“Everyone loves a good love story to cheer for,” one of the campaign strategists had said when I inquired about whether the attention Brady and I were getting was appropriate for the campaign.
I could see her point, but I also hoped that none of it interfered with my law career, or Brady’s new job; he had just been offered a position at an Embassy downtown in DC.
I guess we would both find out soon enough though.
As for right now, however, it was simply time to celebrate our good fortune and get ready for the long campaign ahead of us. We all knew the real work was just beginning.
We smiled and waved, shaking hands with people who’d come to the bar in support of my father officially making the ticket.
Brady leaned down to whisper into my ear. “There’s your friend.”
I smiled, already knowing exactly who he was referring to. I turned to see Elise pushing through the crowd. Cameras flashed at her as she made her way over to us. We hugged and she kissed both of my cheeks.
That day at my father’s rally, I learned that she had spotted Brady in the crowd holding his sign when she arrived. When I realized that had been the reason for her unusual behavior and the secretive smile she had kept trying to hold back, all I could do was laugh. She had been right about needing a raincheck regarding whether we were going to hang out that night; Brady and I had spent that entire night in a hotel room, eating strawberries and using the whipped cream on each other’s bodies.
After we had told my dad about our relationship, of course.
I had never seen Brady so nervous. As it turned out, my father had already suspected. And luckily, he was fond of Brady, so we were in the clear.
Beaming from ear-to-ear, Elise looked toward Brady and then back to me. “So, do I get an official introduction now?”
I laughed. “Brady, this is Elise. Elise, this is Brady.”
They shook hands. “Nice to meet you,” Brady said. “Officially, that is. I certainly remember you already from that night in Turkey.”
“I bet you do,” Elise said, wiggling her eyebrows. “And you want to thank me, right? Because I’m the one who sent this girl over to you. She was all shy, drooling over you from afar.”
“Elise,” I said.
Brady gave a hearty laugh. “I definitely owe you then! Thank you, a thousand times.”
Elise took a bow. “My pleasure. All I ask is for you to pick a handsome best man for me to walk down the aisle with at your wedding.” She winked, and all I could do was shake my head. “I’ll be back. I’m going to get us some drinks,” she said.
“I never knew politicians had such sassy children,” Brady said with a laugh.
“I guess it’s time for you to get used to it,” I said.
“I’m already used to it.” He stooped down to kiss me, making our crowd of observers cheer some more.
Elise returned with our drinks just as the roar of the crowd reached an almost deafening pitch.
“Your dad is a rock star!” Elise yelled over the crowd.
I nodded, having come to the same conclusion some time ago.
It was astonishing how far he had come, but I suppose it wasn’t too surprising. My father had always been a hard-worker. Plus, he was smart, driven, friendly, caring, and everyone who met him could tell that unlike typical politicians, he genuinely wanted to bring about change for the better. He was the kind of politician that only came around once in a lifetime, and all the top news outlets were already holding non-stop discussions about his chances of actually being President one day. While it all made me nervous, it also made me extremely proud of him.
Security guards from the pub began requesting for guests to clear an area to permit my father room to make an entrance. The crowd began to disperse, clearing a path at the doorway, all the while continuing to cheer.
Elise began to pump her fist in the air and chant, “Harper! Harper! Harper!”
Not before long, nearly the entire pub had joined in.
A group of secret service agents arrived first, strategically positioning themselves around the pub and preparing for my father’s entrance.
Next, none other than Peggy Peters walked in, a sheepish look on her face. The poor woman was entirely new to all of this, and I knew just how disorienting it was. Brady and I both waved our hands so that she could spot us through the crowd. Grateful to see familiar and friendly faces, she hurriedly made her way over to us.
“My goodness, this is really something,” she said, hugging me.
“It sure is,” I said, hugging her back. “I guess we’re just going to have to get used to it though.”
“I think you’re right,” she said. She chuckled and shook her head. “And your father had the nerve to not expect a big turnout.”
“Always modest,” I said.
“Tell me about it,” Peggy said.
Finally, the man himself made his entrance. From the look on my father’s face, I immediately knew Peggy had been right; he hadn’t at all expected this level of interest in his pub gathering. The place was filled to capacity, and from the sounds of it, there were even people outside who couldn’t get in but still wanted to congratulate him and wish him the best for the general election.
The instant he was inside the pub, with secret service surrounding him, his eyes scanned the premises in search of me, Brady, and Peggy. When he saw us standing safely in the distance, his expression relaxed. He smiled and blew kisses our way, and then headed farther into the pub.
He reached the bar, where the event organizers had set up a platform to use as a temporary stage. A microphone was placed in his hand, although he did not speak for quite some time. Instead, he posed for pictures and shook dozens upon dozens of hands.
When the crowd began to chant his name louder by the second, he raised a hand to silence them, the smile never leaving his face.
“Wow…” he said, clearly overcome with emotion. He shook his head. “This is more than I could ever ask for. I want to thank each and every one of you for coming out tonight. I cannot tell you how much this means to me.” He paused as the crowd applauded. “Tonight is a very special night, for multiple reasons,” he continued, causing the crowd to quiet down again. “So before I say any more, I want you all to congratulate my daughter, Autumn Harper, for passing her BAR exam!”
Heat rushed to my face as hundreds and of eyes turned my way, clapping and cheering.
“And I’m sure you all recognize the outstanding young man beside her. Brady, I very literally wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for you. I cannot thank you enough for your services, and I wish you nothing but the best in your future endeavors. Thank you so much for coming into our lives. I don’t know if it’s a little early to say this, but I’m going to say it anyway. Welcome to the family.”
More cheers filled the air.
“Lastly,” Dad said, “I want to give a special thanks to Ms. Peggy Peters. What a breath of fresh air you’ve been for me. I didn’t think it would ever be possible for me to find happiness again. Thank you so much for showing me just how possible it is.” People in the crowd whistled and Peggy’s face turned beet-red.
“And now,” Dad continued, “I want to say to the rest of you—we have a long road ahead of us, and I’m going to need the help of each and every one of you along the way. I know the nature of politics can be shady sometimes. People’s hearts aren’t always in the right places. But with this campaign, I want to change that. I want to make sure our government no longer leaves anyone behind! I want all of your voices to be heard. And the more we all stick together and support each other, the louder our voices will be heard. And when you all head out to the polls on election day, make your voices loud and clear with your votes!”
The loudest cheers of all ensued. As Dad beamed out to the crowd, a glass of champagne was placed in his hand, and the crowd began chanting his name again.
“A toast to my daughter Autumn, to Brady Logan, to Peggy Peters, and to all of you here with me today! Let’
s get ready to win an election!”
Dad sipped his champagne and then left the platform, making it over our area. Standing between Peggy and me, he took each of our hands. In my other hand, I took Brady’s hand. And we all smiled at the crowd before us.
The excitement in the room was contagious, and we all knew without a doubt that our lives were coming together in the most wonderful way.
Brady leaned over to me, “Wanna get out of here?”
“What?” I said, a little late detecting the lust in his eyes.
“You, in that navy dress—I need to get you out of it. Fast. We’ll be back before anyone notices, I promise.” He threw his whiskey down his throat and as Dad continued to shake hands and meet people with Peggy at his side, I followed Brady to the door.
I took one last look over my shoulder and saw Dad’s smile as Peggy held his arm. I didn’t need to watch him anymore; she would take good care of him.
Brady held the door to his car open for me.
“Where are we going?”
“A hotel not far from here. I hear they have strawberries and whipped cream,” he murmured against my lips.
“Then I guess dessert is served.”
“It will be.” His hand reached up under my dress and his fingers grazed my lace underwear.
I sat down inside the car and he raced to the driver’s seat. He threw the car into drive and waved at the valet. Then he smirked, looking behind him at secret service.
“Wanna give them a show?”
“What?”
He slipped his hand between my thighs and my hand instinctively shot up to the ceiling as I braced myself.
“Brady!”
“Hell, why waste time? We’ll go to the hotel later.” His fingers worked their magic as he drove, weaving in and out of cars down the streets of D.C. I had already soaked my panties in anticipation, feeling like I could hardly breathe.
Finally, Brady pulled over onto a side street.
I noticed the lights behind us die out. “Are they watching?” I asked.
“You know they are,” he growled in my ear, removing his seat belt and then my own, never stopping the pumping of his fingers.
“Brady…” I threw my head back in ecstasy as his fingers continued pushing me toward the edge. I leaned over to unzip his pants and then took him in my mouth. He was already hard for me.
He put his hand on the back of my head, bobbing it up and down. “God, that feels so good,” he grunted, his body twitching with excitement. “Ride me,” he instructed.
He pulled down my panties and I climbed on top of him, slowly lowering myself. He pushed me down by my shoulders and began thrusting up into me, panting as he bounced me up and down.
“I’m gonna come,” I groaned.
“Do it, princess.”
I felt the wave of orgasm as it hit me.
“Stand up and turn around. We’re going to try something new.”
I did as I was told, but when I went to lower myself back down onto him, he angled himself towards my ass. “Time to stretch for me.”
I smiled; I had wanted to try this since the day he put his finger up there, but I hadn’t known how to ask.
I screamed as he entered me, stretching me wider than ever before. It felt so good.
“That’s right, beautiful. Enjoy,” he said as he slowly bounced me. My hand moved to my mound and I played with my clit.
His paced increased and I felt another orgasm coming on. “Brady, harder!”
He pushed me down farther than before and bounced me harder, and my toes curled in anticipation. I couldn’t believe I was having anal sex while secret service watched. It was so inappropriate and hot at the same time. Plus, I knew that as secret service, they could never tell anybody.
Brady pushed me down again and again, and I felt the orgasm rise within him, stronger than ever. He yelled as he filled me, and I trembled and twitched against his body.
When we were done, I laid back on him for a moment. “Did we just have sex in a car?” I asked, astonished.
“Yep.”
“That was amazing.”
“And we haven’t even gone to the hotel yet. But let’s go back to the party for a while.”
I reached for my underwear, but he snatched them away.
“What?” I said, confused.
“How about no undies tonight?”
I immediately felt wet again. “Brady, you make me crazy.”
“Good. Now let’s head back. Later we’ll give these guys a real show.”
I shook my head and laughed, moving back to my side of the car, my body feeling different than ever before.
“Did you ever think we’d end up here?” I asked as he started to drive.
“Having sex in my car? Yes. At least I hoped so,” he said with a wink.
“I mean together, duh!”
His expression turned serious for a moment. “Of course I did. The minute I saw you in that club, I knew we’d end up together. Forever.”
“Forever? Always confident, aren’t you?”
“Your dad wasn’t being premature. I asked him for his blessing.”
“What?” I stared at him, shocked. We had never talked about marriage before.
“It’s not happening yet, but now you know it will. You’ll be mine forever, Autumn. If you want to be, of course.”
“Of course I want that! Oh my God, Brady.” I bounced my legs, wondering when he would pop the question. I couldn’t believe this was happening, after all we’d been through.
Married to my bodyguard. The press would have a field day. We’d be splashed on every tabloid. But with the type of love we had, our smiling faces would be far from another scandal.
We had the type of love that would last forever.
CHAPTER 18
Brady
I paced around the jewelry shop. Where the hell was he? He was supposed to be here twenty minutes ago. My future best man, Dr. Max Lewis. I hadn’t seen him in a while, having my complete focus on Autumn, but that didn’t mean that our time in the Savages wasn’t important to me.
Finally he walked in, smiling as usual. That new girl of his had really changed him, for the better.
“Brady! Hey, sorry I’m late, I was on the phone with Warren, you know how rare those calls are. Had to take it.”
I shook his hand, realizing mine was already sweaty. “Of course. How is the younger Lewis?”
“He’s shitting a brick man. I’m glad we’re not over there right now. Things are rough, and couple of the new Savages are… well not us. He’s just trying to keep it together right now I think. I feel bad for him really.”
“I’m sorry to hear that, we all know about that life.” What he was saying hit close to home. I had just helped another former Savage get a security job in NYC. Poor guy lost one of his team and couldn’t keep it together anymore, not that I blamed him.
“Yeah he mentioned something about a cute reporter though.”
“Someone on base?”
“Yeah, so I guess we’ll see. Maybe he’ll be joining us in the married world soon enough.”
With that he started talking about rings and asking the clerk to pull a few things out. But my mind didn’t stop going to Warren…
The younger Lewis brother, married?
Well if it happened to Max and I, I guess it could happen to him too, right?
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