Chapter 21:

Brady

My imprint was fiery and inquisitive, and didn't take any crap from me, but she was also far more forgiving than I ever deserved.

I think she knew the scene in the restaurant had humiliated me. She had sensed my shame as soon as she returned to the table. Yet Lexi did what Lexi constantly does; she surprised me. She surprised me by being more gracious and understanding, pushing aside her nervousness enough to let me kiss her when I had taken her home.

That kiss was... interesting.

Truth be told, I held back. I held back to show her I could handle myself - I could be a gentleman, and I could be all the things she needed if she would give me a chance. Even though I had a checkered past and a horrible number on my bedpost, I was capable of starting from scratch and treating her the way she deserved. And that was slow and steady. I wasn't going to win Lexi over with smooth words, overwhelming kisses, or by hurrying to get her into bed before she could think it through. That was the old me.

The new me was a man that was completely head over heels for the little blonde, virginal bombshell that had stumbled into my life on a beach one day last spring and called me an asshole to my face. The new me was a man trying to unlearn everything he thought he knew about relationships and women and start over from scratch. I wanted to learn with her and build our relationship slowly.

Something Lexi was making a little difficult at times.

I asked her out again the next weekend. This time we went to my parents' house (after carefully making sure my father was out of town) and watched movies in their theater room. Now, I was trying to be a gentleman. I was. But Lexi barely made it to the watermelon scene in Dirty Dancing before she shyly slid from her seat onto my lap. She gave me an innocent yet 'I dare you to' type of look and my reformed ways were history. She'd even grinded herself against my lap when I got hard – was this girl trying to kill me?

I sighed. Maybe she wasn't, maybe she was. I'd dropped her off at home an hour early to keep myself from doing something I would regret and phased for night patrol with Embry. I hadn't guarded my thoughts well enough, and before I realized it, I had shown him the entire night in a nutshell.

Rough night? he asked.

You could say that.

Never thought I'd see the day man, he snickered mentally. Is she seriously as inexperienced as you claim?

Yes, I answered. But she's perfect the way she is. She's selective and...

Yeah, so what's she doing with you? he laughed, growling in a taunting manner.

I swished my tail in annoyance and narrowed my eyes. Just forget about it, okay? I don't want to discuss how innocent or not innocent Lexi is. That's between us.

Fine, fine. I'll honor that wish because it's nice to see you actually being respectful about a girl for once, he sighed, moving to stand.

We'd been camped on a high lookout over the cliffs for a few minutes, scanning the shoreline for anything out of place. When nothing seemed out of order, we stood and made our way back towards the town.

Mind if we swing by Lexi's house? I just want to make sure she's alright.

It's cool, he agreed.

I felt bad for giving Embry the shit that I did sometimes. He was actually a nice guy for the most part – moody, sometimes a little too emo for me, but we got along for the most part. He didn't do anything that annoyed me, and my asshole antics usually rolled off his back like water on a duck. We loped back towards Lexi's house on the outskirts of Forks, our quiet footfalls on the muddy forest floor the only sound. Before long we were crouching in the bushes on the back of the carriage house. A rare pleasantly cool night meant Lexi's bedroom window facing the garage was open. I perked up my ears and started to listen for her rhythmic, sleepy heartbeat when I heard something else.

A moan.

What the—

The smell hit me about two seconds later. Embry burst out laughing and rose to his haunches, his internal laughter making me confused.

What was that? I listened closer, realizing I could hear her rapidly beating heart mixed in chorus with the sound of her breathy moans.

Oh.

Oh.

OH, I thought. Holy shit.

Holy shit is right, Embry snickered. Is she doing what I think she's doing?

Shut it, I snapped, turning to glare at him over my shoulder. It was obvious what she was doing – the moans, the breathing, the heartbeat, the smell...

Sometimes I cursed my extra gifts. Times like these made them feel more like strange and exotic torture. I wouldn't allow myself any part in getting her aroused like that, but I had to listen to it? No thanks. I had enough trouble keeping my hands off her as it was.

It's gonna be even tougher now... Embry echoed in a sing song voice.

I growled again and allowed myself one last inhale. The scent was faint but undoubtedly hers. It was her normal Lexi scent, green apples and flowers, but it was also mixed with another scent that I knew well thanks to my man-whoring days. I heard another breathy moan from the window and clenched my wolfy eyes.

Shit.

I shouldn't be listening, I shouldn't be listening...

Dude, Embry tried to reason with me. Let's just go. Stop the torture. Come on, he coaxed.

This is wrong, I agreed. I gave Lexi's window one last look before darting back into the dark woods. So much for taking things slow.

Lexi gave me a perplexed look from the passenger side of the truck. We were parked at the cliffs after another date, just watching the tide roll in through the darkness. It had been almost a week since I'd heard the uh... noises, and it was all I could do to not jump her right now. I was a man obsessed. I'd caught her in a private moment, and as sheepish as I felt to have done that, I still realized that she'd been getting herself off. How hot was that? I desperately wanted to know if she was thinking about me, or if I had any effect on something like that whatsoever. But how would I ask her that?

Say uh... what do you think about when you get off? Is it possibly me?

I swallowed roughly and looked at her sideways. She gave me an indignant stare.

"What?" she finally demanded. "You've been acting weird all night. Is something the matter?"

But I couldn't ask. That would humiliate her. And that was the last thing I wanted to do right now. She was becoming so comfortable around me, so confident. She confided in me and was really starting to trust me. Did I want to jeopardize that? Not particularly.

"Nothing, no. Just... had a weird few days at work is all. But it's nice to be here with you."

She leaned back in her seat, nodding. "Oh. Oh... okay."

I turned to her and gave her my best flirty smile. "So... Leah's wedding is coming up. I'm going to need a date, so..."

Lexi smirked at me. "I actually got my own invite," she quipped.

I pretended to balk. "Who is your plus one?"

She snickered. "No one. I'm just going with Regan and Claire. It's not like either of them can really take Quil and Seth as dates, so..."

"Well," I said haughtily, "that's the nice thing about me being several years younger than those goons. I can actually get away with being with you in public without it looking weird."

She laughed silently, shaking her head as she turned to look at me. "Listen, Brady... I already told the girls I would go with them and just... hang out and have fun. Dance, drink punch and have a good time with the girls. I'll see you there... but it wouldn't be nice to back out on them and spend the whole night... um..."

"Slow dancing with me in a dark corner?" I said hopefully.

Lexi smiled. "Exactly. I made a promise to them that we would just hang out. I'll save you a dance though," she confirmed softly, giving me a flirty look.

I grinned and leaned forward against the steering wheel. I didn't actually mind that she just wanted to hang out with her girlfriends. We had gotten so close lately that I knew things would work out between us. I mean we fought over stupid stuff and bickered and whatnot, but I knew for certain now that this girl was made for me. We'd have the rest of our lives together, and I didn't want her to grow up overnight. She was still eighteen, and I made a point to realize that. Her teen years would be gone before she knew it, and I didn't want her only memories to be with me. As much as I wanted to monopolize her time completely, I did admire the fact that she still wanted to make time to just be a kid with her girlfriends. She'd made them a promise, and she was faithfully sticking to that.

"You're a good person," I blurted out into the silent cab. "I admire you for that. You stick to your guns, Lex. Don't ever change."

She looked over at me in surprise. "You mean that?"

I nodded. "It's cool. You go hang with your girls, and I'll be there when you want a dance."

I knew I'd said the right thing when she beamed over at me, her brilliant smile practically glowing in the darkness. "Thank you."

I smiled back. "You're welcome. And I have to get you home soon, so we should probably head out."

Lexi sighed heavily from the seat next to mine, shaking her head. "I really need to get this curfew thing adjusted. I'm eighteen and I still have a curfew."

"You're still in high school," I laughed, "your dads just care about you. Take that as a compliment."

She rolled her eyes and snorted. "Okay Old Man River. When did you get so wise?"

"I'm older than you, so I'm just... passing along knowledge I was too stupid to realize at your age. That's all. I'm not... I mean take it how you want it, but I think they just care a lot about you and want to know that you're home safe and sound."

She clucked her tongue at me, shaking her head. Her hair was pulled into two funky looking messy braids tonight, and several waves had escaped from the rest, framing her delicate face. She looked so young and innocent to me sometimes, I felt even better about my decision to keep my hands to myself. On the other hand, she still looked amazing, and it was difficult not to pull her into my lap again like we'd done the other night. I shifted against the seat and tried to remain calm.

"So, you think they'd freak out if they knew who I was really out with? A shape shifting wolf?"

"Yeah, most likely. Most parents wouldn't approve of their daughter dating a monster."

Lexi's giggles halted. "So... but wait, you're not a monster. You're not serious are you?"

I shook my head and stared out the windshield. "Sometimes I feel like one."

She leaned over, covering my hand with her tiny one. "You're not a monster," she stated firmly.

I looked over at her. "But you've only seen me as me. I'm calm when I'm around you, wolf form or not. I'm myself. But when... when I have to do what I was made to do, I lose that part of myself. I become an animal that only wants to track its prey and kill it. I lose touch with reality and sometimes that's scary. It's easy to feel like a monster then, ya know?"

She looked over at me, her face a mixture of questions and seriousness. "Will you tell me what you hunt? Why you do this?"

I looked down at the steering wheel and swallowed. "Sometime, yes. But not tonight. I want to be a normal... guy with you for a while," I admitted, reaching across the space between us. I wound her hand with mine, warmth sneaking up my spine at her touch that was impossible to ignore. She sighed beside me and nodded.

"If not tonight, then... some night, right?"

"Some night."

"Why are you so hesitant to tell me?"

She asked the question I'd been dreading. I didn't want to keep secrets from her – it was uncomfortable to lie to your imprint (but you could do it), but I didn't want to lie to her. But she was so innocent. So sweet. How do I tell her I hunted vampires? What if that part of my life terrified her? I didn't want her dreams to be full of blood red eyes lurking in the forest. If I told her what was out there, to be afraid of, then there was no going back, and she would always know that her world really wasn't what she thought it was . She already knew some, but in my mind she knew what she needed to know and no more. I'd barely gotten her friendship and just recently her affection. Call me crazy and selfish, but I wasn't ready to give that up so fast.

So I gave her the best answer I knew how.

"Because it's something you can't unlearn."

She was silent a moment, her quick mind surely processing my words to come up with a rebuttal. But she shocked me and remained quiet.

"You tell me I don't need to be afraid of you, but do I?"

I shook my head. "It's not me you have to be afraid of. There are... other things out there that we... take care of. Monsters fighting monsters I guess," I replied bitterly.

She gave me a stern look and turned to lean her back against the door, stretching her jean-clad legs across the empty space between us. I rested my hand across her shins and took a deep breath. I didn't want to lie.

"Brady, I... have feelings for you."

I whipped my head to the side and gave her wide eyed look, my tongue suddenly wrapped in a knot.

She chewed her bottom lip for a moment, her eyes falling to her lap.

"But if I'm going to have feelings for you... then eventually I need to know everything. What you're up against. What... we're up against."

"Lexi—"

"Because," she cut me off, holding up her hand, "if I'm going to... be with you... then I need to know what happens every time you leave me to do whatever it is you do."

I shrugged. "But what if I tell you and you decide you don't want to know? I told you, it's not something you can just unlearn."

She bobbed her head and slowly licked her lips. "But If I'm going to do this...have feelings for you, that is, I want us to be honest. If we're meant to be like you say we are then I want to know you. All of you. Isn't that the best way to make this work?"

I agreed to that because Lexi was wise beyond her years and despite my frozen years of experience, she seemed to have a better head on her shoulders than most adults I'd met. I drove her home with the promise that I would tell her what I hunted – soon.

We pulled up to her driveway and I watched her eyebrows rise. "My dad and Patrick aren't home yet... weird," she muttered. Her fingers flew over the keyboard of her cell phone. "I just asked them where they were."

I put my truck in park and started to walk her to her door. She grabbed my hand and squeezed it. "Heavy night huh?"

I shrugged. "It's alright."

She gave me a wry smile as we stepped up on her porch. "Sorry to ask so many questions. This whole... supernatural thing is still new to me."

"You'll get used to it," I laughed. I turned to look at her as we stepped up to her door. She grinned up at me sheepishly as her phone made a noise.

"They're just leaving Port Angeles – their movie went long."

I raised an interested eyebrow out of habit. "Oh?"

She snorted. "My dad already said, 'No Boys are to walk through that front door young lady.'"

"No boys are to walk through the front door, huh?"

"Yup."

"Fine, fine. Well, then I guess this is goodnight. See ya," I flirted, giving her a peck on the cheek. Her jaw dropped in surprise – I knew she was expecting something along the lines of the long, languid goodnight makeouts we'd been sharing whenever we parted, but I had something else up my sleeve.

I chuckled as I heard her huff at me quietly before turning and letting herself inside. I fired up my truck and backed out of the drive, gunning it down the road. When I was safely far enough away, I threw it in park and killed the engine. Stripping down, I reached for my trusty pair of cut off sweatpants in the console of my truck and tied them to my ankle. I quickly phased, still laughing about the look on her face as I made my way back to her house. There weren't any new tire tracks on the damp driveway besides my own, so I knew I was still in the clear. I wasn't nearly ready to say goodnight just yet. I phased back to human form in the dark side yard, pulling on the sweats. It took little to no effort to take a running leap at a nearby tree, swing up into the branches, and lightly jump onto the roof beside her window. Her window was unlocked (as I expected it to be), allowing me a stealthy entrance into her bedroom. I looked around before plopping into her desk chair to wait as the water in the adjoining bathroom ran. I listened as she spit her toothpaste into the sink and rinsed, scrubbing her face with the soft fibers of her towel.

Lexi walked out of the bathroom rubbing her eyes, her hair already up in a messy ponytail and her pajamas on.

"That's what you sleep in?" I asked skeptically.

She jumped and gasped in surprise. "Oh my God! What are you doing here?"

I crossed my arms and eyed her up and down. She was wearing a ratty t-shirt and a pair of equally ratty shorts. She was cute as hell actually; I just wanted to get a rise out of her.

"We've talked about my sleep attire before," she chided me once her breathing had returned to normal. I grinned like the ass that I was and listened to her heart beating in her chest. "No normal girl sleeps in frilly lingerie. I have a hard enough time just getting my socks to match, much less my bras and panties," she sniffed. "And are you trying to get me grounded for life? Hello, my dad said no boys in the house."

"No," I interjected, holding up a finger, "he said no boys were to walk through the front door. I did not use the front door, I used the window."

"Freak," she deadpanned. "Since when are wolves like Spiderman?"

I glared at her playfully. "We have special abilities in human form too, lady. You want me to go?"

She broke her serious face to grin. "No."

She sat on her bed and gave me an expectant look. I rose from the desk chair and we shared a smirk as I sat on the bed next to her, already feeling her eyes roving over my bare chest.

"What?"

"It's not fair," she snorted, covering her face with her hands. "You look like... that and I...," she trailed off, motioning to her holey t-shirt. I chuckled and bumped my shoulder against hers.

"I got this body when I phased. Before that, I was a puny little kid that was dying to hit puberty so I wouldn't get my ass beat all the time."

She gave me a skeptical look. "Seriously?"

"Seriously. I was nothing. Besides I told you... you're beautiful."

And she was. I realized after meeting Lexi that girls actually looked better a tad on the natural side. I'd always been more attracted to the busty, teased hair, smoky eye makeup, tall in fuck me heels type of girl before. They were like a flashy car; pretty, exciting, and fast. You didn't know why you wanted it, but you knew that everyone would want to be you if you had it.

But Lexi...

I watched her give my arms and chest another embarrassed scan as she sat next to me on her bed. What little makeup she usually wore out on our dates had been scrubbed off, leaving her clean, fresh face shining. Her naturally light blonde hair was never quite perfect, but I'd decided I liked the feeling of silky strands instead of stiff hairspray. Lexi was stunning without any of that crap, and I really liked it.

More than that, I really liked her.

"What?" she asked quietly.

I shrugged. "I just... I think I love you," I blurted out.

Her eyes went a little wide. "What?"

I panicked as blood rushed to my head. I could hear the blood pounding in my ears as she stared at me, her jaw falling slightly open.

"I... I can't believe I just said that," I growled to myself, covering my face with my hands.

"What..."

"You don't have to say anything... oh God," I cringed. "I'm not like... I didn't mean to say that. I didn't mean it."

She gave me a weird look. "You didn't?"

"Yes. No. I don't... know," I stammered. FUCK! I'd never done that before; blurted out my feelings for a girl. Shit, I usually didn't even have feelings for a girl, let alone enough to let her know. I'd always been the love them and leave them type – love was for imprinted saps.

But you are an imprinted sap.

"Just... I... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to blurt that out like that. Fuck, I'm so... I've never said that to a girl, and I'm freaked out," I admitted, taking a deep breath. I chanced a sideways look at Lexi, who was a looking a little pale beside me.

"It's... alright," she finally spoke. "We can pretend it didn't happen."

I hung my head. "I finally get you to go out with me, and we get to know each other and things are going great until I opened my stupid ass mouth," I hissed, shaking my head at myself. I pushed up off her bed and began to pace in front of the window. I debated throwing myself out of it, but knowing the fall would only humiliate me further instead of killing me, was the only thing that stopped me.

Lexi sighed from her bed and looked at the carpet. "Fine then. It's... forgotten. It's cool, Brady, just..."

I stopped pacing at her pleading tone.

"Don't leave?" she asked quietly with hopeful eyes.

I stared at her, heaving a humiliated sigh. I knew it would be an immature, ass-like thing to do to leave, and for once I didn't want to do what my instinct told me to do – bail. I shuffled back across the carpet to her bed and sat down beside her. Her eyes gave me another appreciative scan.

"You ok?"

"Yes," she answered. "Are you?"

I snorted. "Yeah, but why do you keep looking at me like that?"

She glanced away quickly, shrugging a little. "Um... this is the first time I've had a guy sitting on my bed."

I guffawed loudly. "Seriously?"

She elbowed my side sharply, making me gasp. "Ow."

"Yes," she snapped. "I'm not one of your usual seasoned hussies, I don't have a revolving bedroom door," she shot back. I feigned hurt and poked her side where I knew she was ticklish.

"I know you aren't. I'm just giving you a hard time. It's what we do, Lex."

"I know," she admitted with another sheepish smile. Her pretty blue eyes flicked up to mine, locking them in an invisible vice grip that made it impossible to look away. Instead, she seemed to reel me in like a caught fish. "We fight all the time."

"I know."

"Doesn't that mean we're a bad match?"

I snorted. "No. It means we have fire. Passion. The stuff that other people – boring people – strive for."

"They strive to fight all the time?"

"No," I laughed. "They strive for a feeling like this."

I leaned forward, pressing my mouth against hers softly. The electricity that always seemed to sizzle in a palpable way was back. I always let her set the pace when things got started; I didn't want to misread her subtle signals if things suddenly got going too fast for her. I understood why she was slightly intimidated to be with me. I'd been with a lot of girls and she knew that. But none of those girls had mattered; what Lexi didn't understand was that I was as nervous as she was when we did things like this because she was the first girl that I actually gave a shit about.

She kissed me eagerly, her minty, toothpaste tasting tongue seeking out mine before I knew it. She reached up, placing a hand on my shoulder to pull me closer to her, and I realized that I truly do love the way her skin felt against mine. It was like a slow, pleasant burn that is welcoming to the touch and never wanes, I decided. Well shit, maybe I do love her, I thought.

Lexi leaned forward, breaking the kiss to push me backwards on her soft, girly, flower covered comforter. She straddled my hips and urgently pressed her tongue against mine, fighting for dominance. Perfect, I thought. But I knew this wasn't what she really wanted to do – we needed to slow it down. I laughed against her lips, breaking away to give her a coy look.

"Are you trying to seduce me?"

"Shut up," she rolled her eyes. She played like she knew what she was doing, but she really didn't. I gave her a reassuring smile that I'm sure she brushed off; she always acted tough like this, but I knew she was insecure. Sometimes, despite her stony, self-assured looks she would give me between kisses or innocent touches, I could sense her fear of the unknown. It wasn't hard to tell that her hormones were pushing her forward and towards me sometimes that it overwhelmed her.

"Here," I suggested, rolling onto my side. I pulled her to lay on the comforter so that she was facing me on her side as well, our legs still intertwined. She twisted her mouth into a little grimace she tried to hide before I pressed my lips to hers again.

It started off innocent.

I swear.

But then... she was winding her free hand in my hair and making these little sighs, and she just smelled so... I knew things were getting out of hand, but I didn't want to stop. And neither did she – I could feel it. The thought of stopping and leaving now was about as appealing as pulling off my own fingernails.

Soon her hands were pulling at my arm, and she was shifting onto her back and... I ended up on top of her. I tried to keep as much... skin off of her as I could, but that wasn't easy given the fact that I was wearing a torn up pair of sweatpants with nothing else on but my birthday suit. She shook slightly as we settled together in this new way, our bodies feeling new sensations with each other that they'd never felt before. I was on top of her, just like I would if we were... well, doing something besides making out.

"You okay?" I asked.

She bit her lip and nodded.

I reached over and flipped off the light beside her bed, leaving the only light in the room the white icicle lights that were strung above her desk. That seemed to calm her down, but I wanted to be sure. "Do you want me to go? Is this too much?"

She tried to ignore me and kiss me again, but I pulled my face away. "Answer me."

Lexi glared up at me. "No, it's fine... can we just..."

I chuckled at her impatience. "Can we what?"

"Well... what do you normally do with a girl when you're in this position?"

I snorted at her and shook my head. "Lexi, we are not doing that tonight. You aren't most girls, I've told you that."

She swallowed and shrugged. "Okay, fine. But we're here alone, and I just want to... experience things," she admitted sourly. I could see her cheeks redden in the dim light.

"Experience stuff, huh?" I grinned.

She nodded, flashing me a nervous look. "Okay, so I didn't want to do... everything, but... I just wanted to... maybe do more than kiss."

I was finally struck with how stupid I was. Of course she wanted more – she was an eighteen year old sexually frustrated virgin. Of course she wanted to experience things – hell, she'd clearly been practicing the art of getting off on her own and now she was eager for a partner. I understood. That didn't make me feel very in control of the situation, but I understood. An intense electricity seemed to buzz between us as I debated what to do.

Alright, I thought. She's old enough to fool around a bit. I won't do much, just... just leave her pants on, Brady. Whatever you do, leave her pants on. Everything stays safe when pants stay on.

I placed my lips on hers again, but this time only gave her a short, teasing kiss. She whimpered slightly as I lowered more weight down on top of her before breaking away from her mouth and trailing a few light kisses down her cheek and to her jaw. I lingered there for a moment before sliding my lips down to feather a few more kisses on her neck, just in front of her ear. I lingered there for a moment, lightly sucking and licking the sensitive skin as I silently panicked. What if she doesn't like this? Does it feel good? Normally girls are moaning by now.

Stop, the voice of reason interjected. Lexi isn't most girls. Stop comparing the two.

I slid my mouth down further, brushing my top two teeth lightly against her collarbone. I was starting to really worry she wasn't enjoying this until I heard a light, breathy moan escape her mouth. I knew that sound. That was an aroused sound. As soon as the thought entered my mind, the smell that was proof of how she was feeling hit my nostrils. It was stronger now that I was close, yet still muted by her clothing. I felt the hair on the back of my neck stand up as I tried to focus and act like nothing was happening. I didn't want her to know I could smell it when she was turned on – talk about weird. That would just freak a teenaged girl out. Instead, I slid my hand up over her t-shirt and over the soft planes of her stomach. She inhaled softly and tilted her head back.

"Is this okay?"

She nodded quickly, bobbing her head. I had to laugh as she inched herself down on the mattress in an attempt to make my hand go higher on her chest. When I finally cupped one of her small breasts, I was rewarded with another soft moan of approval. Even for me, it was intense. I couldn't imagine how she felt right now, but I hoped it was the same way I did.

Her voice was so soft when she finally spoke that I almost missed it.

"More."

I smiled into the dim light and moved my mouth back up to hers. She greeted me warmly, kissing me with her lips turned upwards into a smile. Slowly, I slid my hand that was on her chest back down to the hem of her t-shirt, rising slightly to trace a pattern across her soft skin as it moved upwards. I'd tried to stay calm until that point, but the minute my hand touched her bare breast, I felt myself turn harder than a rock against the inside of her thigh. I didn't know if it was that or my hand or what, but she thrust her hips forward and oh sweet Jesus, it was nice. Between her thin sleep shorts, my horniness, and threadbare sweatpants, well... the moan that left her mouth that time was not quiet.

"Oh!" she gasped, ripping her mouth away from mine.

I stared down at her, watching her face as I lightly traced her hardening nipple with the tip of my finger, at the same time experimentally dipping my hips down again. I could feel myself rubbing against her, the impossible hardness rubbing against the front of her shorts. Her mouth fell open slightly, another faint smile appearing as her eyes closed completely. She seemed to be enjoying this immensely so who was I to stop?

Lexi seemed to have the same idea.

I felt her shift underneath me, her body wiggling and her arms flailing as she quickly ripped off her shirt and tossed it to the floor. I pulled away and quickly averted my eyes. Holy shit, I was becoming such a pussy for this girl but damn if I didn't want her to regret a thing with me.

"Lex—"

"Just... please? I... Brady, I just feel so... we kiss and touch and that's nice sometimes, but... shit," she panted, reaching up. I felt her warm fingers against my jaw, her hands gently coaxing me to look at her. "I just feel so crazy sometimes."

"You do?"

She nodded frantically, pulling at my arms. I reluctantly settled myself back on top of her. Her blue eyes stared up at me in question. "Are you okay?"

"If you're sure, then... I'm more than okay," I promised, nodding. I kissed her frantically after that, my lips molding against hers in a passionate lock. She grabbed my hand and placed it back on her now-bare chest, the skin there forming goose bumps. I could feel her skin harden with excitement as her breaths increased.

She seemed to be enjoying it, so….

I slid my mouth down her neck and chest, not stopping until my mouth was on her. Lexi twisted against me on the bed, another excited series of pants leaving her mouth. I was about to ask if it was alright when I felt one of her hands wrap itself in my hair. She pulled it and twisted her fingers in it and rubbed her hips against me - damn if it wasn't the hottest thing I'd ever experienced. When I broke away to switch my attention to her other breast, I thought she was going to yell at me. I met her gaze with a smirk and quickly started giving the other side of her chest the same attention. Her head fell back against the comforter with a soft wail, and I knew I was doing this to her satisfaction. Feeling confident, I increased my slow hip thrusts against the apex between her thighs, and I was rewarded.

"OH! Oh... Brady..." she trailed off after that, but she'd said it. My name. And not just how she normally did. This was all breathy and hot and... fuck. I rocked against her with new enthusiasm and watched as she enjoyed it.

Her heart was pounding against her ribcage, her soft breaths increasing in pace. She wasn't moaning or carrying on like most girls I'd been with, so I was actually a little nervous she wasn't going to get off, and wasn't that the point of all this? I caught myself smiling against her small chest as I dipped my hand down to the front of her soft shorts. One touch and she gasped for breath and went rigid for a moment.

"Oh!" she gasped again. I continued circling my fingers against the front of her shorts, the heat rolling off of her nearly maddening. Within seconds, she was red faced and starting to sweat beneath me. I rolled on my side and was content to simply watch her enjoy herself for the first time at the hands of someone else. Lexi squeezed her eyes closed and parted her lips, rolling her head from side to side. Her legs shook, and she let out a choppy exhale and a surge of warmth saturated the fabric near my fingers as she came.

I rubbed her until she came down, the familiar sated look gracing her features. She inhaled a deep breath and finally opened her eyes, turning to me with an apprehensive look.

I smiled, lifting my hand up to brush some of her sweaty hair out of her eyes.

"Don't say anything. You're perfect," I murmured before pressing my lips to hers. I kissed her deeply, lightly licking my way into her mouth and cupping her cheek in my hand. She groaned into my mouth and twisted her body towards mine just as my gifted ears picked up a car turning in the driveway. I knew she didn't hear it, so I gave her one last kiss before sitting up and untangling myself. I was at the window before she could blink, crouched on the sill with a grin. Her head whipped towards the front door downstairs as she heard it slam behind her father and Patrick. She gave me a panicked look, but I shook my head at her before silently catapulting off the sill and onto the ground below.

Oh Brady...what did you think of his battle to be good? He realizes she's 18 but basically innocent, but he still wants to show her a good time. *sigh*

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