BREN

I was on cloud-fucking-nine.

I might have been a little drunk last night when I'd railed Madie in the shower after our bonfire, but that didn't mean I didn't remember how goddamn good it felt when she clenched around my dick and moaned my name.

And I wasn't drunk at all this morning, meaning that every detail around the moment when Madie called me her boyfriend would forever be seared into my brain.

It was so fucking hot and sweet at the same time, the way she got all possessive when Nessa made some teasing, dirty comment about me, which I'd known was only a ploy to get Madie's reaction. And hell, did Madie react.

"Hey, Wednesday," she'd snapped, even though she had a teasing smile on her face. Her eyes twinkling. "Stop flirting with my boyfriend."

Boyfriend.

I'd been thinking of Madie as mine for a while now, but now she was really mine. And shit if that didn't make my Saturday.

But Saturday just kept getting better. Because now she was sprawled out next to me, soaking up the early evening sun in that tiny bikini. And it was taking all of my goddamn restraint not to run my hands all over her.

I reached peak happiness when Nessa sat up on her towel, sipped her margarita, and said a little drunkenly, "I think we should play truth or dare. We never finished our game last time."

I sat up on my elbows, ready. "Absolutely. Hit me up first, Nessa."

She smirked at me, and I knew we were on the same brain wavelength.

"Truth or dare, Hadaway?"

Okay, I hoped we were on the same brain wavelength. Because I very confidently made my selection.

"Dare."

Her smile grew, and she took a sip of her drink while Beau's head popped up behind her, prepared to watch the show.

"I dare you," Nessa said slowly, "to kiss Madie."

A grin split onto my face.

Because unlike the last time she'd dared me that, I could kiss Madie without reservation. Without regret. Without wondering about the intentions of her desire when I looked over at her, and she bit her lip, teasing me.

There was no confusion about how she wanted me and how I wanted her.

"Hi, baby," I murmured.

A slow, coy smile slipped into place on her face. "Hey, Bren."

I couldn't help but flick my eyes over the rest of her. One tanned leg was propped up as she rested on her towel. Curves were covered by the teeniest bit of fabric. Her swimsuit was a little wet, a little plastered to her skin. Sand stuck to her side. She'd tossed her arm above her head, and I knew it wasn't meant to be seductive. But hell, it was.

"Well, are you going to kiss me or just stare at me?" Madie asked, interrupting my thoughts. She stared up at me, strawberry-blonde hair fanning around her face.

I chuckled lowly. "Oh, I'm going to kiss you."

And then I did, leaning down to cage her beneath me. I brushed my lips over hers tentatively at first, curious to see how she'd respond.

I wasn't disappointed. But when it came to Madie, I never was.

Her arms around my neck, pulling me closer. So I could cover her body with mine and really kiss her.

I smashed my lips against Madie's with unnecessary force before softening the kiss, brushing my mouth over hers until she parted her lips, letting me swipe my tongue against hers. Wet heat greeted me, and I couldn't help but deepen what we had.

This was how I'd wanted to kiss Madie that night at the party. How I'd wanted to push her against the wall in that frat house. And then in the rain, outside McLaren Hall. And then again in her dorm room when I'd walked in to find her half-naked. I would have kissed her like this up against the door. Or her bed. Or literally anywhere.

I couldn't then. But now, everything was different.

Grabbing my hips, Madie forced them down into hers, grinding us together. I was already so fucking hard, and I couldn't stop from lightly thrusting my dick between her legs just so I could hear her gasp against my lips. She breathed my name and tangled her fingers in my hair, kissing me even harder.

"Christ, Madie," I moaned into her mouth, vaguely aware of Beau and Nessa watching us. "I thought you didn't want an audience—"

"I don't care anymore, Bren."

"Do we stop them?" I heard Beau ask Nessa. "They're like literally dry humping on the beach."

Nessa mumbled something indecipherable. But as usual, Beau's voice rang loud and clear, interrupting the beautiful symphony that was Madie's hot whimpering.

"You started it. You say something."

I broke away from Madie's mouth with a laugh.

"Sorry guys," I muttered, even though the apology was lacking sincerity. I would kiss the shit out of Madie again in a second, and I wouldn't give a damn about who was watching.

Glancing down at Madie, I caught her bright eyes staring up at me. It was clear she felt the same; that gaze practically begged me to continue what we'd started between the sand and the sun.

Somehow I resisted, taking a few deep breaths while trying to discreetly adjust myself. I didn't exactly need everyone to see my erection flying at full mast in my swim trunks. But shit, it was hard to control when Madie was still soft and warm beneath me.

Eventually I flopped back onto my towel, and Madie immediately popped up from hers.

"I'll be right back," she said breathily before running off toward the house.

I tried not to watch, but goddamn. Her swim bottoms barely covered her ass, and she was bouncing through piles of sand.

Groaning, I dragged a hand over my face. Somewhere in the background, Nessa laughed.

"What are you waiting for, Bren?" she asked.

I peaked at her through my fingers, giving a questioning glance.

"Dude, go after her," Beau filled in for Nessa. "We don't care; we just don't wanna watch it."

"I'm trying to be less of a horny fucker."

Beau snorted. "Oh, you remember me calling you that last night, huh?"

I shot a glare at him, but we both knew it didn't mean anything. Then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw Nessa shrug. She flicked her long, dark hair over her shoulder before leaning back on her free hand.

"I don't think Madie minds," she said simply before taking a sip of her drink. "The horny fucker thing, I mean. In fact, I think she was probably counting on it when she went inside."

Well, that convinced me. Because the last thing I wanted was to leave Madie waiting when she wanted me.

Jogging up to the beach house, I took a second to whip a hand through my hair, trying to tame it in some way. The wind was wild today, and my hair was beyond tangled. Especially after the way Madie had tugged on it.

But it didn't take long to decide the effort was useless, and I gave up, slipping into the kitchen. Madie leaned against the countertop, still only in her bikini top and bottoms, her ass sticking out as she sucked on a strawberry. Ah, fucking hell.

She either didn't notice me coming in, or she didn't bother turning around. It didn't matter either way. I snuck up behind her, pressing a kiss to her neck and caging her against the counter.

Had I hoped that Bren would follow me into the house?

Absolutely.

Did I think he actually would, considering that Beau and Nessa would obviously know what was up? Not really.

Which was why I didn't even notice that he came inside, and when I felt arms wind around me, I jumped slightly. But after that initial touch, I knew immediately it was him. It smelled like Bren. It felt like Bren, his lips brushing along my skin lightly. It sounded like Bren, his low moan tickling my ear as he pushed me into the countertop. He was deliciously firm, and my body came alive at feeling him around me.

"You're a fucking tease, Madeline," he rasped in my ear.

I moaned and swallowed the strawberry I'd been snacking on, not knowing how else to respond.

I knew I'd urged that kiss a little too far in the sand, but I hadn't been able to help it. Bren had just looked so perfect with his beach tousled hair and eyes that melted me more than the sun.

Now his hands were inching up my stomach, and I felt his fingers slide beneath my swimsuit. Every touch had me panting.

And gasping. Because in one swift movement, Bren cupped my bare breasts in both hands, tugging me into his chest. I arched backward, letting him hold me. Tease me. My head tipped up, falling into the crook of his neck, and he kissed me slowly as the tips of his fingers toyed with my nipples.

Tingles of pleasure shot through my body.

"I can't wait to get you alone again," he murmured against my lips. "You drive me crazy. I have a hot ass girlfriend."

A pleasure of a different kind spread through my body. I'd been someone's girlfriend before, but never someone who treated me like Bren did. Never someone like Bren, full stop.

"We're alone right now," I breathed.

I didn't want to wait.

His smirk stretched across my mouth. "Nessa told me that you wanted me to follow you in here. Is that true?"

"Yes," I said, even though it came out as more of a shriek. Because Bren gave my nipples a tiny pinch, and a zap of electricity rolled through me.

Thank god for Nessa. I owed her everything, including this.

Bren chuckled, and it was the most attractive noise I'd ever heard. All warm and husky and attentive.

"When I said I couldn't wait to get you alone," he began, dropping his voice. "I meant that I wanted to get you in bed and spend all night finding every possible way to make you come."

A little whimper escaped my throat. Anticipation made my nerves tighten, and I lost control of the sounds I was making, the way I shivered in his arms.

Bren pressed a gentle kiss to my lips. "Until you can't take it anymore," he added before rocking his hips into me, and his erection dug into my ass.

"Bren," I moaned, breathing across his lips. "I can't take this anymore."

I couldn't remember the last time I'd been so turned on. Although last night definitely came close.

With another husky laugh, Bren spun me around so we were facing each other. His eyes swept over me appreciatively, and I swallowed because my throat dried up from the heat of his gaze. Then he inched forward, leaning his body into mine slowly, and I felt every single inch of him.

"I'm the tease?" I laughed. "Yeah, righ—"

Bren swooped down, capturing my words in his mouth, kissing me like he needed my breath to live. Which I understood. Because that was how I felt about him.

He kissed me with urgency, pressing our bodies together until the space between us was nonexistent, his hips grinding into mine. I shamelessly flexed up to meet his gentle thrusts, wanting more. The combination of his soft lips and hard body was so divine, and it didn't take long for gentle thrusts to become needy, aggressive. Bren's erection kept hitting me in just the right spot as he kissed me. He groaned in my mouth, and it was uncontrolled. Exactly how I felt.

But I still wanted more.

"Bren, I need you inside me," I gasped.

A little growl erupted from the back of his throat. "Fuck, Madie. The condoms are all the way upstairs, and this feels too damn good to stop."

To demonstrate, he grabbed my hips to steady them before jerking into me, hitting my clit with precision, even through our clothes. A flash flood of pleasure rained down, and I cried out, completely forgetting about anything other than having him do that again.

And he did. Over and over as our mouths collided in the most desperate kiss I'd ever known. Until Bren suddenly dropped away, and I nearly cursed him out for leaving me when I was so close to something so good.

Roughly tugging my bottoms down, he looked up, watching my face. Blazing eyes captured my attention at the same moment he thrust a finger into me and lowered his mouth, licking where I was already wet and aching and wanting him. And oh—

"Bren," I cried, throwing my head back.

"Eyes here, Madie," he murmured against me, sending toe-curling vibrations through my body.

Looking back down, I watched as Bren's mouth moved over me. His tongue danced over my clit, and then he sucked on it, and I squirmed, which only made his finger dive deeper.

And then, if I hadn't already been on the edge, Bren's free hand dipped into his swim trunks. He was stroking himself. And watching me. And tangling me in pleasure. And within seconds, it became all too much, and I let go with the waves of my orgasm.

A few extra pumps, and Bren did too. Because he cried his release against my clit, and I nearly died from the sensations. To the point where I had to push him away.

He sat back on the floor with a sated smile, panting heavily for a moment before fixing my swimsuit bottoms for me. "Sorry I just needed to feel it with you," he said.

I shook my head, unable to speak.

The apology was unnecessary.

"I'll be right back," he murmured. Standing, he crossed the kitchen and slipped into the bathroom.

I didn't move until he came back, too dazed by what had happened. Luckily Bren swept me up, bringing me over to the couch. I tried not to think about how we were getting sand and saltwater over a piece of furniture that probably cost more than Bren's car.

After pulling me onto his lap, he cupped my face with both hands and bowed my head down so he could kiss the top of it.

"How are you feeling today?" he asked.

I laughed. What a ridiculous question.

He grinned at me. "I mean besides what just happened."

"Which was..."

I was lost for words.

"I think we both know what it was, Madie," he breathed, a little smirk on his face as he took my line from a few days ago. But it was still true.

His grin fell a little. "Any headaches?"

I shook my head, and the grin returned.

"I feel great, Bren. Better than ever."

"Really?"

"Really, baby."

"That makes me so fucking happy."

His eyes traced my face, and so I took in his. Every bit of him was happy. And it made me feel so warm, so perfectly content. All I ever really wanted was to make Bren Hadaway smile, and I had a feeling I was gonna want it for a really long time.

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just a lil bonus. hope you enjoyed!
xoxo amelie

ps you're the best in case you forgot