When I wake in the morning, I watch him sleep. Last night was the most fun I’d had in…well, ages. After dinner, his parents pulled out old home movies and spent the evening embarrassing Bruno and entertaining me. They opened more than one bottle of champagne, and the more we drank, the funnier things became.

Gabby had come barreling in after dinner and introduced herself, but she quickly excused herself to her bedroom. I thought I smelled a stench to her like maybe she’d been smoking pot, but I couldn’t be sure and it wasn’t any of my business. Bruno had eyed her warily but didn’t push the case.

I love Becca to death, but her family would be classified as uptight compared to the Brunos. Hell, I think most of America would be. I can’t wipe the smile off my face as I think about them and watch him sleep.

I trace the outline of his jaw, my fingers lingering against his skin. The tough, bossy man comes from such a loving family that something doesn’t fit.

My brain can’t wrap itself around the fact that “Doodlebug” grew up to be “The Butcher.” I wonder if his parents know about him. Know about his current life, his work, his…reputation. They aren’t scared of him, but everyone else—at least in our area—knows him and quakes in their boots when he walks by.

Circling around his chest with my fingers, I keep trying to hash it out in my brain. When he sleeps, he looks like a peaceful giant. I’d go as far as a teddy bear, but not one inch of him is soft.

“Morning,” he whispers without moving.

Lost in thought, I hadn’t realized he’d woken. “Morning, Doodlebug.” My eyes slide to his, but he doesn’t look amused.

“Say it again,” he challenges me with a lopsided, lazy grin.

“Doodlebug,” I whisper again and giggle.

As if I weigh nothing, his hands grab my waist and he lifts me in the air before setting me down right on his…gulp.

Bruno and I haven’t been intimate in so long. I’m sure he wants to, but sex has been the last thing on my mind—until now.

“Now, what was that again?” His hands dig into my hips, almost painfully gripping my bare skin.

“Doodlebug,” I croak, and I squirm against his hardened length.

His hands slide to my ass and grip me roughly as he rolls his hips. I gasp and he sits up, quickly covering my mouth with his and capturing a moan before I wake the entire house.

“Shh,” he whispers against my lips and pulls my body close to his, causing his dick to press into my flesh.

“We can’t do this.” My fingernails dig into his shoulders. I don’t mean what I say, of course. I want him. It’s been too long, but this is still his parents’ house.

“Why?” His eyebrows are drawn.

“Your parents’ house.” I moan as he kisses a path down my neck. “We can’t.” My voice is needy.

“They can’t hear,” he tells me against my skin. “I want you, Cal. I can’t wait any longer.”

“I want you too,” I admit before tipping my head back and giving him better access to my breasts.

He sucks in a breath, dragging his hands down my neck and settling just above my chest. He pushes down, causing my body to arch more and my head to dip closer to his legs with my chest jutted out. “Perfect.” He captures my nipple between his lips and I cry out.

My hands rest on his shin, keeping me balanced while he worships my chest. I groan and squirm, rubbing myself against his dick. He’s rock hard, solid, and ready. When his hand slides between us, I moan so loudly I have to have woken somebody.

I freeze and listen for noise, but Bruno doesn’t stop. My body needs this and so do I. Quite possibly he holds the record for the most time spent with a man without sex being involved. I don’t want it to be that way with us. He deserves pleasure and I want it.

Just as I’m about to ask him to get a condom, as if reading my mind, he grabs one from the nightstand. I didn’t see it earlier, but he must’ve planned the entire thing. I’m not about to question him either.

He tears it open with his teeth as I scoot down his legs. Within seconds, he has it on and I inch back up, ready to take him. But before I can, he grabs me and flips me on my back. He’s on top of me before I can protest.

For a brief moment, I think he’ll be gentle. That he’ll slide inside me inch by inch, but I’m wrong. After he rubs his cock through my wetness and I’m panting like a cat in heat, he pushes inside quickly. I gasp and his hand covers my mouth, muffling my cries of pleasure.

Latching on to his biceps, I push back in rhythm. When he pulls, I push as we fuck each other. Over a month of pent-up emotions come pouring out. The want. The need. The love?

Wait.

Do I love Bruno?

I push the thought from my mind, letting our bodies become one and concentrating only on him. The way he smells, moans my name, and the feel of him in me and on top of me. The heaviness of his body on top of mine makes me feel enveloped and swallowed whole.

I wrap my legs around him and tip my ass when his hands slide underneath me. His cock hits the perfect spots, causing my orgasm to grow quickly. I didn’t expect it to happen so fast.

As he pushes back inside, deeper this time, everything in my body tightens. I close my eyes and let the orgasm crash over me. My toes point and I bite down on my lip to stifle the screams of pleasure as he relentlessly pummels my body, chasing his own release. When he collapses on top of me, out of breath and sweaty, I smile against his skin and gasp for air.

If I could pick a way to die, fucking Bruno would most certainly be the best way to go.