by Tory Baker
I’ve never done that before. I feel foolish, but I don’t even think of saying no. I hold my pussy open for him, and I’m immediately rewarded when Brody thrust two fingers in my pussy without warning.
It’s been so long since I’ve been with a man I cry out, my body trembling. It’s just his fingers, but the fit is still tight, even as wet as I am. Brody shows me no mercy as his finger slide in and out of me. His tongue flattens and covers my clit. He licks over my clit, teasing it with the tip of his tongue and then his tongue travels down dipping inside my pussy as his fingers are sunk deep inside of me.
“Fuck…” I groan, not normally one to curse, but unable to stop the word as my body trembles from head to toe. I’m so wet and more of my cum is sliding from my pussy and Brody is right there licking it all up. I can do nothing but hold onto him and enjoy.
His fingers slowly come out of me, his face pushing into my pussy more. The hard ridge of his nose presses against my clit as he fucks me with his tongue. I thrust against him too, knowing it will only take a little of this friction before I’m coming all over Brody’s face. He groans as his tongue slides out of me and sucks on my clit. One of his fingers goes just a little into my pussy. I’m so wet you can hear the sucking sounds as I try to hold onto him. I probably should be embarrassed, but I’m too turned on… too close to the edge. I feel his thumb dance along the rim of my ass, pushing against the entrance. My legs tremble beneath me. He can’t mean to—
He does.
His finger slides into my ass at the exact moment he sucks hard on my clit and catches it between his teeth biting just enough to cause it to sting with pain. My body convulses as Brody’s thumb pushes further into my ass and his mouth works my clit.
My fingers tighten into his hair as I shove his face deeper into my aching cunt.
“Brody! I’m coming!” I gasp, riding his face hard as wave after wave of my climax takes me over. I come all over his face. I have no shame. I just don’t want the pleasure to end. I ride it harder and harder, my whole body convulsing with pleasure.
I lose sight of what happens after that. I’m swept away. I only know that I slowly come back down to earth with Brody licking my pussy gently and humming. He’s completely holding me up too, my legs are too weak and definitely still trembling. I do my best to put my weight back on them, but when Brody looks up at me smiling, his lips shiny from my orgasm, they nearly give out on me again.
“I was right, gorgeous,” he says.
“Right?” I ask, because I have no idea what he’s talking about.
“You were fucking fantastic to eat,” he says and shit, he says it and then begins licking his lips. I have no idea how to respond and that seems to make him happy because he laughs. He stands up and lifts me up into his arms. I hold on with a startled yelp. “Let’s go see about that shower now and maybe you can help me with this ache I have in my balls,” he whispers right before his lips come down to kiss me.
I can taste myself on him and I don’t even care. I just came harder than I ever did in my life, and I’m already dying for more.
“I think I’d like to help you with that,” I tell him, as he stands me up on the bathroom floor. My eyes never leave his as I slide down on my knees and begin undoing his jeans.
“Fuck yes,” he growls as I get his pants undone and his cock slides out. He’s large, long and wide and these big veins are pushing against the skin of his shaft. He’s perfect.
It’s going to be a long night… and I couldn’t be happier.
Chapter Eighteen
Tabitha
“Have I told you how fucking beautiful you look today?” Brody growls against my ear.
“You have got to be kidding? You are looking at this horrible bridesmaid dress aren’t you?”
“I see nothing but you, Tabitha,” he purrs and kisses me.
I look up at him and I feel tears stinging my eyes. I can’t remember ever being this happy.
“Brody, I have something to tell you,” I say suddenly. I don’t mean to tell him like this and I probably shouldn’t, but all at once it just seems wrong not to tell him how I feel about him.
“Hey, what’s the tears for, gorgeous? You should never cry,” he murmurs, and being the sweet man that I’ve come to know, he leans up and kisses my eyes gently.
“People cry, that’s just life, Brody—but, these are happy tears,” I confess.
“Then, those are allowed,” he says grudgingly. “What is it you have to tell me, sweetheart?”
“May I talk with Tabitha? I have something to ask her about the wedding.”
I don’t get a chance to tell Brody I love him because before I can form any words, Robbie is standing in front of me, smiling. My stomach turns. I don’t want to talk with Robbie. I can’t even say I like him anymore. After today he’s going to be my brother-in-law, and I’m not thrilled with that either. I’ve tried to talk to my sister about things, but she’s adamant she’s getting married. She even told me she doesn’t love him, but that love is not important in a marriage. I didn’t know what to say—especially once my mother agreed with her.
Sometimes I think I’m adopted.
“Shouldn’t you be off getting ready to marry your bride or something, Rodney?” Brody asks and I hold my head down to keep from showing my smile. It’s all I can do to keep from laughing.
“My name is Robbie.”
“Whatever,” Brody says and I can’t stop a small giggle—which really kind of turns into a snort.
“I need to ask Tabby a private question about the wedding.”
“So ask it.”
“I said it was private,” Robbie says and I roll my eyes. I had forgotten this side of Robbie. He can be a little bit of a drama hound. I suddenly want to thank him for breaking my heart. I would have been miserable with this man. Apparently, I was stupid when I was younger. Now I’m just anxious to get this over with. I came outside because Hilary wanted me to make sure the tables were set properly and her centerpieces looked good. She said she couldn’t do it, because she didn’t want to risk Robbie seeing her before the wedding. I snapped some pictures with my cellphone. They look huge and way too formal for me, but then my sister and I have completely different tastes.
“Brody, it’s okay, the sooner I talk to him, the quicker I can get back to my sister.” It’s clear that Brody doesn’t like my decision because he doesn’t answer, instead he growls at me and for some reason that too makes me smile. “I’ll make it up to you later,” I promise him, stepping in close to kiss him.
“You said you had something to tell me,” he reminds me and I try not to panic when I remember that I was just about to blurt out the fact that I’m in love with him. It’s happened so quickly, how will he react? Will he think I’m insane?
Maybe I am crazy…
“We can talk about it after the wedding. It wasn’t anything important really,” I lie. I was momentarily insane. No man wants to hear a woman tell him she loves him when you barely know each other. Especially, if you’re not really dating. He’s helping me out of a jam with my family. That’s it. I mean okay, we’ve slept together and we get along really—really—well. Still, it would be insane to tell Brody I love him. It’d probably send him running. I take a breath. Robbie showing up probably saved me.
“I’ll hold you to that, gorgeous.”
I smile at him, unsure of what to say. When he calls me gorgeous, I feel warm all over. He leans in and kisses my nose of all things. It makes me grin even more than I was already.
“Rodney,” he mutters as he walks away.
“It’s Robbie,” Robbie calls after him, but Brody just keeps walking away and seriously if I smile any bigger it’s going to hurt. “He’s kind of arrogant, Tabby.”
I look at Robbie, the smile completely gone now and just annoyance in its place.
“What do you want, Robbie?”
“I wanted to talk to you. We’ve not done that and I think we need to, especially before the wedding.”
“I don’t know why. I can’t really think of anything we have to say to each other.”
“Come on, Tabby. I’m marrying your sister. You have to have feelings about that.”
“I admit it took me by surprise,” I answer, starting to feel uncomfortable with him.
“I never meant to hurt you, Tabby. I never wanted to hurt you, not even when we broke up.”
“I know that. We were young, Robbie. You were right to end our relationship,” I tell him suddenly wanting to get away and wishing I hadn’t told Brody to leave me alone with him.
“But was I, Tabby? I’ve been wondering that more and more lately. You were so brave to move and follow your dreams. I did what was expected. My life was mapped out for me here. Join the family business, get married have kids…”
“And I’m glad you’re finally getting what you wanted, Robbie. I hope you and Hilary will be very happy together. If you excuse me now, I’ll just make my way back to my sister and—”
“That’s just it,” Robbie says, clearly not taking a hint any more now than he did back when we were dating. He grabs my hand by the wrist before I can get away. His touch feels wrong and warning bells move through my body. I really need to get back to the dressing room and talk to my sister. She may not listen to me, but I wouldn’t feel right if I didn’t at least warn her one last time. Despite what my mother and her believe, love really should be part of a marriage.
“Robbie—”
“I’m not getting what I want, not truly. This marriage is just a big mistake. I should have called it off, but everything just kept snowballing and I felt trapped…”
“I…I don’t know how to respond Robbie. Maybe you should talk to Hilary, you two… care deeply for each other, I’m sure you can work it out.”
“That’s just it, we don’t. I mean we get along well and we both expect the same things out of life, but we don’t have anything in common. She doesn’t make me laugh like you used to Tab.”
And there go more of those warning bells.
“We were kids, Robbie. Everyone has to grow up. If you will excuse me, I’ll just be going and—”
I yank on my arm to get away from him, but Robbie doesn’t budge. He pulls me into him, I stumble trying to resist, but his hold intensifies to the point that it’s probably bruising my skin. In all of my years of knowing Robbie, he’s never been this assertive and the look on his face is so forceful it scares me a little.
“Tabby you know you miss what we had once. You never wanted me to break up with you,” he says and I cry out because somehow he twists my arm so that I fall into him, when I had been trying to maintain distance between us.
“I didn’t but that was a long time ago. Now I’m glad you did. It worked out best for both of us.”
“Tabby—”
“You have Hilary now, Robbie and—”
“I want you, Tabby. Don’t you ever just want to go back to that moment we broke up and imagine how things would have been different if we had stayed together?” he asks, and before I can respond he clamps his lips down on mine and kisses me.
Chapter Nineteen
Tabitha
I close my mouth tightly. My fingers biting into Robbie’s arms. Robbie bites my lips, harshly and I cry out. I feel his tongue begin to invade my mouth and I want to scream.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” I hear Brody growl, as I’m desperately doing my best to push Robbie away from me, fighting this kiss with everything I have inside of me.
In a second there’s no need to fight, because Brody has grabbed Robbie, pulling him away. The next minute he draws back and hits Brody in the nose. Blood spurts everywhere, but Brody’s not finished. He hits Robbie again, this time in the mouth and with a hit so hard, I have to wonder if he knocked Robbie’s teeth out. Then, he hits him again and yet again… and again. Robbie’s not trying to fight back. I’m not sure he can. I hear a scream in the background, but I’m more focused on Brody and how to stop him from killing Robbie.
“Brody, stop.” I tell him, but it doesn’t seem to get a response from him. If anything he seems to hit him harder.
“You don’t put your hands on my woman!” he growls and those words have a way of making my heart speed up and a warm sweet heat fills my body. I should be more concerned with Robbie and keeping Brody out of jail, but for a moment I just enjoy the thought of Brody thinking of me as his.
“Brody!” I cry, louder this time, because it suddenly occurs to me that he could hurt himself with the strength he’s putting behind every punch. There’s no way I want something to happen to Brody’s hands. He’s a gifted surgeon, and he loves what he does.
Brody stops mid swing and turns around to look at me. His face is full of fury, and anger so intense I take a step back.
“He had no right to kiss you. Your lip is bleeding, Tabitha,” he growls.
My hand goes up on instinct to touch my lip and I feel the wetness there. In my excitement I didn’t feel the sting, but it’s there now. When Robbie bit me, he broke the skin. I want to go to Robbie and kick him in the balls—maybe even ground them in the dirt, since he’s lying on the ground now groaning from Brody’s hits. I don’t think that would help calm Brody down, however. If anything it might make him worse.
“I’m alright, Brody,” I answer, trying to reassure him.
“Your. Lip. Is. Bleeding.” He says again, stressing each word—but putting the most emphasis clearly on the part that bothers him the most. He doesn’t like that I’m bleeding.
“I probably need a doctor,” I tell him, trying to be funny, but clearly Brody is too upset to understand I’m joking.
“I’ll take you into urgent care after I finish wiping the ground with this asshole,” he growls, turning back around.
“I meant you, Brody. I need you,” I tell him, doing my best to make it crystal clear now. Besides if I don’t he’s liable to kill Robbie. I’m not sure at this point that would be a big loss, but it would ruin my plans with Brody later.
“Tabitha—”
“What’s going on here?” I look over to see my sister standing there in her wedding gown, the other bridesmaids close by and… my mother.
“That’s what I want to know. Is this how I raised you, Tabitha? To bring your riff-raff in and make a mockery of your family? Was this your plan all along? To ruin your sister’s wedding?” my mother demands, her voice is tight which seems to highlight how proper she tries to sound. Like she’s better than anyone else. Until this moment I never realized just how often she does that. She does it to me all the time, and I just overlooked it, and some small part of me thought she was better than me. I was never what she wanted as a daughter. I could never be happy trying to be that. But, until this moment when I see how she’s looking at Brody, it’s never really registered how wrong it is to let her get away with that.
“Lady, are you for real right now? This piece of scum just tried to kiss Tabitha!”
“He did not,” my mother denies and she looks at me with so much… disbelief.
What have I ever done to deserve that?
“Is Brody telling the truth Robbie?”
That comes from my sister and I get this sick feeling in the pit of my stomach.
“Of course not. He misunderstood and he took off punching,” Robbie whines, holding his nose and trying to get up. “He’s insane! I’m going to sue him for everything he’s got,” Robbie adds, getting brave now that my mother and sister are helping him up. His buddies are coming over too, but I don’t give this time to get out of hand.
“You liar!” I huff walking up to him. Brody is close by my side and his presence gives me courage, even when my mother is standing there and Robbie’s family beginning to circle around us. When his mother and father stare at me like they’d like to ground me into the dirt, I feel Brody’s hand on my back and the urge to turn and leave comes back. I don’t belong here, I never expected things to go this badly, but I finally realize these people might be my family, but
they don’t care about me—even Hilary whom I love. If she cared then all of this mess with Robbie wouldn’t have happened—or at least if it did, she would have at least truly loved him. I’d never do this to her, I’d never put her in any situation even close to this and if I walked upon the scene she did, I’d be standing by her side waiting for an explanation—not Robbie’s.
“Tabby, I told you. I’m sorry you are upset I’m marrying your sister, but I love her,” Robbie says and I feel like my head is going to explode.
“You can’t be serious right now! You just tried to kiss me!” I yell. “Hilary he tried to kiss me! I kept trying to get away from him and he wouldn’t let me.”
“No, Tabby. You kissed me. I’m sorry Hil, I never wanted you to find out like this. I had no idea that Tabby even had feelings for me still. We’ve been over for so long. I mean, I know she took it hard when I broke up with her—”
“You are seriously delusional!” I scream at him. I see the pity in Hilary’s face and the anger in the others. Suddenly, I feel like I’m on trial and it pisses me off even more.
“Tabitha, I think you’ve caused a big enough scene. Your plan to ruin Hilary’s wedding didn’t work. It would probably be best for all concerned if you just leave,” Robbie’s mother says. My own mother and Hilary don’t say a damn thing and that’s about all I can handle.
“Shut up you old battle-axe,” I huff, beyond thinking—but slightly disappointed in myself I couldn’t come up with something better than that.
“You tell her, gorgeous,” Brody laughs out from beside me. His hold on me also becomes more like a hug. It’s loose and meant to be supportive, but it also makes me feel cared for and in a room where everyone is looking at you like you’re chewed up bubble gum that’s been stuck to the underside of a restaurant table that means a lot.
“Hilary,” I try again, “Robbie kissed me. When I wouldn’t return the kiss he bit my lip,” I tell her wiping some of the blood on my thumb to show her. It’s slowing now, barely trickling from the wound, but there’s enough there to prove my point.