Page 60 of Madden

Brix and Trey both nod. “I’m actually thinking about doing the same,” Trey adds.

Trey runs his hand over Layken’s stomach. She presses her palm to Trey’s face and leans in to kiss him.

I’m jealous as hell of what he’s found with Layken. Everything they’ve been through together—hell, all the shit the guys have been through with their relationships—has only shown me why I shouldn’t hold back from what I have with Brielle.

I won’t let threats like the one Hanna made, the media, or even Brielle’s father or her job stand in our way.

We say our goodbyes, and I spot Tysin with Kyla near the door when we make our escape. I thank Kyla for making tonight amazing for us. Without her, we probably wouldn’t even be having the release party.

When we pull into my garage a few minutes later, I slip my fingers between Brielle’s and lift them to my mouth to kiss the back of her hand when I lead her into the house.

“Thank you for being here and coming with me tonight,” I murmur. “It seems surreal having you here, but I’m glad I have you to myself for the weekend.”

“I am too.” She drags her lip between her teeth, and I resist the urge to kiss her.

I’d rather get her inside where I have better access to her in that sexy-as-hell dress she’s wearing.

“Do you have any idea how hard it’s been keeping my hands off you tonight?”

“I think I have an idea.”

She runs her hand over the front of my jeans, and I suck in a sharp breath.

“Brielle,” I grit, a tone of warning in my voice.

“Yes?”

“Come with me.”

She raises her brow, and I follow it up with, “Now.”

She giggles behind me, wrapping her arm around mine as we climb the staircase leading up to my bedroom. The bag she brought with her, holding her wallet and camera, hangs from her shoulder when we step into my bedroom.

I kneel on the floor, unhooking the strap of her shoes and helping her step out of them.

She sighs, wiggling her toes on the carpet while I do the same to the other foot.

“I got some good photos of you guys playing during your performance tonight.”

“Oh yeah?”

She nods, unzipping the bag to pull out her camera. She turns it on and pushes some buttons to scroll through the pictures.

I push myself to stand, looking over her shoulder at the ones she snapped of us.

“Those turned out amazing.”

She has an incredible talent. Without any edits or retouching, they look like something you’d see straight out of a magazine. She continuously impresses me.

“I’ll print them when I’m back home and give them to you the next time I see you.”

My chest warms at the mention of the next time we’ll be together. I hope this means she sees more between us too.

“I guess that’s good you’re already thinking about the next time.”

She turns, looking up at me, and nods. “Aren’t you?”

“Oh, I am, but I’m also thinking about all the ways I could have you tonight while you’re here too.”