by K. C. Wells
His words set Brady on fire, and he pushed back harder, riding Jordan’s fingers. “I want that too. Want to slide into you, feel you wrapped around my dick.” God, he wanted that so badly. “Jordan, I don’t think I can take much more.” His need was white-hot, his dick aching.
“Me neither.”
Brady stilled as Jordan’s weight pinned him to the bed, and his hot, bare cock settled between Brady’s asscheeks. Jordan rocked his hips, sliding his dick over Brady’s hole, and Brady rocked with him as best he could, his own shaft rubbing against the comforter beneath him. Jordan picked up speed, his cock sliding faster, and Brady didn’t know which was the more sensual—the friction created by his own shaft against the bed or Jordan’s dick sliding through his crease.
The outcome was a foregone conclusion. Brady shuddered and came all over the comforter, and seconds later he felt the warmth of Jordan’s load as it met his back and ass.
Jordan kissed his neck and shoulders, his body shaking. “If this is what it’s like when we haven’t got lube, imagine what it will be like when we do?”
Brady turned his head to claim a kiss, and Jordan didn’t disappoint him. He cupped Jordan’s cheek and smiled. “I think we’re going to need more condoms.”
Jordan’s face lit up. “I think we’re going shopping in the morning.” When Brady bit his lip, Jordan regarded him quizzically. “What?”
“I’m just thinking about how to get this comforter cleaned without anyone asking too many awkward questions.”
Jordan’s eyes widened. “I hadn’t thought of that.” Then he grinned. “Here’s what we do. We give it as good a cleanup as we can. Then tomorrow morning, one of us ‘accidentally’ spills a cup of coffee there.” He lay on his back beside Brady. “What do you think?”
Brady shifted closer until his lips were barely an inch from Jordan’s. “I think we’d better hold off on the coffee idea until Sunday. Let’s leave ourselves some wiggle room for whatever comes to pass tomorrow.” He paused. “That is, if you’d like something to come to pass.”
Jordan closed the distance between them, kissing him softly. “I’d like nothing more,” he whispered. “Did you mean it? About… wanting to be inside me?”
Brady gazed into his eyes. “Are you okay with that?” He held his breath.
God, the heat in those eyes….
“Definitely.”
Then Brady forgot all about wet spots and lost himself in a kiss that held so much promise for the day to come.
Once they’d cleaned up as best they could, Brady pulled back the comforter and climbed into bed. He blinked as Jordan went into the closet and emerged with a pillow and blanket, which he then laid on the couch. He’s really going to….
Jordan gave him a warm smile. “Sleep well.” Then he lay down and pulled the blanket over him.
Brady stared at him, lost for words. He’d thoroughly expected Jordan to ask to share the bed, especially after what had just transpired. That Jordan hadn’t was something of a shock….
Then Brady reconsidered. He’s not pushing himself on me. He’s giving me space. The realization only served to confirm what he already knew: he wanted to hold on to Jordan for as long as he could.
Brady pushed aside the one thought that niggled at him.
What happens when this weekend is over?
Brady didn’t want to think that far ahead, especially when he suspected his heart was about to be broken.
Chapter Sixteen
BRADY opened his eyes, aware of the sound of birdsong and sunlight. He reached for his phone to check the time. Too damn early. Brady rolled onto his side and gazed over at the couch. Jordan lay fast asleep, almost hidden beneath the blanket, only the top of his head visible.
Brady smiled. Jordan made the cutest little snores.
He stretched and sat up, glancing at the covers. The comforter didn’t look the worse for wear, thank goodness. Warmth curled through Brady’s body as he recalled the previous night, but as he lay there, playing their hot encounter over and over again in his head, unease unfurled in his belly.
He said he wanted me too. But would he have made a move if I hadn’t… launched myself at him? Then there were the mutual blowjobs, the shameless manner in which Brady had offered up his ass…. Did I go too far?
One thing was certain. He couldn’t lie there and torture himself with such thoughts.
As quietly as he could manage, Brady eased himself out of the bed, then pulled on his jeans. He rummaged in his bag for a sweater, shivering a little in the cool morning air. A pair of thick socks finished the ensemble, and he was ready to creep out of the room.
The house was quiet, but the aroma of freshly brewed coffee that assaulted his nostrils told another story. Brady walked silently along the hallway into the living room and around the corner to the open-plan kitchen. Belinda stood at the countertop, a cup in hand, staring out at the yard. She turned her head as he approached and smiled.
“Good morning. Seems like I’m not the only early bird around here.” Belinda tilted her head to one side. “And I like the look.”
It took Brady a second to realize she was referring to his glasses. “It was way too early to be putting in contacts.”
Belinda nodded toward the coffee machine. “Want some? Or would you prefer tea?”
“Coffee would be great.”
She poured him a cup. “Help yourself to milk, creamer, and sugar, then come sit with me.” She went over to the dining table and sat down.
Brady joined her, sipping his coffee as he crossed the floor. “This is good. Just what I need first thing in the morning.”
“I take it Jordan is still sleeping?” She smiled. “No change there. He never was much of an early riser. You should have seen him when he had a class first thing. Talk about bleary-eyed.” Her eyes twinkled. “Does he still need a bomb under him to get him moving in the morning?”
Brady laughed. “I wouldn’t know. By the time I get to see him at the office, he’s awake and raring to go. Not that he gets very far without his caffeine jolt.”
Belinda stilled. “Okay, I’m a little confused. Drake said he first met you at a conference in Nashville, where Jordan introduced you as his personal assistant. Then you told him this weekend that this is a fairly recent relationship. But I’ve been watching the pair of you. This doesn’t feel recent to me. You guys look like you belong together.”
Brady took a long drink of coffee. Hoo boy. He put down his cup and leaned forward, his hands clasped on the light oak table. “It’s a long story.”
Belinda leaned back, her cup in her hands. “We’ve got time.”
Hesitatingly at first, he told her how he came to be there, including Jordan’s visits to his apartment, the shopping trip, the spa afternoon, and the visit to Jordan’s parents. Belinda listened intently, getting up once to refill their cups. When he’d finished, she sighed.
“So you work for Jordan, and you’re in love with him,” she said simply.
Brady chuckled. “I’m having a sudden case of déjà vu. My neighbor said the same thing.” He told her about his conversation with Phil.
She nodded. “I think she’s right. When you told me about Jordan turning up on your doorstep, shopping for you, feeding you…. My first thought was ‘oh my God, how sweet,’ but you know what? There has to be something there for him to act like that.” Belinda regarded him closely. “He doesn’t know how you feel, does he?”
Brady shook his head. “That was the whole point about this weekend. I was finally going to tell him.” He paused. “I just haven’t found the right moment yet.” Brady stiffened at the sound of a door closing softly. A moment later, Jordan walked into the room, yawning.
Belinda got up, strolled into the kitchen, and returned with a large mug of coffee, which she handed to Jordan, smiling. He glanced at it and laughed. Belinda kissed his cheek. “I figured in this case, actions speak louder than words. And now that you’re both up, I’ll start breakfast. Eggs, bacon, and pancakes
are on the menu.” She left them and reentered the kitchen, humming to herself.
Jordan joined Brady at the table. “Hey. I wondered where you’d gone to.” He fell silent, and the sudden lull felt awkward to Brady, reinforcing his earlier unease.
Brady smiled. “I was lured out of the room by the scent of fresh coffee,” he lied. When Jordan returned his smile but said nothing, he couldn’t bear the quiet any longer. “Hey, Belinda, can I do anything to help?” He got up from the table and went into the kitchen.
She grinned. “Are you any good at making pancakes?”
Brady flexed his fingers. “Now you’re talking. Pancake-making is one of my superpowers.”
“And he has many, believe me.”
Brady turned to find Jordan standing by the countertop, sipping coffee.
Belinda chuckled. “Wow. I can see why you’d want to keep this one.” She winked at Brady. “The bowl’s in that cabinet over there. Flour, baking powder, and sugar are in the cabinet above, the milk is in the refrigerator, and the eggs are in that basket by the window. Dazzle me.” She continued breaking eggs into a smaller bowl.
“I could deal with the bacon,” Jordan volunteered.
Belinda snorted. “Not unless your cooking skills have improved vastly in the last eighteen years.”
“Hey, I can cook,” Jordan protested.
Brady snickered. “You forget, you’re talking to the guy who has your meals delivered.” He gave Jordan a hard stare. “And I also know that your car drops you off every morning outside a certain… establishment that serves—”
“Okay, okay.” Jordan retreated to the dining table, mumbling something about assistants who knew too goddamn much. But the atmosphere had lightened enough that Brady felt more comfortable.
Maybe everything will be okay after all.
He hoped.
BREAKFAST over, Belinda cleared the dishes. “You were right about the pancakes,” she told Brady. “They were delicious.”
Brady smiled and buffed his nails on his shirt.
“By the way,” she said as she brought them more coffee, “I have to pop out this morning to do a little grocery shopping, which wouldn’t be necessary if my dear children hadn’t decided to serve themselves popcorn and several glasses of milk last night.” She rolled her eyes. “Kids. Plus, I have a couple of things I need to get before the party this evening—”
“I’ll do the shopping,” Jordan interjected.
Brady suddenly remembered that he had an item or two on his list. “No, that’s okay. You stay here with Belinda and the kids. I’ll go.”
Belinda burst out laughing. “Okay. We have three options here. One, you both go to the store. Two, one of you goes and one stays. Or three, I’ll go and you get to make breakfast for those two little locusts I affectionately call children.”
Jordan was up off his chair before Brady could react. “I’ll go, seeing as I’m the one on the paperwork for the rental car. Where’s the list?”
“On the refrigerator,” Belinda told him.
Jordan hurried over and grabbed it. “Where should I go?”
“Turn left onto Stephen Hands Path, then make a left onto Montauk Highway. Then take Main Street, North Main Street, before taking Springs Fireplace Road. It’s about a fifteen-minute drive to the One-Stop Market. There’s a gas station that’s closer, but they’re pretty limited. The market is your best shot.”
“Jordan?” Brady smiled. “Use your phone.”
Jordan rolled his eyes. “Oh, I get it. First I can’t cook, now I can’t navigate?” He narrowed his gaze. “Just so you know? I’m writing all this down.” The twitch of his lips told Brady the truth, however. Jordan wasn’t all that pissed.
Within five minutes, Jordan was out the door.
Brady stared after him, his stomach churning, unsure what to make of Jordan’s mood. Is he having regrets? That question sent ripples of disquiet through him. Brady’s only regret was that he hadn’t had the foresight to pack condoms and lube. And the solitary condom he’d found was only just within its expiration date.
But I didn’t come here expecting that we’d—
“What’s wrong?” Belinda sat down next to him, her eyes warm and compassionate.
Brady sighed. No way was he about to share what had happened the previous night. He had limits. “He’s just a little… different this morning.”
She smiled and covered his hand with her own. “You wait. By the time he gets back, he’ll be the Jordan you’re used to. He just needs to wake up properly.” She gazed at him thoughtfully. “And maybe he just needs a little push in the right direction.”
Brady shook his head. “I’m not going to push him.” No, I already did that last night. If anything else was to happen between them, Brady wanted to be sure it was what they both wanted.
JORDAN checked the list, then headed to the cash register. There weren’t a huge number of items, and it had taken him all of ten minutes to find everything, which was amazing, considering how distracted he was. Waking up to find Brady wasn’t there had troubled him—not that he’d anticipated picking up where they’d left off the night before. But his first thought on seeing the empty bed was that he would’ve liked to have crawled into it and held Brady for a while before they had to get up.
Maybe he got up because he didn’t want to face me.
Jordan hoped to God that wasn’t the case. The last thing he wanted was to ruin what they had. Only… would I be happy if things went back to the way they were? He liked the Brady who’d emerged from the background during the last month or so, liked the way they connected, interacted. And last night? The Brady who’d kissed him with such fervor, who’d been demanding and impulsive and hot as hell?
Jordan didn’t want to lose that Brady, not even for a second.
As he approached the intersection with Main Street, a familiar sign caught his eye. His heartbeat sped up, and he changed lanes, heading left instead of right. When he switched off the engine in the parking lot of CVS, he knew he’d reached a decision.
Time to do a little more shopping.
“THANKS for that, Jordan,” Belinda said as she took the bags from him. “Lunch will be at twelve. Why don’t you and Brady go for a walk? You can go to East Hampton Main Beach. It’s less than ten minutes’ drive from here.”
“Are you sure? Maybe we should help you get ready for the party.”
Belinda chuckled. “That’s what children are for—Mom’s little helpers. But seriously, people won’t start arriving here until after four, so we have plenty of time to get all the preparations done. Just make sure you’re back here for lunch. Oh, and if you turn left along the beach, be careful not to get hit in the head by a stray golf ball.” Her eyes sparkled. “Maidstone golf club backs onto the beach.” She caught Brady’s gaze for a second before walking out of the living room.
Brady knew exactly what Belinda was up to—she was giving him some alone time with Jordan. So much for not pushing. Still, he didn’t dislike the idea of a stroll along the beach with Jordan, even if the sky was filled with thick gray clouds. The thermometer on the kitchen wall proclaimed the outside temperature to be sixty-nine degrees, and that wasn’t cold by any stretch of the imagination.
“I’d love to see the ocean,” he said quietly. When Jordan turned to face him, Brady shrugged. “Not something I’ve ever gotten the opportunity to enjoy.”
Jordan nodded slowly. “Then that’s it. Grab your jacket. We’re going to the beach.”
Ten minutes later they were parking behind a hotel right on the beach. Brady followed Jordan onto the sand and peered up and down the long stretch of beach. There were maybe ten or twelve people, some elderly couples, a family with kids and a very exuberant, bouncy retriever, and a guy walking slowly along, holding out a metal detector.
“Left or right?” Jordan asked him.
Brady grinned. “I’m feeling adventurous. Let’s head left.”
They walked along the beach at a leisurely pace, Brady�
�s gaze locked onto the waves that crashed onto the shore. There was an energy about it that appealed to him. As much as he loved New York and all that city life had to offer, this was exhilarating.
“So how do you like the ocean?” Jordan asked after they’d been walking for about five minutes in silence.
“I love it.” The air hitting his face had a sting to it, and Brady liked the sensation. The ocean had its own smell, and that too was pleasant. “Have you spent much time at the ocean?”
“Not as much as I’d like.”
Brady already knew the reason for that. Jordan’s time was all tied up with his company.
“Are you enjoying the weekend so far?”
Brady came to a halt and stared at him. “Why do you ask? Does it look like I’m not? So far, it’s been great. Some parts of it especially.” He left it there. Jordan wasn’t stupid.
Jordan bit his lip. “Good to know.”
Brady couldn’t resist. “Did you find what you wanted earlier? When you went shopping?”
Jordan’s face lit up in a wicked grin. “Oh, definitely.”
That slow unfurling in Brady’s belly was back, only this time, what spread through him was heat.
They resumed their walk, Jordan reaching across for Brady’s hand, and the gesture warmed him. “Did you have a good talk with Belinda this morning before I got up?”
Brady nodded. “She really is great.”
“What did you talk about?”
He snorted. “You, of course.” When Jordan jerked his head to stare at him, Brady chuckled. “Of course we talked about you. I wanted her to dish all the dirt on you from when you were at college. I figured she’d know all your deep, dark secrets.” He was enjoying himself.
“Wasn’t aware I had any of those,” Jordan muttered. He frowned. “What did she tell you?”
Brady couldn’t bear to tease him any longer. “She mentioned how hard you studied, and how Drake liked to… distract you by finding you guys.”