Brady Remington Landed Me in Jail

Holy.

His thumb started to caress my lips and rub against my bottom lip. He started to play with it. He stretched it out and then dipped between my two lips…and, oh my god, it slipped inside. My heart was going to pound itself out of my chest.

Brady rested his forehead rest against mine. "I don't know what I'm going to do, Ray."

His thumb swept beside my tongue and teased it. It dipped back out and slid against my cheek. I held my breath—I couldn't do anything else—and I was captivated as it slid back over my lips.

"I just…"

That was Brady talking.

It was Brady who was touching me, but it took another second before I pulled myself out of my haze. I realized that Brady didn't even know what he was doing. I caught his hand and pulled back to give us some space.

Then everything was forgotten when his eyes met mine. My hand reached for his face and cupped the side of his cheek. I was starting not to care…

He closed his eyes and moved into my touch. "I don't know what I'm going to do, Ray."

Nothing needed to happen here. Nothing needed to change…and then he dipped his head to the crook of my shoulder and something washed over me. I wrapped my arms around him and closed my eyes to hold him tight. I didn't want to let him go.

"I just want to stay here, like this." His voice was muffled against my neck.

I no longer knew where I ended and Brady began.

"Rayna," he breathed out. He clasped me tighter.

And then he kissed me. He kissed my neck and I groaned in surrender. That was all Brady needed. He tipped his head back, framed my face with his hands, and took one look. Whatever he saw, he groaned right before his lips were on mine. He commanded his entrance.

CHAPTER TWO

"Oh my God!"

"Oh my God," Brady panted with a rakish grin on his face.

"Get off!" I shoved at his heavy shoulder. A part of me couldn't believe what had just happened. I lost my virginity. I lost it in the backseat of my grandmother's car to my best friend—and he was laughing.

"I just did." Brady tucked a hand around my waist and nuzzled my neck. He yawned a full body yawn—I felt it all the way between my legs. If I would've let him, he would've fallen asleep then and there.

"Brady!"

"Mmmm?" He threw a leg over me and I was again underneath him, sheltered from the world.

It felt nice. Then I remembered that it couldn't last and I twisted my legs out from underneath him, hauled myself backwards into the backseat of the car and collapsed as my hair covered my face. I tried to blow it off my face.

I already knew he was smirking and that he'd be laughing any moment. Waiting…I heard it start. It wasn't long before the car started to shake.

"Stop it. People are going to think we're having sex."

He laughed harder.

"Oh come on, Ray. How can you—I mean—look at you. Look at me! This is…this is…"

"You and me," I said flatly.

He stopped laughing. "Oh man…"

Exactly.

"Holy shit!" he yelped. "Oh my—I am so so sorry, Ray. Ray….oh God."

I scowled. I knew it wasn't funny, but had I been that bad? He didn't have to act like it was the worst thing in the world.

Brady liked sex. He slept with other girls around town and most of them would hop in any time, but I didn't have sex. I didn't flirt. I didn't even smile hello at guys. I'm not a prickly prude, but the truth was that I hadn't pictured it this way, at least not in my grandmother's car. Viola would kill me.

"Could you find my clothes for me? Please?" My skin was flushed so the cool leather felt refreshing, but it couldn't cover the humiliation, shame, self-disgust…there's too many to name. A moment went by before Brady placed my clothes on my stomach gently. The front seat squeaked and I peeked to see that he had turned his back.

After I wiggled into my pants and fixed my sweater. I noticed Brady had done the same, except he left the ripped shirt off. I had an insane idea to offer him my sweater, but bit back that suggestion. It'd bring another fit of laughter and I couldn't handle that.

After we were done dressing, we sat there until a car turned onto the street and its headlights flashed over for us a second. Brady cursed and bent forward to start the car. I didn't move from the backseat, but when his shoulders drooped, I knew what he was doing and I scrambled up to the front seat.

Brady jolted upright and stared at me.

"What?" I ran my hand over the floor in front my seat.

"What are you doing?"

"This is my car. I don't want you to hotwire it." I cringed when my fingers found something soggy on the floor.

"It's Viola's, but what are you doing? I thought you'd stay in the backseat."

"Why?" Screw it—I didn't know what my hands would touch down there, so I just bent my head underneath the dashboard and squinted in the dark.

"Because…" Brady left the sentence hanging.

Something glinted from the light and I smiled. I snatched the keys and jerked upright.

Brady jumped back.