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brain was fried.
    Come what may — Bronx was the acetone to her painted canvas and she embraced the destruction.
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    Bronx couldn’t catch his breath. He was too young for a heart attack but damn, if his heart wasn’t trying to give it a good shot. He rolled to his back, his hand flopping over his eyes as Delainey lay beside him, breathing as hard as him. He squeezed his eyes shut. What the hell was wrong with him? Fucking her in the ass? Was he some kind of monster? Fuuuuck . Delainey brought out something in him that he couldn’t quite define. A possessiveness that ripped his control to shreds and consumed him. He was already addicted to her sweetness, her vulnerable soft spots and it seemed he was determined to put his mark on each and every one. Even now he wanted to pull her into the shelter of his arms and cuddle. WHAT. THE. FUCK. Cuddle ? Was that even a word in his vocabulary? No. An emphatic no. Girls who wanted cuddle time, got walking time on his watch. But try as he might, he couldn’t just leave things like they were as so he threw an uncomfortable, “Sorry, if I hurt you,” her way and climbed from the bed to clean up. He found baby wipes in her bathroom and grabbed a few to wipe off his dick then, against his better judgment, brought her a few, too. “Here,” he said, handing her the moist disposable cloth.
    She accepted the cloth with a blush but then scrambled from the bed to disappear behind a closed bathroom door. Good going. Now she probably thinks you’re a total dick and she’d be right . But it was so sweet, so perfect. His cock knew no boundaries with her. He wanted to possess her body in every way possible and that meant taking her in the ass, too. Good-fucking-grief, he was thinking like a possessive jackass. She emerged from the bathroom with a shy, forlorn expression and it pricked at his bitter, shriveled up heart. “Do you…I mean…did you enjoy…that?”
    He looked up, confused. “Did I enjoy what? What we just did?” At her nod, he muttered an expletive. “Baby girl, of course I enjoyed it. The question is…did you?”
    To his surprise, she nodded, but her eyes were wide as if alarmed by her own admission and he actually laughed at the absurdity of the situation. “Come here,” he said, patting the spot beside him. When she climbed onto the bed, he pulled her into the shelter of his arms, very aware of how much he liked the feeling of her nestled against him. “Listen, I didn’t mean to fuck you like that. I mean, Jesus, it’s your first time and all that but I couldn’t seem to help myself. I’m sorry if I hurt you. I won’t do it again.”
    “What if I liked it and wanted you to do it again,” she supposed in a small voice, catching him off-guard.
    “Say what?”
    She shifted against him and buried her head against his chest, admitting, “It hurt a little at first but then it started to feel really good and I liked it. I liked it a lot. I mean, I think I like the other stuff better but…I wouldn’t mind doing it again sometime, you know?”
    Holy hell, were they having this conversation? Fucking surreal. “Assuming there is another time…yeah, sure.” Even as the words left his mouth, it was as if even his lips knew it was bullshit and turned down at the corners. He could spend days and nights inside Delainey and not complain. And where does that come from, hmmmm? He wasn’t a keeper sort of guy. He was the quintessential love ‘em and leave ‘em type. He couldn’t have Delainey hanging onto him, clinging to his jacket like she was his woman. He had to get his mind back on track, back to what he understood. He shifted and winced as his wound protested with a big fucking Hey-Remember-Me-Asshole? And he had to wait out the roll of pain that followed. “So why no boyfriend?” he asked, trying to keep things simple and to keep her mind occupied while he took a minute to recuperate.
    She sighed and began tracing faint lines on his chest with the pad of