by Tia Siren
Chapter Seventeen
Brad
Her lying next to me in bed was like a dream come true. I had been fantasizing about this exact moment for weeks. Now that I was here, I didn’t want to leave. I wanted to wake up next to her every day, and now I had to convince her she wanted the same. It wasn’t going to be easy. I had fucked up and had to work hard to prove to her I wasn’t the same guy I was eleven years ago. I had changed, grown up. I could see what was right in front of me, and I didn’t want to take advantage of it ever again.
Last night had been absolutely amazing. I knew she had a good time. I couldn’t remember ever being with a woman who had been as responsive as Mia. In fact, Mia had nearly killed me. Even thinking about how wet she had been last night made me hard.
She looked like she was dead to the world. I had ridden her pretty hard last night. I wanted her to rest, because if she was willing, I was going to fuck her hard again today—all day and all night.
I managed to remove myself from her bed without waking her. I wanted to do something grand to prove to her how serious I was about sticking around. I headed into the living room and strolled around, once again taking in the amazing view. I was feeling a little stir-crazy. Without the gym or the beach, I felt like a caged cat. The day spent walking around the city had been awesome, but I wanted to get in some real stretching.
I pushed her couch back and moved the coffee table to the other side of the room. I dropped down and did a hundred pushups before rolling to my back and doing a hundred crunches. I yanked my shirt off and stripped off my sweats so I was down to just my boxer briefs before I moved to do some planks. It wasn’t exactly a good cardio workout, but it was good enough.
I smirked. Last night I had gotten in plenty of cardio.
Next, I did some floor work, feeling the burn and loving it. Now I could feel Mia’s eyes on me as I dropped down to finish my last set of burpees. I turned to look at her, daring her to comment.
“What are you doing?” she asked a little breathlessly.
I shrugged. “Getting a little workout in. I usually hit the gym or go surfing or something.”
She nodded. “Oh.”
“I’m going to hit the shower.” I stopped in front of her, letting her feel the heat emanating from my body. “Want to join me?”
She blushed and looked down at her feet. I grinned and slapped her ass as I walked past her. “Suit yourself. I would have lathered you from tip to top, leaving no bit untouched.”
I heard her make a choking sound and burst into laughter. I loved that she had enjoyed watching me. Mia was a cool cat, but after seeing the heat in her eyes, I knew she wasn’t completely immune to my body. I worked hard to stay in shape because I liked the way I felt and looked, but knowing Mia could appreciate all my hard work was especially satisfying.
My shower was short because I wanted to get back to Mia. I only had two days left, and I wanted to spend every minute with her, convincing her she loved me and wanted to marry me. The sex we had was not typical. I had been with plenty of women, and never had it ever been that good. I was confident she had never been so satisfied as well. She couldn’t ignore the physical connection between us. We were best friends once before; we could be again.
I found her in the kitchen.
“What are our plans for today?” I asked, walking behind her and circling her body with my arms before dropping a kiss on her neck.
She shivered against me. “I don’t have any. I do need to go see my mom. I haven’t seen her since you’ve been in town.”
“Perfect. Your mom is great. I’d love to see her,” I said, dropping my arms and going to take a seat at the kitchen table.
She spun around, her mouth open in surprise. “What?”
I shrugged. “Let’s go see your mom.”
“That wasn’t exactly what I had in mind,” she said.
I smiled. “Too bad. It’s what I have in mind.”
She growled but called her mom anyway. I listened as they made arrangements to meet for a late brunch. I looked at the clock and realized we had a good hour before we had to leave the condo. I knew exactly how I wanted to pass the time.
“There. Happy now?” she said, putting the phone on the table.
I grabbed her and yanked her down to my lap, forcing her to straddle me in the chair. “Now I am. But I could be even happier,” I said with a grin.
She blushed, and I gave her a quick kiss on the lips.
She wiggled against me. I quickly stopped her movement by putting my hands on her hips and pulling her forward.
“Keep doing that and things are going to get messy,” I said, letting her feel my erection.
I glanced at the kitchen table and then at the pretty skirt she had on.
“No,” she whispered when she picked up on what my plans were.
“It’ll be quick,” I said, leaning forward and kissing her neck. “I’ll put you on the table, lift your skirt, and pull your panties down with my teeth. This table is perfect for eating at. I want to feast on you, slowly and thoroughly,” I whispered against the sensitive skin below her ear.
She shivered against me. “Brad,” she protested.
I leaned back and looked up at her. She was blushing furiously again. I loved that she was shy. She hadn’t been the least bit shy when I was making her scream my name in ecstasy, but right here, in the light of day, she was acting like a virgin.
“Mia.” I said her name slowly. “I want you. I know you want me. I can feel the heat between us.”
Once again, her cheeks turned bright pink. “We can’t.”
I raised an eyebrow. “We can. We already have, several times, and I want to again.”
She shook her head. “We have to meet my mom.”
I nodded. “In an hour.”
“Brad, she’ll know what we did.”
I laughed. “So? Are you going to give her the dirty details?”
She shook her head, horrified. “No!”
“Then what we do stays right here in this room. I can spread you out on the table and have my way with you. Once I’m finished, you get dressed and we go eat brunch with your mom. You’ll still be wet and quivering, but I can take care of that when we’re done with breakfast,” I said.
She was chewing on her bottom lip. She was turned on. I could feel her moist heat pressed against me. All I had to do was undo my khaki shorts and I could be inside her. The thought made my dick jerk to attention. I wanted to feel her pussy sucking me dry. It had been too good last night. I would never have that kind of orgasm with another woman.
“Brad.”
“Mia.”
“Stop.”
I smirked. “Fine. I will, for now.”
She sighed in relief but didn’t make a move to climb off me or my dick. “Thank you for my birthday present,” I said, kissing her nose.
She made a strangled sound. “Stop!”
I laughed. “Don’t be embarrassed. We had great sex. Phenomenal sex. You never have to be shy around me. Although, I really like it when you blush. You’re a beautiful woman.”
She shook her head. “You’re bad.”
“I know. So bad, I’m that good.”
“We need to work on your ego.”
“Oh? What’s wrong with my ego?”
She sighed and shook her head again as if she couldn’t explain. I ran one of my hands to her ass and pulled her higher up on my lap, rubbing her crotch against my erection. Her lips parted a fraction. I knew I could make her orgasm with a little rubbing. Instead, I decided teasing would be more fun.
I moved her up and down my dick, staring into her eyes the entire time. I knew she was close when her eyes drifted close.
“Look at me,” I barked.
Her eyes popped open. My earlier intention of leaving her hungry and wanting more was forgotten. I wanted her to come, just like this, with her staring at me. I wanted to watch her face twist into sweet agony as the orgasm flooded her body.
“Are you close?” I whisp
ered.
Her head nodded forward once.
“Do you want to ride me like this when we get back?”
Her cheeks flooded with color at my blatant suggestion.
“Mia, do you want to bounce up and down on my cock?”
Her eyes started to close again as her head dropped back.
I reached up and put my hand on the back of her head, pulling her forward so she was looking down at me. “Look at me. I want to fuck you, just like this. I want my dick buried inside you while you ride me.”
She was biting her bottom lip as she moved under her own volition. I was no longer moving her body against me. It was all her.
“That’s it, babe. Rub that clit. You’re close. Do you want me to finger you?”
Her eyes grew wide at the suggestion. She didn’t stop moving; instead, she moved faster.
The entire time our eyes were locked. If she didn’t come soon, I was going to. The rubbing against my cock was making it difficult for me to control my own response.
“Harder,” I ordered. “Faster. Come, now!”
Her body went stiff as a board, her back arching, thrusting her breasts up and out. I watched her face tense with the shocking release. I didn’t move or look away, taking in the sight of her beautiful face as she found her own sweet release.
She collapsed against my chest, and I immediately hugged her against me, stroking her hair as I rubbed her back, comforting her on the trip back down to earth. We stayed like that for several minutes. I struggled to regain my own composure. It took every ounce of self-control I had not to throw her on the table and fuck the shit out of her.
It could wait. Right now we had to go meet her mother, and I did not want to be sporting a hard-on for that occasion.
Chapter Eighteen
Mia
I was really trying hard not to die of embarrassment. We got into the taxi. When I moved to sit against the window, his strong arm snaked out and pulled me against him. I rested my head on his shoulder, not wanting to look at him.
I couldn’t believe what I had just done in my kitchen. I had never acted like that before. The man was making me crazy. He had managed to steamroll right over me. I’d had no intention of letting him see my mother, and here we were, on our way to see my mom. When it came to him, I had no self-control. I let him do whatever he wanted. The worst part was, I didn’t really mind.
The driver stopped in front of the restaurant. Brad got out and once again leaned in to help me out after paying the driver. The man could be a true gentleman, which was a stark contradiction to the crude man who had just been in my kitchen. Both men were very appealing. I loved how nasty he was. It had left me in a constant state of arousal since those first few text messages. I loved his confidence; it was what drew me to him.
As much as I hated to admit it, I did want him to take me on the kitchen table. The thought sent a lovely shiver down my spine to the spot where his hand rested on the small of my back.
“Problems?” he whispered in my ear.
“No.”
“Aftershocks. I get it. Keep that pussy wet, because when we get home, I’m going to be deep inside.”
I nearly came right there as we stood in front of the hostess, waiting to be seated. I sucked in a breath of air.
“Relax, baby. I’m going to take care of you.”
I took a deep breath, fighting back the heat I knew was spreading up my chest to my face. I could not be thinking about sex when I sat down to eat with my mother. It would be wrong and way gross.
The hostess sat us at a private table in a corner. Brad pulled a chair out for me and then sat next to me. I purposely looked at the two other chairs around the table, but he just smiled.
“I’m sitting next to you. My arms aren’t long enough for me to sit over there,” he said, gesturing with his head.
I gave him a peculiar look but didn’t get a chance to ask him what he meant. My mother appeared at the table. Brad jumped up and hugged her.
“It’s so good to see you, Maria.”
“Brad, aren’t you a handsome devil,” my mother cooed, making me want to groan out loud.
“You’re looking gorgeous as ever,” he complimented.
“Oh, and you’re smooth as well. No wonder Mia let you waltz back into her life,” she said with a knowing look.
I wanted to crawl under the table and die.
“Mom,” I choked out. “Please, sit down.” I left the shut-up part out, but I knew she understood what I was asking.
She smiled and sat down in the chair Brad had pulled out for her. I couldn’t believe how impeccable his manners were. The man had changed.
“What have you two been up to? I figured you must be keeping her busy. I haven’t seen her around the shop lately,” my mother said innocently enough, but I knew what she was insinuating.
I could feel my face turning red. Brad thankfully stepped in to minimize the embarrassment.
“We’ve been playing tourist. It’s been a long time since I got to live and breathe all New York had to offer, so Mia gave me the grand tour. I think we must have walked ten miles the other day,” he said with an easy smile.
“Oh, that’s nice. I’m glad the two of you are getting to know each other again. I’ve missed you, Brad.”
I rolled my eyes. My mother was falling into his trap as well. The guy was a smooth operator.
“How’ve you been, hon?” my mother asked him.
“Good. Very good. I love LA and the sunshine. The water is the best part. I love the ocean and hit the beach whenever I have the chance. How about you? Do you still have the pet clothing store?” he asked with genuine interest.
I sat in my chair feeling like a third wheel as I listened to the two of them chat away like old friends who hadn’t seen each other in a while. The waitress took our order after delivering a round of mimosas. I wasn’t typically a day drinker but figured I might as well. I was off for the day, and as far as I knew, my only plans were sex and more sex. Of course, that could change. Brad could end up deciding to spend the day with my mother. I listened as they talked about the old neighborhood and the various people we had all known.
I was about to sigh heavily to remind them I was still at the table when I felt Brad’s hand on my bare knee. He gave it a gentle squeeze before trailing up my skirt to my thigh. I looked around the restaurant, making sure no one was watching. The tablecloth hid what was happening, but I still felt exposed.
My mom was carrying on about her new line of products, and Brad was enthusiastically nodding his head and offering words of encouragement here and there. His hand moved up my leg. I froze, knowing he was about to discover something that would change everything.
His hand jerked on my thigh. I looked at him as his head whipped around. He stared directly into my eyes. I smirked in response. After the little tryst in the kitchen right before we left, I had stripped off my soaked panties and tossed them into my room. I was bare. I had planned to tease him with the information but had lost my courage. Now I didn’t have to say a word. He had just found out, and by the flaring of his nostrils and his large pupils, it had the desired effect.
“Everything okay?” my mother asked.
Brad schooled his features and turned to look at her again. “Yes. Fine. I was just thinking how hungry I am. I got up early. Usually I have a protein shake or some fruit, but as you probably know, your daughter keeps no food in her house. I’m famished,” he said, stressing the last word.
I knew exactly what he was hinting at and felt myself grow wet. An image of me splayed on the kitchen table sprang into my mind. I bit back a groan as I imagined his head between my legs.
“Oh. Let’s see if we can get you some orange juice while we wait for our meals,” my mother said, putting her hand in the air.
Brad held up his mimosa. “This’ll do. I’ll be fine.”
He took a sip of the juice blend and turned to give me a dirty look. I smiled sweetly at him, not feeling the least bit guilty for my
little game.
It wasn’t long before our food was delivered. Brad took advantage of the fact that my mother was preoccupied with her meal. His hand went under my skirt, gently massaging my inner thigh. He was teasing me.
“So, Mom, do you want to go for a walk after we’re done here?” I asked cheerfully.
Brad squeezed my thigh hard enough to make me wince before using his fingertips to gently go over the area, wiping away the pain and replacing it with pleasure.
“Oh, that would be great. Does that sound good to you, Brad?” she asked.
I looked at him and smiled, waiting for him to answer. He knew I was delaying the return to my apartment. Two could play at his naughty game.
“I would love to. There is still plenty of the city I haven’t seen. After eating all this, I’m going to need the exercise,” he said with a smile.
My mother laughed and returned to her omelet. Brad’s fingertips were still tracing little circles on the inside of my thigh. His hand moved back to my knee and gently pulled it toward him. I fought against him, not wanting to spread my legs under the table.
He gave me a look, demanding my cooperation, and just like that, I let him do it. I fought back a gasp as his hand trailed up my thigh once again. He ran one finger over my slit, nearly making me come. I choked on the bite of pancake I had just put in my mouth.
“Are you okay, dear?” my mom asked.
I nodded, taking a drink and patting my chest.
“Take it easy,” Brad said in a hushed voice.
I shot him a glare. I had nearly choked because he had his finger running circles around my very aroused hole. It took every bit of self-control I had not to squirm in my chair. His finger was running up and down my center, only the tip probing inside.
I dropped my fork as he pushed his finger in a little higher. I was going to orgasm in front of my mother if he didn’t stop. I grabbed my mimosa and quickly swallowed it down, hoping the cold drink would cool the fire burning inside my body.
His finger, slick with my own juices, slid over my clit, and it was only by sheer will and determination that I stopped the climax from taking over my body. I stomped the skinny heel of my shoe on his toe. He jerked his hand away from me and chuckled.