’s name. He doesn’t respond. I assume he’s still in the studio, as the door is open slightly. I hear a guitar playing, along with a familiar voice. Brady’s voice. Brady sings?   I’ve never heard him sing before. I peek through the crack in the door to find Brady sitting on a stool, strumming his guitar, shirtless and looking like a rock star. Just the sight of him has my body aching for him to touch me. His eyes follow his fingers as he strums each note.
    I turn my head, placing my ear in front of the crack to listen. I’m amazed by what I hear. There’s a soulful tone to his voice, almost heartbreaking. He’s singing about losing someone. As I take in each word, I realize the song is about his mother. It’s sad and haunting, yet breathtaking and beautiful, too. I open the door, and he stops. His eyes sparkle as he spins on his stool and pins me with a sexy smile before setting the guitar against the stand on the floor. I close the door, stroll over to him, and straddle him, throwing my arms around his neck and resting my cheek on his hard, comforting chest. His arms reach around my waist, slipping up the back of my shirt, his hands heating my skin as they travel up my spine.
    I lean back and hold his face in my hands. “That was beautiful.”
    A long sigh escapes his lips, and his eyes dart away. He’s uncomfortable. “It was nothing.”
    I pull his face to look him in the eyes. “She loved you.”
    “She’s dead.” His tone is ice.
    “Brady!” I scold, though I know it’s hard for him.
    He leans in and brushes his lips over mine once before joining our foreheads. His eyes reflect insufferable pain. “I can’t talk about it.”
    Sadness squeezes my heart. His mother is a source of extreme agony and grief that he’ll never get past without talking about it. I won’t push him, though. He has to be ready, and clearly he’s not.
    I smile and plant a quick kiss on his lips. “I didn’t know you could sing like that.”
    He shrugs. “I don’t.”
    Brady doesn’t like the spotlight to be on him. You’d think he would, considering that while he was growing up, Sheila ignored him. Armchair psychology would suggest that he should crave attention and do anything to get it. That he would love all eyes on him. He doesn’t. But what do I know? I got a D in my psych class.
    “That’s too bad.”  I bite my lip, glancing between his mouth and his eyes. “Hearing you sing like that has me all hot and bothered.”
    His lips turn up into a devilish grin. Warm green eyes sneak a peek at my chest before returning to my face. “You’re always hot and bothered.” 
    Without another word, his hands leave my back. I catch his neck with my arms before I fall. He shoves my dress above my waist. My underwear is torn from my body, and then his fingers find my opening and plunge into me. We moan in unison as I bury my head in his neck, his stubble brushing against my cheek roughly. He’s sweaty and smells musty, a delicious combination of delectable sweetness that’s only him. As his head rises, his lips find mine and his tongue delves into my mouth, sweeping across mine while his fingers curl inside me, brushing across a spot that has me writhing beneath him. His fingers continue to work the front wall inside me while his thumb circles my clit, and I know I won’t last long.
    “Oh, God!” I pant, breathless. “I want you!”
    “Not yet,” he tells me as he continues to ravish my mouth.
    “Brady!” I cry out, driven by passion.
    His fingers dive deeper, move harder as his thumb circles faster. It’s only going to be a few seconds before I’m falling to