I eased one hand off the steering wheel and let it rest on her bare knee. She still didn’t respond. I squeezed and massaged up her thigh toward the hem of her skirt. She turned her head away, but she didn’t tell me to stop. I couldn’t stop now if I tried.
I shoved my hand down between her crossed legs. Her alabaster flesh enclosed me in its pillowy softness. Just a little further...My cock ached, it was so hard. I had to get her back to my place with the door shut. I had to taste her and smell her and feel her all around me. Yesterday only made me more ravenous for her than ever.
I gripped one thigh in my hand. “Spread your legs.”
She didn’t say anything. She uncrossed her legs and opened them before my hand. Oh, yes, baby. That’s so nice. I weaseled the rest of the way up, under her skirt to the beautiful white triangle of cotton between her thighs. I stroked her quivering mound and found the fabric already wet. God, I wanted to die and go to heaven right then, but I had to follow through.
I steered with one hand and let my other one fall on her chest. She turned her head farther away. I could get no clue from her facial expression, but her cleavage heaved and collapsed under my hand faster with every touch. I moved my hand from inside her thighs up underneath her shirt. I tickled her nipple through her bra, and the most delicious little mewing noises came from her lips.
Those breasts called me so I couldn’t resist. I rubbed them and squeezed them and mauled them until she moaned. Her legs still lay spread and ready. How wet was she down there now? I had to find out.
I dove my fingers between her thighs one more time, and this time, I dug under her panties to the saturated nest of engorged flesh inside. Man, she was wet! I could have taken a big bite of her peachy goodness if I didn’t have to fight that car every minute.
I rubbed her clit until she rocked and seethed against my hand. Her head lolled back on the seat, and she undulated her pelvis to meet my strokes. She covered my hand with her own and followed my movements with her erotic pulses.
Her noises got louder to match the shrieking wind. She laid her middle finger along mine and guided it into her hole. Her swollen channel swallowed it, and she screeched to the skies on waves of ecstasy. Her juices gushed onto my hand, and she cried out in ecstasy.
Thank fucking god I was at my exit. I yanked the car off the freeway. I couldn’t stand this one second longer. I had to be inside there. I had to feel that wetness all around my painful swollen cock. I jerked the car into the garage and hit the electronic door closer.
She still breathed and whined in the seat next to me. Her legs splayed open, and her breasts heaved with her sobs. I tore the door off its hinges and lifted her into my arms. I kicked the car door closed behind me and carried her upstairs.
Her head rested on my shoulder, and her eyes hovered half closed. She didn’t see anything until I laid her down on my bed. How I longed for this moment! How many nights I laid right here and dreamed she stretched her magnificent body next to me!
I gazed down at her, and her eyes snapped open to stare up at me. Her lips parted. “Brady?”
I bent over her and planted my hands on either side of her head to kiss her. “I’m here, baby. I’m right here.”
She whined into my kiss, and I couldn’t bear the torment of waiting. I lowered myself on top of her, and her body rose to meet me. She threw her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck. She clutched me against her for protection, and I sank into her in all my monstrous desire.
In no time, I shucked off my clothes and slipped the shirt over her head. I unclipped her bra and slid the skirt and panties down to her ankles. She kicked them away. In everything I did, she moaned in soft, plaint readiness. Every particle of her glorious self answered me like an apparition out of my dreams.
I laid her ivory legs aside, and nothing could stop me from gobbling that juicy fruit to my heart’s delight. She bucked and writhed under my tongue, and I drank her orgasmic nectar to the dregs.
She curled on her side in a pleasure-drunk ball, and I wrapped myself around her in throbbing glory. She inched back against me, and I pressed my chest against her back. Her majestic body melted into my arms, and my cock fell into her of its own accord. Her wetness wrapped me in heavenly bliss.
She arched her head back, and fresh screams wrenched out of her when I slid inside. Her muscles clamped around my shaft until it hurt. My hips bounced off her ass until the juicy squirts stuck us together. I contracted my stomach to hit against her, but she only leaned back into me stronger than ever.
I buried my eyes in her neck. I couldn’t watch this. I couldn’t bear witness to my own destruction in her. Before I knew it, I pounded her for all I was worth. Her noises rose in my ears and tattered my brain to a whirlwind. She drove me crazy. No matter what I did to her, she escalated to meet me.
Her legs yawned open around my driving hips. My fingers found their own way underneath to torment her clit to pieces. She screeched louder, and her intoxicating pussy poured its vapors around my shaft. I couldn’t bear it. I never experienced anyone like this before. Every time I thought she was finished, she turned around to kiss me and bring me back to life.
I sprayed my life’s essence into her heavenly insides, and she took it all in her stride. She cuddled into my arms. She kissed the sweat on my forehead and my cheeks. She caressed her pointed nipples along my chest, and her delicate fingers surrounded my soaking wet cock until she made me so hard I had to take her all over again.
I lived without her blessed body so long; I couldn’t stop devouring her. I needed to quench my raving thirst for her, and she gave herself willingly. She enjoyed herself to the limit until I could weep in her arms.
She snaked her arms around my neck and drew me on top of her. She swizzled her hips back and forth to slot me between her legs. Her mouth alone turned me on so I couldn’t think of getting out of bed. I could forget the whole wedding and all the madness of work. Nothing existed but her kiss, her breasts lying so ripe under my chest, her damp pussy embracing me between her legs. I could crawl in there and be happy for the rest of my life.
She whimpered in delicious desire. She climaxed once, and before it ended, she was ready for another one. She never quit, and she never let me quit, either. Her nipples jabbed my chest, and she rocked her hips against my swelling cock. Would she never stop? She never did before, and seven years only made her more insatiable than ever.
I groaned in agony, but she wouldn’t leave me alone until I took her again. My kisses fell off, and she nuzzled down my neck to my chest. She attacked my skin in lusty animal bites. She clawed my ass to drag me into her. She raked my back and ground her quivering mound all over me. I was hard again. I had to fuck her hard until she screamed in rabid wild insanity. I had no choice.
10
Victoria
I held the phone to my ear and listened to Charlie rattle off a series of jobs that still needed to be done for the wedding. “And could you please go with Brady to the venue on Tuesday? The band wants to do a sound check in the hall.”
“Can’t Brady do that alone? This is the third time in two months you’ve sent us to do some chore together.”
“I didn’t think you’d mind,” Charlie replied. “I thought you two were getting along.”
I couldn’t help but blush. At least Charlie was on the other end of the phone and couldn’t see me. “We get along. It’s just that we could accomplish twice as much if we did stuff separately.”
“Well, I need you both there this time,” he replied. “He’s a real estate tycoon. He doesn’t know the first thing about music.”
“And I do? That’s a good one. I expect Brady could handle just about anything. The band doing a sound check isn’t exactly rocket science.”
“Please just go with him, Vic,” Charlie pleaded. “Both Mandy and I wanted to go, but we’ve been so caught up with work we can’t make it.”
“All right.” I pulled out my calendar. “When is it?”
“Friday
the thirteenth.”
I almost fell out of my chair. “Now I know you’re pulling a fast one on me.”
He laughed. “Sorry, darlin’. I didn’t even notice it until right now. It’s just a fluke.”
“I am NOT going out with Brady Townsend on Friday the thirteenth. I don’t care what you say or what you do to me.”
“He’s not such a bad guy. I don’t know why you have to be so down on him all the time.”
“I am not down on him all the time.”
“You are so. You act like doing stuff with him is the worst torture anyone could possibly devise. You act like he’s the devil incarnate.”
“I don’t think he’s the devil incarnate. You know I’ve always liked Brady.”
“You sure don’t act like it. Is it his money? Is that why you don’t like him? Do you think he’s some kind of rich overlord?”
“Of course not. I would never hold that against him. He’s still the same guy he was when you two were growing up together.”
“What is it, then? Why do you always find a way to diss him?”
“I do not diss him. I like Brady.”
“You just said you wouldn’t do anything with him on Friday the thirteenth. You said you didn’t care what I said or did to you. If that’s not a diss, I don’t know what is.”
“Can we stop talking about Brady?”
“Did he say or do something to offend you at the engagement party?”
“No.”
“I saw him following you around. He said you wouldn’t even talk to him. What am I supposed to think?”
I smacked my lips. “I just asked if we could stop talking about him.”
“Then we’ll have to go back to talking about you doing this job with him. Is that what you’d rather talk about?”
I groaned. “Do I really have to do it?”
“You don’t have to,” he replied, “but I sure would appreciate it. I would be your slave for life.”
“Ooo, goody!”
“Come on, Vic,” he chided. “you already said you would. What could possibly go wrong?”
I harrumphed. “You have no idea. With Brady around, anything could go wrong.”
“There you go again.”
“I do have other things to do besides running your errands, you know. You and Mandy aren’t the only people with jobs.”
“Brady has the highest stress job of any of us, and he jumped at the chance to help with the band.”
“I’ll bet he did,” I grumbled.
“Please. Pretty please with sugar on top. Do it for me because you love me so much.”
“Oh, you’re impossible. All right. I’m writing you into my schedule, so that should show you how much you mean to me.”
“Thanks. You’re the best. I gotta go now. See you on Sunday.”
I hung up, but I couldn’t stop staring at the calendar. Two whole months since I saw Brady at that engagement party. Two whole months since we did it. Two whole months since my world turned upside down. Two whole months since I....
I froze. Then I turned back a page to last month and another page to the month before. There was the engagement party marked in a big highlighter heart on my calendar. There, in the week before, five tiny ink crosses marked the days of that month, that fateful month two months ago, when I had my last period.
Shit. I didn’t have to look a second time at the other pages in between. I already knew what they meant. I hadn’t had a period since that day—since that day I nailed Brady in the closet at my uncle’s house.
I tossed the calendar under my desk, so I wouldn’t have to look at it anymore. It didn’t mean anything anyway. So, I was late. So, what? The stress of planning somebody else’s wedding and the tension of meeting Brady again must have made me late. No big deal. Nothing to panic about.
That last time at his place after the tasting sure was nice, though. I spent the night with him, just the way he wanted me to. Don’t get me wrong. I wanted to, too, and we had a nice long talk about things the next morning before he took me home. We agreed to keep it casual, even though we both acknowledged we couldn’t seem to keep our hands off each other. With Charlie getting married, there was no sense getting mixed up in anything serious.
What could possibly go wrong, I asked? I could get pregnant. That’s what could go wrong. We were both too hot for each other ever to think about birth control. I hadn’t seen the hottest lover of my life in seven years. We both got swept up in the heat of the moment. Who thinks about birth control at a time like that?
Not us, apparently. Apparently, birth control was the last thing on either of our minds the other times, too, because no one mentioned it. Every time Charlie or Mandy couldn’t make it and asked us to work together to do some wedding-related task, it always turned into a free-for-all—an unprotected free-for-all.
Now here I was, two months later without a period. What would happen if I really got pregnant? Getting pregnant would be one thing. Getting pregnant with Brady Townsend? That would be another thing altogether.
Heaven knew he could pay for it. I found that out over the last several weeks of seeing him. He had more money than God. I didn’t even want to think about how he got it, but I had already known. He was razor sharp when it came to business. I heard him on the phone with his agent and his team a few times. Man, I wouldn’t want to cross swords with that guy over a lucrative commercial contract. Just being in the same room with him during those phone calls made my palms sweat. No wonder he got what he wanted. Anybody who was anybody caved at his feet and did exactly what he wanted, and I did the same thing.
I remembered last time. Charlie asked us to meet Sam and Helena, Mandy’s maid of honor, to finalize plans for the bachelor and bachelorette parties. The two parties were supposed to be separate, even though everybody was driving to Vegas together and staying at the same hotel. Of course, Charlie and Mandy couldn’t know anything about it, so they delegated Brady and me as their designated representatives.
After Sam and Helena left and Brady escorted me to his car to take me home, he just started the motor when he got a call. I didn’t understand half of what he said, but when he hung up, he glanced over and saw me staring at him. “What?”
I shuddered. “Is it always like that?”
“Always like what?”
“Always like you cracking the whip and making them sit up and beg.”
He leaned across the seat. “I’ll crack the whip and make you sit up and beg if you don’t behave yourself.”
I felt my core get hot as the inside of my thighs got wet. Everything was a sexual invitation to him. He knew he could make me crawl at his feet with the snap of his fingers. He knew he could order me to my knees, and the harder that glint in his eye flashed, the more turned on and complacent I would be.
Thinking about sex with Brady always made me squirm. Thinking about getting pregnant with him made my blood run cold. How was I supposed to work with him on this wedding with this hanging over my head? What if he found out?
Well, he wasn’t going to find out because there was nothing to find out. I wasn’t pregnant, and I wasn’t going to get pregnant. I was going to get my period any day now, and I would have nothing to worry about.
11
Brady
I rang the doorbell and waited on the doorstep until Victoria came out. I held out the roses to her. “These are for you.”
She sniffed them. The red matched her cheeks. “You shouldn’t have done that.”
“I wanted this to be our first official date. No sneaking around. No guilt.”
She flashed her exquisite smile. “Thank you. It’s very nice of you to think of me.”
“I’ve done nothing but think of you these last few weeks,” I told her. “I know we agreed to keep it casual, but I can’t stop thinking about you. This seemed like the next logical step.”
She set the roses inside her house.
I walked her to the Porsche and sat her in the passenger seat. I drove her to th
e restaurant and got a table in the back where we could talk. I ordered a bottle of wine and scoped out the menu. “The filet mignon is really good here. That’s what I usually get, but since this is a special occasion, I might get something different. What do you think you’d like?” She kept looking around. “Is everything all right?”
She waved her hand. “This place...It’s kind of.... you know, expensive for my taste.”
“Do you want to go somewhere else? I know a really good hamburger stand down on the corner. We could get a couple of paper bags and eat in the park. We could sit at the picnic tables with the other crack heads.”
She laughed. “No, I don’t want that. This place is really nice. I’m just not used to it. I’ve never been to a restaurant this nice. Then again, I’ve never been on a date with a guy as rich as you.”
I shrugged. “Don’t think about that. Just think about going on a date with the guy you used to sneak around with in college. I’m still that same guy.”
She winced. What did I say to set her off? “Look, Brady, I don’t want to go on a date with the guy I used to sneak around with in college. That guy really hurt my feelings. I wouldn’t be sitting here now if I thought you were the same as that guy.”
My eyes snapped open. “Really? What did I do to hurt you so badly? I always thought we were going pretty good back then. You said before I dumped you, but I never did anything of the kind.”
She fought hard to keep her voice calm. “You did so. You say we were going pretty good, so what happened? You just disappeared out of my life one day. I texted you to find out what happened, and you never even replied. What happened? Did you find a better girl?”
My stomach ached from this conversation. “You know I could never find a better girl than you.”
Her voice cracked with pent-up emotion. “You say that, but you’ve got one hell of a way of showing it. Do you know what you did to me? I actually cared about you. I actually started in my deluded state to think we might have a future together.”
“That’s what I thought, too. That’s what I always wanted.”
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