Free All or Nothing by Kendall Ryan Page A

mine . . . sounded like bliss. Maybe I was just starved for male attention. This was Braydon, after all. Male model and man-whore, whom I had fought to steer clear of, initially. Yet, he’d been nothing but a gentleman so far, using a condom without me having to request it, ensuring I got off first, which sadly was more than I could say for most guys, and adjusting his style when I said it was too rough. He’d already exceeded my low expectations for what a one-night stand was supposed to be.
    The bathroom door opened and the light flipped off. Braydon crossed the room to the bed and climbed in beside me. My lips curled up in a smile. I liked that there was no question, no discussion. He was sleeping over.
    In my apartment.
    With me.
    I relaxed into the mattress and let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. Maybe this arrangement would be okay after all.
    He pulled the fluffy down comforter up around us and curled both arms around me, burying his face against my neck. “That was amazing, gorgeous,” he said, his warm breath whispering across my neck.
    “Mmm,” I returned, unable to form words just yet.
    “You feel perfect.” He tugged me to him, closing all distance between us. Surprisingly, it was comfortable. I wasn’t the best cuddler, and considering he and I had never even come close to sharing a bed, I shouldn’t have been so at ease. Yet, I was. Totally and completely. Without overanalyzing every little thing, I relaxed into his embrace, just enjoying the moment.
    Nature called, though, and all too soon I was crawling out of bed to use the bathroom and get ready to sleep. My reflection in the mirror was unexpected. My cheeks were flushed, my hair was a mess, but mostly I just looked happy. Huh .
    “Are you brushing your teeth in there?” Braydon called. The sound of running water must have given me away.
    “Yes,” I said around a garbled mouthful of bubbles.
    “I’m so jealous right now,” he admitted.
    “You can too if you want.”
    “Use your toothbrush?” he asked.
    “Why not?” His mouth had been on my most private of parts. Cooties were null and void at this point.
    Braydon remained in my bed, though, looking rather comfortable I might add. He somehow knew which side was mine and positioned himself on the opposite one. When I crawled back in beside him, he wrapped me in his arms and whispered goodnight. I settled into his broad, warm body, closed my eyes, and promptly fell into a deep and restful sleep.

5
    A loud blasting sound startled me awake. What the . . . ?
    I scrambled from bed, frantically searching for the source of the sound. It was like a damn fire alarm going off. Braydon rolled over and grabbed his cell phone from the bedside table, silencing it with a grunt and then rolling back over and shutting his eyes.
    My heart was pounding against my ribs and my fists were tightly balled at my sides. I was coiled as tight as a damn wire. “What the fuck was that?”
    One hazy blue eye opened. “Sorry. I can’t hear my alarm unless it’s loud.”
    “Loud? Sweetie, I thought Armageddon was here.”
    He opened his eyes, slowly blinking at me, and his mouth turned up just a fraction. “Get your sweet ass over here, girl.”
    I sighed dramatically like it was some great hardship but crawled back in beside him, letting him spoon his large frame around me.
    “Next time I’ll turn the volume down so that it wakes you up but doesn’t freak you out. Then you can wake me up.”
    “Next time, huh?” I grinned.
    “Yes. And if you’re taking requests, I prefer to be woken up with your mouth on my dick.”
    “Ha,” I snorted. “You’re quite demanding. That’s not happening.”
    His hand moved under my tank top and splayed flat against my belly. His touch made my stomach jump. “Are you feeling okay?” he murmured, pressing his nose into my hair.
    “A little sore,” I admitted.
    He planted a tender kiss to the back of my neck. He could be so sweet and tender at times and