Breaking Braydon by M.K. Harkins

Author:M.K. Harkins
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Published: 2015-01-24T05:00:00+00:00

TWENTY-THREE

Braydon

My heart was doing crazy, weird things. First, it was beating rapid fire. Then, the beats were skipping, jumping all over the place. I had Jain’s hand in mine, and I was taking her home – to my house. I’d never brought a woman, any woman, to my home before. I wasn’t going to sleep with her tonight, I already knew that. Still, I was excited beyond comprehension to have her with me. If the snow got deep enough, maybe I’d have her for days. What’s happening to me? I didn’t know, and I was shocked to discover I didn’t care.

“Mr. Decker?” Henry’s voice shook me out of my introspection.

“Yes, Henry?” I noticed the car had slowed, and we seemed to be stopping. We had at least two very long blocks to go.

“I think we’ll need to stop here. There’s a tree down up ahead.”

Sure enough, one of the old cedars that lined the road had come down. I glanced down at Jain’s shoes.

“I’ll carry you,” I offered.

She shook her head. “That won’t be necessary, but thanks. I can manage.”

“Miss Independent? You’ll be begging me after ten feet with those shoes.”

Henry pulled the car over to the side of the road. I took Jain’s hand and helped her out. Six inches of snow had piled up in the hour it took to get here. This would be a very long and cold two blocks.

Jain’s eyes grew large as the cold from the snow enveloped her daintily clad feet. I quirked an eyebrow. She quirked both eyebrows back at me. Stubborn.

“Just let me know when you want to cry uncle,” I teased.

“I’m good,” she responded.

As she started walking, she looked like one of those Clydesdale horses from the beer commercials. I tried to contain my laughter. I didn’t want to make her angry. About one block in, I heard a loud groan.

“I can’t feel my feet. Uncle!”

Now I could let my laughter go.

“Don’t laugh! You have no idea what these torture contraptions are like. Some guy by the name of Jimmy made them. He must hate women.” She huffed.

Of course, that statement made me laugh harder. She was probably the only woman on the planet who didn’t know Jimmy Choo.

“I’m sure he loves women. He wants their feet to be beautiful,” I assured her.

“Someone needs to talk to him about practicality. Can you pick me up? I’m dying here.”

I turned my back to her. “Jump on.”

She hiked up her dress a little and hopped on so quickly, I almost lost my balance. She wrapped her arms around my neck, and I grabbed her legs and helped her place them around my stomach for support. “Hang on. Here we go.”

She tightened her grip, breathing into my ear. “Oh, this is nice.” She sighed.

It was nice. I loved the feeling of her wrapped around my body. We were no more than ten feet when I felt her nibble on my ear.

“Are you trying to torture me now?” I questioned.

She giggled and replied, “What? Who me? I’m just trying to make sure your ears stay warm.

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