Chapter 15
KATIE
“Are you sure about this?” I asked, sitting beside Bray in his truck as he drove toward his parents’ place. I tucked my hair behind my ear, unusually nervous. The music was turned down low, the windows open.
He woke me up from my nap with kisses and his hand stroking over my hair. I couldn’t remember the last time I napped. Of course, I’d never had sex before either. Who knew a few orgasms would conk me out?
Instead of Bray saying he was leaving and going home, he’d told me to get dressed because we were eating dinner with his family.
His family! After we–
I could feel my cheeks heat thinking about what we’d done.
I’d been to the Wilder ranch many times, but now?
Things were different. It felt different.
I felt different. I was sore, deep inside, which wasn’t surprising because Bray was huge.
I was really surprised he actually fit. I’d be feeling him every time I moved for days.
I blinked, swiped some flyaway hair out of my face. I’d had sex with Bray Wilder! Oh my God.
He reached across the center console and took my hand. “Of course. Zeb mentioned ribs and mac and cheese and, well, I worked up an appetite. No doubt you did, too.”
The wink he gave me made me blush. And my pussy clench.
I was sore down there because, well, Bray was a… vigorous lover. It was hard to keep up with what was going on.
I’d had sex with Bray.
I was riding with Bray to his parents’ house.
I was supposedly with Bray.
We’d had sex, so maybe he was letting me down easy by taking me to be with his family. They were a rambunctious bunch, so it’d be easy to put me back into little sister’s best friend territory like usual when I was over there.
I was hungry and I loved his mom’s mac and cheese.
“Lainey might be mad our plans got cancelled and now I’m going to your parents’ house.”
He shook his head. “She’ll understand. After what happened, we want you both safe.”
“We could’ve just stayed at my house,” I added. “It’s short notice and all.”
“If you stayed home, what were you going to eat?” he asked.
It wasn’t accusatory. In fact, his voice was softer than I’d ever heard before.
I shrugged. “Pasta probably.”
“You mean ramen?”
My cheeks flamed hot at the question. He knew I didn’t have much food. Fortunately, he didn’t push. Instead, he said, “It’s not short notice when it’s family.”
“But I’m–”
“You’re mine, kitten, and that makes you family, even though you were pretty much part of it as Lainey’s best friend. Don’t worry, I’ll get you back early if you need to check on the horses before bed.”
I didn’t know what else to say, so I only nodded.
What did one say to a guy you’d had a crush on since you were a kid, you had sex with and wanted forever but knew it was just temporary? Guys tossed out stuff to get a woman into bed, things she wanted to hear.
Well, for me, it was one word. Mine.
That got me hot. That got him in my panties.
He got me off several times, which was impressive, but he was a gentleman.
All the Wilder brothers were. While I was pretty sure their mom, while they were growing up, pushed being respectful and courteous to women, I doubted she’d added that they needed to make sure a woman orgasmed first when having sex.
I was sure to be just one of many for Bray.
He’d come to my rescue not once, but twice in the same number of days.
He’d learn I was too much work. Too hard.
Too quiet. Too… everything. He’d get tired of rescuing me.
A pretty, glossy woman would cross his path and he’d pat my head and put me back in the little sister’s friend zone.
I was glad I had sex with Bray, to finally get that first time out of the way.
God, it had been amazing. But I needed to be realistic.
It had been sex. Only sex. It wasn’t more.
He and his brothers felt obligated to help me with the broken window.
God, I’d almost forgotten all about that, which was proof I was losing my mind.
I’d have to pay for a new window. Thankfully, I had time before winter set in and required it to be replaced. Heating was expensive and it would just seep right out through that hole, covered or not.
Bray squeezed my fingers again as we turned down the driveway. Bray. Me and Bray. In my mind, I was trying not to doodle little hearts around our names. If I let it be anything more, I’d be hurt when this was over. I was twenty-six. It was a fling.
I would be back to being alone, but with an amazing sexual experience to remember. Nothing more. I had to stay in my place. The friend.
I wasn’t really a Wilder. I never would be.
And I’d never be Bray’s, no matter what he thought.