Series: Boys of Bragg
Author: Randa Knight
Genre/Tropes: Guarded heroine x Protective Alpha; Second Chance; Girl Squad; He Falls First; Forced Proximity; Breaking the Family Curse; Touch Her and Die Protector; Extreme Sports
Release Date: September 14, 2026
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LizzyOne reckless night. One unforgettable taste of him.The moment I broke my rules and gave in, I knew I was playing with fire. His smoldering cerulean eyes and the way he whispered my name? Irresistible. He didn’t want forever—but I needed more.Now, he’s back, acting like the boyfriend dreams are made of. Sweet. Attentive. Protective. Maybe even ready to love me the way I crave.But how do I trust a man who’s made walking away into an art form?Is a second chance worth the burn?JoshI left her. Not because I didn’t want her—but because I wanted her too much.Marriage. Kids. The white picket fence. I told myself I couldn’t be that man… because I’m my father’s son. And he broke my mother in ways I can never forget.
So I let Lizzy go.
But fate had other plans. Now I’m here, ready to fight for her, to protect what’s mine—with teeth, fists, and fury if I have to.
She says she doesn’t trust me.
But I’ll prove it—one kiss, one promise, one heated night at a time
“Jesus, darlin’, what the hell did you do to me?” Josh says, lying beside me in bed, completely satisfied after our sex marathon.
“I could say the same thing, blue eyes,” I say, glancing over at him and seeing an evil glint in his eye. That look has one meaning right now. I barely finish the thought before his lips devour mine, then trail down my neck and back to my mouth like he can’t make up his mind where he wants his lips.
“Why can’t I ever get enough of you?” he moans between kisses.
I pull him closer so I can wrap my legs around his waist, wanting him back inside me as quickly as possible. It’s besides the fact that we just finished round four in less than twenty-four hours.
I feel the same way he does—I can’t get enough of him either, which is why I need to talk to him about our relationship and where it’s going. I know he doesn’t do long-term relationships, but we’ve been together on and off for years. I know he doesn’t have anyone else when we’re off—thanks to Dee’s big mouth for that tidbit.
“Darlin’, stop thinking and start feeling,” he says, moving his mouth down my chest, teasing me by kissing all around my breast but not pulling my nipple in his mouth.
I moan, “Fuck, Josh.”
“That’s what I want you to do,” he whispers before pulling my nipple into his mouth, causing me to lift off the bed. I swear he could make me orgasm just from playing and sucking on my breasts. I grip the sheets to stabilize myself, even though he’s going to do something else to make my body jump and tingle. The man never disappoints in the bedroom.
His accent deepens the more he’s turned on. “I need to taste you,” he says, moving farther down my body, dropping open-mouth kisses along the way.
“Y-you did that already,” I stutter, barely able to talk since my body is throbbing for release.
“That was yesterday. It’s 1:02 a.m. A new day.” He lightly brushes his tongue along the length of my pussy and moans, “Best fucking breakfast.”
Whimpering, I call his name again to encourage him to quit stalling and give me my damn orgasm. I can feel it starting to build already. Of course, he does all kinds of things right with his tongue. I feel his fingers enter me while he sucks on that bundle of nerves, completely setting me off.
“We’re just gettin' started, darlin’.” He grabs a condom off the nightstand and rolls it on.
He’s everywhere. His lips. His hands. His weight enveloping me. I absorb every bit of him. Relish him. Those shimmering blue eyes lock with mine while he moves inside me. I feel him clear down to the depths of my soul. I don’t know how long we gaze into each other’s eyes or how long we’re wrapped in each other. I don’t care either. This is a moment I want to freeze and relive again and again.
He breaks our gaze by kissing my neck and moaning my name as I wrap my legs around his, pulling him closer. With each roll of his hips, I climb higher and higher as I dig my fingers deeper into his glorious back muscles.
I moan, “Josh, kiss me.”
His lips are on mine in seconds, languidly moving in sync with mine. Our kiss quickly turns desperate and rough, like we’re both grasping for more. Lord, I need more from him. All of him. His kindness. Those caring blue eyes on me. Watching me. That sexy smirk. His concern and support. His flirtations. His strength. His open heart—loving and completely unguarded.
“Darlin’, catch up with me,” he says, leaning his forehead on mine. Those cerulean eyes are filled with love, begging me. He shifts my hips, shooting me straight to the stars.
“Oh fuuuuccccckk, Josh,” I scream, pushing my hips into him while the rest of my body tightens and flies at the same time.
“That’s it, darlin’, tighten around my dick,” he breathes into my neck before his arms grip me and his hips still. We lay still, breathing each other in.
“Is it sad that I don’t want to move? I want to stay in this moment for as long as I can,” he whispers, running his nose along my jaw.
I graze my fingertips graze down his back, causing goosebumps to appear. I respond, “I feel the same.”
Sadness fills his eyes. He gives me a quick peck on the lips before making his way to the bathroom. When he comes out, I hop up so I can pee and clean up.
When I come out, I watch Josh lying on the bed with the sheet covering his lower body and one arm beside him while the other is across our pillows. His eyes are closed, but I doubt he’s actually sleeping. A satisfied smile crosses his face as he says, “Get your ass in this bed with me instead of ogling me.” He doesn’t have to tell me twice.
Life feels pretty damn perfect. The man of my dreams is holding me after hours of marathon sex. I want—no, need—this every day of my life. This bliss.
I snuggle closer as he squeezes me and places a kiss on my head. I hum and, without thought, say, “This should be our forever. I never want to leave your arms.”
Randa Knight was born and raised in a small little town on the Ohio/Indiana border. Her love of reading began in middle school and never ended. For the past few years, she has been an avid reader and blogger. She studied Literature with a Creative Writing minor at Indiana University (Go Hoosiers!) where she fell in love with writing. The idea for Boys of Bragg series began during a creative writing course.
When she’s not writing, you can find her hanging out with her four boys, husband, and new puppy. Or spending copious amounts of time on Tik Tok instead of writing or cleaning.
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