Bram is mine in all the ways that matter—with one exception. But the beautiful physical connection I want to share with him is next on my agenda. After that, I must get Owen on board or there could be some serious problems in my future with the man I love. I’m not worried about Mom or Dad but I don’t expect things to be a piece of cake with my brother.

No matter what happens with Owen, I won’t give Bram up. I won’t.

I’m awake when the phone alerts us it’s four o’clock. Time for me to go.

“Damn, I don’t want you to leave.”

Lying here in Bram’s arms—naked, with his cock pressed against my body—for the last couple hours has been more amazing than I ever imagined. I don’t want to leave him. Ever.

“I know… big Bram.” I giggle when I call him that but it’s a concerning thought when I consider the physical logistics of it all.

I’m not an idiot. I know the female anatomy stretches to accommodate, but mine will have to do a whole bunch of stretching to fit that tonsil tickler. But I don’t care. I still want to do it.

I haven’t been able to get it out of my head since we settled into this position. How could I when I could feel it poking against my butt?

“We have a little time.” I roll to my stomach and get on all fours before leaning down to kiss him.

“Mmm… someone has minty breath.”

“I might have used your toothbrush when I went to the bathroom.” No room for bad breath. I have a big plan and I intend on carrying it out before I leave this bed.

I toss my leg over Bram’s hips so I’m straddling him when I get on top. I gasp when my naked pussy grazes his cock. It’s the first time the two have touched.

And it turns me the fuck on.

A warm tingle spreads through every part of my groin and pelvis, and I instinctively rotate my hips so my slick slit rubs against him. I’ve been lying here for an hour plotting, gathering all my courage, and dreaming of everything I want to do with Bram. I’ve seen a hundred different sexual fantasies in my head the last hour, so I’m super wet. And desperate for his touch.

“Whoa, Claud. We can’t do this.” He’s saying the words but his fingers are digging into my hips. Moving with them. Not stopping them. That’s not a no. Now is the time to strike.

I press my mouth to his ear so he can feel my warm breath. “You want to fuck me. I know it. You know it, too,” I whisper before sucking his earlobe into my mouth. I’m going to make this happen even if I must seduce the fuck out of him.

“Yes. I want you more than… I want to breathe but…”

I put my finger over his lips. “Shh. No more buts.”

“There is a but. A huge one and he’s on my couch right now.”

“That but is passed out cold, so he’ll never know. I’ll leave afterward and he’ll be none the wiser.”

For once, he doesn’t argue, so I press further. I substitute the head of his dick for my fingers and use it to rub my clit the way he showed me. It feels huge in my hand. “Can you feel how much I want you? How slick I am for you?”

He still isn’t stopping me, so I sink down, pushing the crown of his cock just inside my entrance. And he’s letting me.

I’m suddenly flipped onto my back, being topped by Bram. “It’s not happening like that, Claud. I will be the one to fuck you. I will be the one to take your virginity. I will be the one in control. Not the other way around.”

I lock my legs around his waist and hold him prisoner. “My virginity belongs to you. Take it.”

“I will, but not before I eat your virgin pussy.” His words almost sound like a growl.

I can’t believe it. He’s not telling me no. We’re actually going to do it.

This. Is. Happening.

There isn’t a word for the excessive excitement I’m feeling right now. It’s ridiculous how happy I am.

I release him from my leg lock, and he crawls down my body. He kneels between my legs and yanks me lower in the bed, so my ass is pretty much sitting on his chest. I’m upside down, and everything between my legs is right there in his face.

He traces his nose over my vaginal lips and inhales deeply. “You don’t know how many times I’ve jerked off while thinking about this and what it must smell like. How sweet it tastes.”

I gasp when he drags his warm, wet tongue up my slit. “Oh, shit, Duke.”

“Don’t even think about coming anytime soon. We’re just getting started.”

Bram buries his head between my legs and rubs his face against me. Oh God. His scratchy stubble feels so good that I seriously think I could orgasm just from his bristles rubbing me like that. “I want your juices all over me so every time I breathe in, I think about this all day.”

He stills and places a kiss on top of my mound, running his finger over the tuft of hair. “I love that you’re smooth except for this little strip. It looked so fucking hot when you pulled those damn pink lace panties to the side and showed it to me.”

I’m glad he likes it. I did it just for him. His tongue sneaks out from between his lips to glide over the skin above the top of my slit. It moves side to side, so close to where I want it yet so far away. I lift my hips so he’ll lick my clit, but his mouth moves with me.

Sweet. Torment.

I’m new to this, but I recognize when I’m being teased. He wants me to beg. And I will. “Pleeease… Duke.”

“Please what?” He knows what I want from him.

I lift my hips again. “Move your mouth down.”

He pushes my legs farther apart and flutters of kisses line my lower lips. Every nerve ending in my pelvis is firing orgasmic pulsations. “Prefer that?” His tongue flattens against my center and swipes upward, the tip grazing my clit. “Or this?”

“Oh this! Definitely this.” I wish the light were on so I could see him and watch his mouth feast between my legs.

“You taste so good. I knew you would.”

My hips rock against the motion of his tongue, so each swipe is longer and harder. “That’s it, baby. Fuck my face.”

I lace my fingers through the top of his hair and grind against his mouth, up and down, over and over. “Oh mercy.”

“You’ll get no mercy from me.” He grabs my hips, pins me so I can’t move, and sucks my clit.

One finger and then two plunge deep inside me. He moves them in and out, slowly at first and then faster. It stings a little, but I understand what he’s doing: stretching me so I can take his cock.

His mouth’s suction on the top of my slit becomes harder, harder, harder and this time I’m no stranger to the fuzzy, warm tingles in my pussy. My clit tenses and relaxes as the thrill of waves and sensation start deep within my pelvis. A part of me wants to suppress them so that I can make this last longer, but the other part wants to come so badly.

I lose the battle to prolong the pleasure when warm, rhythmic pulsations fire in my pelvis. “Oh, Duke. I’m coming. Fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m coming so hard.”

His fingers curl upward and rapidly jerk inside me, almost like they’re drumming against something—something that enjoys a good tapping. “That’s it, baby. Come hard for me.”

My face pulsates as the rhythmic twitches grow between my legs. I grab the pillow above my head, cover my face, and bite down in an attempt to swallow my screams while he devours me. “Fuuuck.”

My face is covered with the pillow, but I don’t mistake the sound of the bedroom door opening. Or my brother’s voice. “What the hell is going on in here?”

Oh fuck. Fuckity. Fuck.

Busted. We’re so damn busted.

Bram shifts and my ass instantly hits the bed, the sheet yanked up over my head. It’s almost like one fluid motion; it happens so fast. “Get the fuck out, Owen.”

“I don’t remember there being any girls here tonight, so whose pussy are you eating, Windsor?”

“Don’t worry about it. Get out of here.”

“Is it the girl you’ve been seeing? The one you’re so secretive about?”

Owen knows Bram is seeing someone?

“I said don’t worry about it. Get out of my bedroom, asshole.”

Owen laughs, and I recognize the sound as his drunken chuckle. “I want to meet her.”

The mattress shifts as Bram leaves the bed. “OUT! Now, motherfucker!”

“Okay, but tell your girl under there to keep down that screaming shit. People are trying to sleep out here.”

“Sure thing, Owen. We’ll be quiet, so you can go back to sleep.”

I hear the door close, the lock pop, and then feel the dip in the bed beside me. “He’s gone.”

I pull the sheet off my head and see Bram lying on his back with his arm over his face, covering his eyes. “Fuck, that was close. Too close.” His voice is trembling.

“It’s okay. He didn’t realize it was me.”

He removes his arm from his face and looks at me. “Unless he looks outside and sees your car.”

My heart speeds. “Shit. I didn’t think about that.”

“I never dreamed he’d burst into my bedroom. I should’ve locked the door.”

“He’s drunk. He probably won’t remember any of this tomorrow. Or at least maybe not too many of the details.”

Bram grabs my forearm, pulls me down, and wraps his arms tightly around me. “If he remembers anything, we’re screwed.”

I’m not worried and he shouldn’t be either. “It’s fine. He didn’t know it’s me in here.”

“True, but he thinks I’m in here eating out someone else. Come on, Claud. Think about that for a minute. Do you really think he’ll go along with us announcing we’re in love after he thinks he walked in on something like that only five weeks earlier?”

Bram just said we’re in love. Not dating. Not seeing each other. Not having a fling.

We’re. In. Love.

I forget all the complications our relationship creates and only focus on those three words. “You said we’re in love.”

“Yeah. I did.” He rolls us so we’re lying on our sides, facing one another, his arm draped around my naked body. “I am so fucking in love with you, Claudia.”

This is all I’ve ever wanted. Him. His heart. His love. “I’m in love with you too.”

“I’ve always protected you. I always will.”

He has, as though it’s his job in life. Even more so than my own brother. “I know you do.”

“And that’s exactly what I’m doing when I say you have to leave now. Owen can’t figure out you were the one under these covers.”

Logic tells me he’s right but the thought of leaving him after we’ve just experienced this wonderful revelation together feels wrong.

“We just admitted we’re in love with each other. The last thing I want to do is leave you.”

Bram pulls away and turns on the lamp. He sits on the side of the bed and leans forward with his forearms resting on his thighs. “We’d be so fucked if he’d seen that prom dress on the floor.”

“But he didn’t.” I move to sit behind him, wrap my legs around his waist, and press my face to his back. His body is trembling, and it’s a true testament to how badly he is shaken by our near exposure.

He lifts my hand to his mouth and kisses the top. “Sometimes I think I’m losing my mind because my thoughts are so irrational when it comes to you.”

My heart is pounding in my chest. Pulsating in my face. Thumping in my ears. “Irrational could mean a lot of different things.”

“I want to tell you not to go to Chattanooga this fall. I want to tell you this apartment is big enough for both of us. I want to tell you to marry me and let me put babies inside you.”

My breath hitches and he kisses my hand again. “Duke…”

“Trust me when I say I know how absurd that must sound at this point in your life. You’re young and there’s so much you haven’t experienced. You deserve to go to college and have tons of fun. Get a degree. Have a great career.”

I don’t think there’s any way I can leave him in four months. And it would be dumb to do it when Chattanooga holds nothing for me. “You. My career in photography. Everything I want is right here.”

“I make good money, and my parents gave me what was left over in my college savings. It’s a good nest egg. I’m more than capable of taking care of you while you build your business and clientele. And if you decide you don’t want to do anything but stay at home and raise our babies, then I’m okay with that too.”

Our babies. I think my ovaries just exploded.

I move to face Bram, straddling him, my arms wrapped around his shoulders. “You want to get married?”

“Yes. I want you to be my wife.” He cradles my face and kisses my mouth. “Would you do that? Marry me? And have babies with me?”

I rise on my knees and position his cock at my entrance. “Yes. I’ll even let you put a baby inside me right now if that’s what you want.”

Bram smiles and shakes his head. “Not tonight. I want our first time to happen when we’re alone.”

He’s right. It would suck for our first time to be interrupted and ruined because my brother figured out it was me in Bram’s bed.

I have no intentions of hurriedly making love for the first time and then rushing out the door. I want to take our time and enjoy every moment of it. “Okay. May 20th it is.”

He tucks my hair behind my ears just as he used to do when I was little. “I can’t wait, little dove.”