PRIDE: A Bad Boy and Amish Girl Romance (The Brody Bunch#1)

by Sienna Valentine

  That was the thing—they were making the decision for me. I wanted to make it for myself. And maybe that meant exploring some territory I’d previously been too fearful to tread. Maybe that meant getting some perspective by immersing myself in the experience… even if it ended up being a mistake.

  I was still thinking about this as Reid slowed the car around a curve, presenting a break in the foliage and trees. What lay ahead of us ripped me from my thoughts.

  When Reid had told me we were going to a cabin in the woods, I had assumed he meant the kind of cabin I’d been acquainted with before. I’d imagined a small, wooden structure, something cozy and quaint. Maybe a fireplace I could sit in front of, inhaling the delicious and familiar scent of burning wood. A setting that would surely remind me of the simpler things in life, maybe even of home.

  What we pulled up to, however, was unlike anything I’d pictured.

  It was made out of wood, sure, but otherwise, there was nothing rustic about it. It was two stories high and completely square, with enormous, floor-to-ceiling windows facing the west. There was a balcony on that side as well, and an outside staircase leading down to some kind of patio housing what appeared to be a large tub. A very large tub. Forget two people—that thing easily could have fit five. I’d never seen one so big before.

  It wasn’t at all what I’d expected. I’d thought Reid was taking me somewhere I’d be able to relate to. Yet this was a modern construction, just another angular behemoth like all the others I’d seen in the city. We wouldn’t be on even ground here at all.

  Or would we? We were surrounded by nature, after all. Despite the amenities Reid’s cabin had to offer, we were miles from anything he might call civilization—and that was my purview. I could take long, solitary walks through the trees. I could cook our dinners on the wood-burning stove I spied on the side of the cabin. I could use our surroundings to my advantage. There was a chance I could still find peace here.

  Reid parked and asked me, “What do you think? Pretty sweet, right?”

  I eyed the building. “It’s… enormous,” was the adjective I settled on at last. It probably wasn’t what he wanted to hear, but it was the only compliment I could pay this place—this impostor cabin in front of me—at present.

  “Yeah. Grandpa liked to live in style,” Reid replied, nodding as he sized up our accommodations. “I guess you were hoping for something a little simpler and more traditional?”

  I looked over at him. “I didn’t say…”

  “You didn’t have to,” he finished for me. “It’s all over your pretty face.” I blushed, and he smiled. “Think of it as neutral ground, okay? Territory both of us can be comfortable with. I get the creature comforts that I’m used to, and you get the trees… the birds… the fresh air… the silence.”

  I listened hard as Reid killed the Shelby’s engine. He was right. I’d only been in the English world for a few days, and yet some part of me had grown begrudgingly accustomed to the background noise that persisted at all hours. Now that it was gone, it felt like we’d passed through some kind of bubble into a realm that existed in a vacuum. Here, in this place, things were different. They existed outside of the English world, and outside of the Amish community I’d spent my whole life in. Reid and I, as well—we existed outside of those places, now that we were here.

  Whatever choices I made with him here, no one else would ever have to know. There was some security in that thought, but also some fear, because the moment it crossed my mind I knew I’d made some kind of a choice about the time Reid and I would spend here. I just wasn’t sure what it was yet.

  I did know, however—or at least, I had the sneaking suspicion—that we were about to find out.

  Reid placed his hand over mine, jolting me from my thoughts. When his thumb passed over my knuckles, a minute shudder coursed down my spine. I took a breath and dragged my gaze from the window to meet his eyes. Their smolder frightened me—it was far too warm, bordering on passionate, and it brought a similar heat between my legs. One that made me even more certain I’d made some sort of agreement by coming here with him; that I’d entered into a contract with terms I hadn’t been fully informed of.

  And yet the idea of it thrilled me beyond compare. Clearly, the seed of rebellion Hannah had planted in me was beginning to flower. But how freely would I allow it to grow? And how much was I willing to let Reid help me decide that?

  I broke our staring contest to unbuckle my seatbelt and open my door. “We should get settled in,” I told him. “I’m sure you’ll want me to prepare dinner soon.”

  “I could eat,” Reid admitted with a shrug. But the way his mouth curved when he said it gave me the impression he wasn’t talking about his appetite for actual food.

  He grabbed our stuff from the Shelby and I waited for him at the front door to the cabin, sucking down fresh air like it was in short supply. It felt like an eternity since I’d last breathed outside the city, even though it had only been a few days. But time seemed to pass differently altogether on Rumspringa, and before the ban, I’d heard others say the same thing. That coming to the city was like starting an entirely different life, and that a lifetime could pass in just a few short weeks. Maybe it was because in a way, we were all establishing new identities. Becoming different people, the sort who could survive in the English world. Whatever the case, emotions seemed so much brighter here, and desires ran so much deeper. In a lot of ways, it was like going from a world painted in shades of gray to one coated in the hues of a rainbow.

  I hated that I felt that way, but it was true. The longer I was out in the world, experiencing all it had to offer, the more it felt like going back home would be taking a step backwards. But could I really leave my family behind? Could I forsake all I’d ever known, all those who had nurtured me, for a world that would surely grow just as dull in time?

  I wasn’t as ruthless as Hannah. A decision like that wouldn’t come easily to me. But I reminded myself there was no point in considering it now. That wasn’t what this trip was for. This was a journey, a chance to indulge in some exploration. My knees weakened when I thought of what kind of exploring I might be able to do with Reid.

  Stop that, I chastised myself as he came to the door. The fading sunlight made his short beard seem even darker, bringing out his eyes. You’re letting his English values get to you.

  But in truth, there was nothing more I wanted than to let Reid Brody get to me. In theory, anyway. In practice… that was a much taller order to fill.

  Reid brushed against me as he unlocked the door, his hip skirting mine. Every fleeting contact between us was torture. Exquisite torture, but torture nonetheless. For a moment, I wished I really could be more like Hannah and just jump into bed with him. It would make things so much easier, I was sure. But I just wasn’t that kind of girl—not that I would shame her for it. I had… different values than she did. Or, as Hannah would call them… hang-ups.

  “C’mon in,” Reid said, pushing the door open for me and flicking on the lights. “Welcome to la Casa de Brody.”

  I nearly had to pick my jaw up off the floor. I’d never seen such a monument to modernity before. Everything was so… clean. So white, even with the light, teak wood floors applied as a contrast. The main living space was finely decorated, with succulent centerpieces—so chosen because they needed little care, I presumed—featured on almost every flat surface I could see. Artwork adorned the walls, mostly abstract pieces in startling shades to offset the monochromatic nature of the rest of the house. A massive chandelier hung from the second floor ceiling, spraying light in every direction and casting shadows beneath the floating staircase that led up to what I assumed must be the bedrooms. I climbed it slowly, ignoring for the moment the gourmet kitchen on the other side of the main floor—I was more interested in the wood-burning stove outside, and I had no idea what half the buttons and dials did indoors.

  “This is… incredible,” I said, opening up the door once I’d reached the top. I heard
Reid ascending behind me and turned to look at him. “This is the bedroom?”

  “Mmhm,” he answered, setting our bags down on the landing. “Go on, turn on the lights.”

  I did. And the vision that greeted me was even more breathtaking than I’d imagined.

  The room was huge. Part of me had expected that, but what I hadn’t realized was the level of luxury it would display. The enormous bed was covered in red stain sheets that I immediately wanted to throw myself onto—I’d only known cotton bedding all my life, rough-spun and not nearly as soft as the sheets at Hannah’s apartment with something called a “thread count.” I could see there was a sizable bathroom attached, too, with a shower fit for a king. It had multiple heads, including one dead center of the ceiling, and a nearby tub could easily fit two. I blushed. What did the Brody boys come up here to do?

  And was that the plan for me?

  I felt Reid’s hot breath on my nape and spun to face him, swallowing thickly as he took a step forward into me. His eyes were dark and fierce as he trailed a rough finger across the curve of my jaw, tucked it under my chin, and coaxed me into raising my gaze. I bit my lip as a low, throaty chuckle left his smirking lips.

  “You know,” he told me, his voice low so I had to lean in to hear him, “there’s only the one bedroom…”

  As Reid wove his fingers through my hair, I felt every part of my body fill with an undeniable heat—one that could only be alleviated by taking my clothes off. And, judging by the look on Reid’s face, that was exactly the kind of reaction he was hoping for.

  I sucked in a sharp breath. Two minutes we’d been alone, and already, I was about to come undone.

  15

  Reid

  I had Sarah right where I wanted her, and I knew it. This was the moment I’d been waiting for. This was my time to shine. I could see desire dancing in her eyes, see her longing written all over her face. She was hungry for it. Desperate. And frankly, so was I.

  I hadn’t expected to end up wanting her this badly. But every move she made, every smile, every innocent caress—they all served to drive me right up the wall. My pants had been tight in the crotch ever since we’d gone on our first date, and it was time to finally relieve my blue balls of their heavy burden.

  Sarah whimpered when I drew her hair back from her face, my eyes fixed on those perfect, pouty lips of hers. They were open just enough to take my tongue. I could so easily slip it inside her mouth, taste the want I could feel radiating off her. Then I’d get her to open a little wider and slip in something else so she could taste me.

  It had been a long time since I’d taught a girl how to give a blowjob. Some guys might’ve seen something like that as a chore, but me? I saw it as an opportunity. A chance to properly train Sarah in how to please me. Or any man.

  But mostly me. Because bet or not, I knew I wouldn’t be able to have her just one time. After all the effort it had taken to get us here, I was going to have to indulge in Sarah Miller again and again and again. For as long as I could keep up the charade, anyway. Once she found out about the bet my brothers and I had made, I knew there was no way of keeping her here. She’d go home to her Amish mommy and daddy, and I’d never see or hear from her again.

  That fact still stuck in my craw. Sarah wasn’t a bad person. She didn’t deserve to be hurt like this. Maybe there was some way to keep the bet a secret. Then again, knowing Wyatt and his temper, he’d blow it for me once he found out I’d won. Shit. I was really going to lose her.

  Stop thinking and start doing, you idiot, I chided myself, wetting my lips as Sarah’s skin heated under my touch. You’ve got this in the bag. Don’t let your conscience blow it for you now.

  I turned my focus from ethical matters to the gentle heaving of Sarah’s breasts. The delicate skin of her décolletage flushed as I brought my other hand to her waist, squeezing it in my grasp. She was so tiny, built like a fragile little bird, and I felt like any false move might result in her snapping between my fingers. I was going to have to go easy on this one. At least, for the time being.

  “One bed,” I rumbled in her ear, “and yet endless possibilities…” I took her lobe between my teeth and bit down, ever so softly. Sarah gasped in response. “I could teach you so many things on that bed, Sarah. It could be our classroom. All you have to do… is exactly what I say…”

  Sucking on Sarah’s earlobe made her shudder and moan. When I flicked my tongue along it, she threw her head back and I took the opportunity to pin her against the doorframe and the wall. I knew my hard-on was pressing tight into the crease of her thigh, and I ran it along the curve of her hip, letting her feel my want for her. She looked up at me with those innocent, wide eyes, and I nearly lost it right then and there.

  Something about Sarah was so damn sexy. Maybe it was because she had no idea how alluring she was. Maybe it was knowing that when I made her mine, she’d be mine alone. Maybe it was even a little bit of both. Whatever the case, I’d reached the point of no return. I couldn’t let her go now. I couldn’t give up this golden opportunity to finally unveil the woman under all those clothes. It would be like unwrapping a gift on Christmas day.

  “You have no idea what you do to me, do you?” I murmured against her throat. I was kissing my way along the underside of her jaw, working my way toward her collar bone. “Can you feel it, now?” I took one of her hands in mine. Her fingers trembled as I led them to the bulge in my jeans. “You make me so goddamn hard, Sarah. You drive me so fucking wild…”

  She didn’t resist me, and when her palm curved around my straining dick, she didn’t pull away. The pulse in her neck pounded, though, a rhythm that told me all I needed to know about what she was thinking right then. I kissed that throbbing spot, eliciting another shudder and groan from her throat.

  “I could show you how to touch it. Teach you how to make it hard for you all the time. You’d like that, wouldn’t you, Sarah?” I pressed myself into her hand, delighting in the way it made her nipples hard through her blouse. With my free hand, I reached up her stomach and skirted the edges of one, popping a button loose. Her creamy flesh swelled and I brought my lips to it, tasting the tops of her breasts. I’d been right, back in the bar. Once I’d managed to get Sarah out of that damn apron and dress combo, she had one gorgeous, sexy body. And oh, these curves… I wanted to steer through them, take them slow at first to get a feel for how plunging they were, then take them again, fast and hard. I wanted to push us both to the very edge, make her quiver and writhe, change the roadmap of her body so that each time I took her, it was a surprise. I never wanted to take the same path twice with her. When I dove into her body, I promised myself, it would always be new.

  “I could teach you so many other things,” I breathed, dragging my teeth along her buttons. “How to take pleasure. How to give it. How to savor the taste of a man. How to let him lose himself in your flavors, too…”

  She arched, and the barest bit of lace peeked up over her parted neckline—black as night. A conservative choice, as far as colors go, but to her, I was sure the luxurious material felt scandalous. That was exactly how I wanted her to feel—wild and free. I wanted her to throw caution to the wind and forget who she was for a while. I wanted her to become someone else, someone different, in my arms.

  And yet, simultaneously, I wanted her to stay the same. I wanted Sarah to be exactly who she was. Because I was sure that underneath all those layers of clothes and traditions and rules, she was someone extraordinary. Someone who could teach me a thing or two, even. Not about sex—I was king there—but about life, maybe. About patience and trust. Shit I really shouldn’t have been thinking about, with the promise of sexual conquest so close I could taste it.

  Sarah was within my grasp. All of her. Merging our lips, I prepared to seal the deal.

  Again, she did not refuse me. In fact, her legs parted, letting my body fit properly against hers. But she moved her hand away from my dick to my bicep, stroking softly, affording me a much gentler touch than I wa
s used to. My brow furrowed. Was I losing her? How? I’d done everything right—hit all the spots I knew would make me irresistible to her. And yet, there it was again, that light touch that failed to reciprocate the same passion I’d put forth. By the time she drew away, it was hardly a surprise, though my mouth ached at the distance all the same.

  “It’s… a good thing I brought a sleeping bag,” she murmured, her eyes hazy. She wanted me, all right. But somehow, it wasn’t enough. “Since there’s only the one bedroom…”

  I closed my eyes as she ducked under my arm, fixing her blouse as she went. She was shaking still, but now I could tell it wasn’t apprehension that made her tremble, but effort—an attempt at self-restraint. She was crumbling right in front of me. I just had to push her a little harder.

  But I was getting frustrated, too. How the hell was she so resistant to me? What was I gonna have to do to make her give in to the desires I knew coursed through her tight, sexy body? I’d never had this much trouble with a woman before. What was it going to take?

  As I watched her go, hips swaying just ever so slightly, I took pride in the fact that at the very least, from the looks of her, I’d made her knees weak.

  16

  Sarah

  A breath of cool, clean air was exactly what I needed after that ordeal.

  Oh, Reid was tempting. Sorely tempting. An ache filled me to the brim at his absence, one I couldn’t quite shake no matter how hard I flung myself at the task of arranging dinner for us both. I tried to take solace in the quietude of the woods, tried to imagine myself back at the village with my parents, anything that would wipe clean the memory of Reid’s big, strong, rough hands crushing my body.