by Brenda Ford
“Oh, it is my business and that’s because of sister hood. Because I don’t want to see another woman fucked around by him. I mean, he might be charming, but Brad is an asshole. I don’t want you fooled.”
“Oh, so this is because you care about me?” I reply sarcastically. “Well, thank you I appreciate it, but I can look after myself thank you very much. Plus, who knows, I might be playing him?”
“Oh, honey.” She gives me a sympathetic look. “That’s so sweet. But you aren’t, are you? It’s pretty obvious that you are in love with him and it’s pathetic to see. You are just the latest one that he is promising the world to. But I must let you know, he won’t follow through on any of those promises. As soon as the next hot young thing bats her eyes at him, he will be distracted in an instant and you will be dropped.”
For a moment, my heart stops beating, and I fear that her words might be accurate. He has made me feel like I’m the one for him, but what if that’s just what he does. I know that he sleeps around, or he did before me, he let me know that, but what if this is still part of that and I just can’t see it yet? The last thing I need is to have my heart broken all over again. This time will be so much worse as well because I’m far more invested.
“How… how do you know this anyway?” I stammer back. “Were you with him?”
“Pfft, please. As if I would lower myself. No, I just know because everyone does. Aside from you apparently. You know, I would suggest that you go out there right now and dump his ass. Make him feel as shit as every woman that he has been with before. Woman kind would thank you for it.”
I stare at her, trying to work out exactly what I want to do next, and I end up shoving passed her and back out in to the bar. My pulse pounds in my ears as I stare across the room at him, trying to work out who Brad is. Is he the man I think he is, or the man other people say he is? I just don’t know…
But then he spins around to stare at me and his face lights up as he sees me. He really does care about me which I should remember. Even as the bathroom door swings loudly behind me and I’m sure it’s the red head coming out for another row with me, I don’t care. She’s wrong. Or maybe she isn’t, and she was right once upon a time. But he isn’t that man anymore. He’s a good person, he really does like me, he makes me happy. No bitchy voice is going to come in between what we share. It’s too perfect for that.
I stride across to him, closing the gap between us. She might be behind me thinking that I’m about to do as she commanded and break up with him publicly, but instead I grab him and kiss him hard, letting everyone know just how I feel about Brad. Nothing is going to get in the way of us, especially not bullshit gossip from someone who I don’t even know. Not a chance in hell. He belongs to me and I have staked my claim.
Chapter 16 – Brad – Saturday
“So, are you ready to see my place now?” he asks as we end up by the biggest house, I think I have ever laid my eyes on. I knew that he must have some money considering the success of his company, but this is something else. This is incredible. “I know it looks huge, but there are a lot of us remember?”
“So, is this your child hood home? The one that you all grew up in?”
“It sure is. And I can tell you that it doesn’t feel big when we’re all in it. It’s loud!”
“Just lucky that everyone seemed to have better places to be tonight.”
I shoot Brad a wink because it’s pretty obvious he organized this so I could get to know him better. Alex had an after show party to go to which he was talking Wesley to. Nelson was meeting some friends, Angelo was headed to his girlfriend’s home, and Oliver was going on a late night date. Supposedly. Poor bastards all having to act like they didn’t just want to go to bed after that. Especially Alex, that was one hell of a show!
I only met him briefly, but he seems like a really great person as well. All the brothers are awesome. Not that I’m trying to think too far ahead, but this is a family I wouldn’t mind being part of.
“So, tell me about your history then. I’m excited to learn all about you.”
He unlocks the door and takes me inside. Immediately, I’m filled with the image of a happy family here when the boy’s parents were alive. I can picture laughter and fun, lots of excitement.
“Here is a picture of me and my parents when it was just me…”
“Woah,” I gasp shocked. “They were young when they had you, weren’t they?”
“Yes, they were sixteen years old. Still in high school. Quite the scandal, I imagine.”
I remember myself at sixteen and I can’t even begin to work out what sort of trouble they faced for that. Especially since it was in a different time period as well. They must have been strong people.
“I can’t believe they stayed together after that. That’s absolutely crazy, isn’t it?”
“Yes, then they didn’t go on to have Oliver until they were married and settled in with their careers. So, they were both twenty nine years of age. That’s when they didn’t stop and had the twins, Wesley, then finally Nelson.”
I look into their eyes in the image and just know that they were good people. “I’m sure they would be incredibly proud of you, you know? All of you. You’ve turned out to be great people.”
“I do wonder what it would be like if they were around now. I’m sure that I would be a completely different person if I didn’t have all of those responsibilities when I was only nineteen.”
“Yeah, I can imagine.” Who would he have been? Would we still be here now?
“But they would have loved you.” He turns and touches the back of my head softly. “Because you are lovely.”
We kiss for a while in front of the picture, clinging to each other as if we are only people left alive. But it doesn’t go too far, it’s just kissing because of where we are. It’s nice though, to just have a moment.
“So, are you going to show me the rest of the house then?” I murmur against his lips. “I am looking forward to seeing your bedroom. Especially if it’s the one that you had while growing up.”
“It is actually. Why are we going to play naughty teenagers or something?”
I giggle and grip on to his hand, willing to play anything with this man. “Come on, let’s see.”
I end up all hazy and filled with desire as we wander around the house. Much as I’m seriously enjoying learning about him growing up and becoming the man that he is today, I want to grab him and have sex with him already. I want him to just take me up against the wall or anywhere… but then again, I could always take him…
I’m excited to see up the stairs, to see his room, but I can’t take it any longer. Half way up the stairs, I spin him around and kiss him hard. I’m a stair below him which makes me even smaller, so he needs to bend down even lower to get to me. As he stands back to smile at me, I decide to use this to my advantage. I take another step backwards so I’m even lower and with my eyes locked on his, I fiddle with his zipper.
“Here?” he gasps with his eyes glazing over. “Really? You are a cheeky minx.”
“Hmm, maybe I am.” Fuck, I love feeling like that, being able to shock him. This just encourages me more.
Once his cock springs free and his trousers slide down, I hold him between my fingers, stroking him gently. His hands knot up in my hair and he groans loudly. His eyes fall closed and I can see the intense pleasure in his face from my fingers alone. So, I carry on with my plan and I lean my head in to kiss his tip.
“Oh wow,” I breathe out, my air tickling his length. “You taste incredible.”
He’s all sweet and salty, he tastes like desire and it makes my core pulse with need. I want him deep inside me again, but before we get to that point, I want to taste him more. I am nervous, this isn’t something that I have ever done before, but Brad has made me feel sexy enough to try. I continue to kiss him a couple of times first, flickering my tongue out over his tip a couple of times which makes him hips buck towards me, needing more. The animalistic noises fly
ing out of his mouth only encourage me more.
With a deep breath through my nose, I dart my eyes up towards him and I slide my lips all the way down. It’s hard to reach his base, there’s a moment where I don’t think that I’m going to be able to take him in, but my throat opens up and I take him all the way in. He completely fills up my lips deliciously.
Then I drag my mouth back, swirling my tongue all the way around him as I go. He moans louder and louder, and his thighs stiffen as the pleasure gets to him. My fingers slide up his legs until I find my hands grazing over his balls. He loves this. I can tell by the way that he endlessly calls out my name.
“Fucking hell, Tami,” he yells. “You need to stop before I explode.”
I almost don’t want to. I want to really taste him between my lips, but he takes my head and he pulls me away before I can get too carried away. His hands are shaking. Actually, his whole body is trembling. The lust is really getting to him and I love seeing that in him. I love doing that to him. He’s the big powerful boss man and I’m making a mess of him. The personal assistant – not that I’m that anymore – has her boss at her feet.
“I need you,” he growls while fisting up my hair and pulling me to him. “I need you right now.”
He lifts me up as if I weigh nothing and I instantly wrap my legs around him. If I didn’t have my panties on, his soaking wet cock would slip inside of me. It’s a shame really because I’m throbbing desperately for him. Instead all I can do is kiss him desperately and passionately as he carries me in to a room.
“This is your bedroom?” I pant out as we get through the door. “It’s a nice room. Not like I was expecting.”
Of course it won’t be like a teen room now since he’s an adult but I was kind of expecting half naked women on the walls. But it’s a huge room with a desk and even a couch in it. Lovely. Much nicer than the small room I have in my apartment, not that he’s made me feel bad about it.
“You like the mirror over there?” he asks pointing to a reflective surface that is practically a whole wall.
“Yeah, it’s nice. Why do you ask?”
He drops me to my feet and struts across the room, coming back with an office chair that he positions in front of the mirror. Then he sits there in front of it with his pants down, looking at me expectantly.
“You want me to come over there?” I come over a little shy. “Are you serious?”
He wiggles his finger and I find myself following him like I’m under a damn spell or something. As soon as I stand in front of him, he indicates for me to take my dress off. Because he’s looking at me like I’m a sex goddess, the coyness flows away and I do as he wants, removing the dress. Then the bra and my panties. His eyes pop wide as the light glitters off my skin, making me feel even more beautiful.
“Turn around,” he rasps. “Sit on me. I want us both to watch.”
I shudder violently. I don’t know if I’ll be able to be confident with that one. Looking at him is one thing but seeing myself will be something else. I don’t know if I will like it. But then again, I did make the decision that I was willing to follow him in to any journey, so I will give it a go. If I don’t like it, I’ll tell him.
I turn and see myself, my eyes running over my body curiously as if it’s the first time that I have ever seen it. I suppose like this it is. I haven’t ever seen myself in all my glory before. Also, I’m kinda seeing myself through Brad’s eyes and it isn’t the worst sight in the world. I look kinda good.
Then Brad grips his hands around my hips, and he pulls me back to him, on to his lap. His cock nudges my entrance. I watch myself as I slide back on to him, the visual working well alongside the physical as he plunges deeply in to me. I cry out, tossing my head back, the ecstasy gripping tight on me. I can see Brad peering over my shoulder, enjoying the sight of us as well. His pleasure is sexy as fuck, especially when he’s looking at me like I’m the only woman left in the world.
“Shit,” I yell out as my core tightens. “Fucking hell, Brad. That feels so damn good!”
I lean back, pressing my back against him. One of Brad’s hands slides upwards and reaches my breast. He plays carefully with my nipples, sending wild bolts of pleasure exploding through my chest. His other hand travels downwards and finds my hyper sensitive clit. Everything that’s happened today already has me on fire, so this flaming touch rapidly sends me spilling over the edge in to an orgasm. I can’t take my eyes off myself as I come. I don’t really look like me anymore, I’m a riled up, care free version of myself that I love.
“I’m falling for you,” Brad whispers to me as I spill over the edge. “I know it’s soon and I don’t expect you to say it back but I am. I just want you to know.”
I want to reply, to tell him that I feel the same way as well, but I can’t quite get the words out. I’m breathless, blown away, stunned to the core. This is everything that I have ever wanted and more. I feel so fucking lucky.
Chapter 17 – Tami – Thursday
“Hey, you.” I lean against Brad’s door frame with a sultry smile playing on my lips. “You staying late?”
“Well, since I lost my personal assistant, I have a lot of extra work to do,” he teases. “It isn’t fair.”
“You haven’t thought about replacing me? I really did have a lot to do when I was working with you.”
“Yeah, but you aren’t exactly replaceable, are you? I don’t think that I could do it.”
“Obviously I don’t want you to replace me like that, but it would be good to get someone in, so you have less work. Then I might actually get to spend some more time with you.”
“You can always come and spend some time with me here, you know? Nothing is stopping you.”
I glance behind me, my heart racing as I consider replicating our first time. It definitely isn’t a good idea because we got caught last time… but I’m sure there isn’t anyone around this time. Part of what was really fun about us in the very beginning was the taboo nature of us. It would be a thrill to get back there.
“Well, I wouldn’t want to stop you working,” I declare while strutting into his office with a swing to my hips. “I wouldn’t want to get in the way of whatever is keeping you so busy.”
He pushes his laptop away and grins at me. “As if there is anything more important than you.”
He grabs me and pulls me on to his lap, dragging me to him for a kiss. I giggle against his lips and roll myself around until I’m straddling across him. There’s a deep sense of danger in the pit of my stomach. I know that I should be scared. Frightened enough to put a stop to this, but his eyes melt me. I become a puddle on his lap.
“I honestly don’t know how I’m supposed to get any work done with you strutting around the place in dresses like this.” He tugs at the summer dress swooping around me. “Do you even know how hard it is to keep my hands off you? Honestly, today I almost was about to grab you and spread you across your desk.”
“Mmm, I might have loved that.” I wrap my arms around his neck. “But I can’t imagine what everyone else would say. I don’t think the bitchy girls would be too impressed if we started having sex, do you?”
He grabs my ass. “Do you even care what they think anymore? I sure as hell don’t care.”
“I’m caring much less since I haven’t heard anything for a while.”
I can’t totally relax though. The idea that a message could come through at any moment terrifies me. I jump a little every single time my phone goes off, but I’m sure as time goes on, that will fade. I hope so anyway. I can’t live my life fearing the freaking message tone forever. It’s damn embarrassing.
With a teasing look in my eye, I slide my fingers between me and Brad, but on my body rather than his. He gives me a bit of a confused look but soon works out just what I’m doing as I brush my fingers over my panties and slowly pull them to one side. I just feel like being wild today, going a bit crazy, to turn him on in a brand new way. I groan with pleasure as I touch my clit through the m
aterial, bolting lightning through me.
“Oh, fucking hell, Tami,” Brad moans. “What the hell are you trying to do to me?”
I lick my tongue along my bottom lip as I tug the cotton to the side, and I feel my wet heat. I feel like I have been turned on all day long, like he’s been teasing me for hours until I can’t take it anymore. My head lolls to the side as I slide my fingers in, massaging my own insides until my fingers soak with need.
“Oh shit,” I gasp out as I fuck myself a little harder. “Oh my God. Fucking hell.”
My eyes roll backwards, I’m spinning with dizziness. I can hardly keep myself upwards any longer. Thank fuck he has his hands cupped around my butt to stop me from slipping off his lap. Especially as I bring my thumb in to the mix and I brush it over my clit to send myself even wilder. My sensitive nub is on fire, flames lick all the way over me. There isn’t one part of me that isn’t in heaven. I have spent plenty of time touching myself before, that isn’t new to me, but doing it with someone else is definitely unexpected.
“Fucking hell, you are sexy today.” Brad leans in and nips my throat. The spike of pain is oddly sexy. I weirdly kinda like it. “Watching you give yourself pleasure is the best thing that I have ever seen.”
His teeth, tongue, and lips are all over me. I fucking love the sensation. My fingers pick up the pace and I explore myself faster and harder. The fact that there are spikes of pleasure prickling all over me make it far too intense and I can’t hold back any longer. I drag myself under the waters of bliss, I push the desire into my lungs until it’s all that I can breathe in, and it’s wonderful. I want to remain in this place forever. I don’t ever want to let this man go, he is my whole fucking world. He’s everything that makes me happy.
“Fucking hell, Brad.” I use my free hand to grab on to him with everything that I have. “Fuck me already…”
But he doesn’t. Not at first. He lets me writhe and thrash through the thrones of pleasure for a little while longer. He kisses me, swallowing up my screams as the burst out from my chest, vibrating to my core.