by Sadie Black
“My father is a pastor. He was the one who married Kendra and Matthew, actually.”
“Oh really! You didn’t strike me as a preacher’s daughter.”
“Pastor,” She corrects me, “and I don’t strike them as one either. It’s tough to live up to those expectations, but my sister measured up pretty good.” Brianna drags her fork from the candied carrots to the cooling hasselback potatoes, she looks a little annoyed that I’m pursuing this conversation, but I can’t help but feel that knowing about a person’s family is greater insight into who they are than just about anything else.
“Well, those Sunday dinners sound nice. Maybe I’ll get to meet them at one?”
“I wouldn’t count on it,” She sighs, staring at her dinner glumly.
“Why’s that?” I tease. “Are you ashamed of me? Am I a secret you plan to hide from your folks?”
“No, it’s nothing like that. My family, uh, we’re just not close anymore. I don’t visit them unless I have to.” The words come out so sharp that I’m surprised they don’t cut my ears.
“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that.” I’ve pushed it too far. Obviously this is a sore spot for her. I just hope that she’ll eventually open up to me about why.
“Don’t be. I don’t care anymore; it’s been a long time since we’ve all seen eye-to-eye.”
“Hey.” I reach across the table, and snake my fingers between hers.“It’s clear that you still care. We don’t have to get into this right now, but I will say one thing. If you don’t have your family, you’ve got nothing. I believe that with all my heart.”
Brianna stares out the window of the boat, watching the twinkling lights of Manhattan drift by on the shore. I wonder if I’m being a hypocrite, given the state that my own family is in. If family is everything, what do I really have? I give her hand a squeeze, “Brianna? I think you disappeared on me there for a second.” I smile, letting the fleeting moment of sadness drift by us as quickly as the buildings on the banks of New York. “I’m sorry I put a damper on our conversation. Let’s talk about something else instead. Have I told you how stunning you look tonight?” Her eyes crinkle as she smiles at the compliment, and I can’t help but smile back.
“You have,” She laughs, running her fingertips over her jawline. “But that’s a conversation I could listen to all night.” She tilts her head.
“Well then, I’ll just have to think of new ways to tell you. With my words. With my kisses,” I lower my voice, “with my body.”
“If we weren’t stuck on this boat, you could show me right now.” She looks up from under her lashes.
“Yeah, I don’t think I thought this through very well,” I chuckle. “I’d love if you’d spend the night at my place tonight.”
“Are you sure you don’t have an early flight or meeting?” She scolds me gently.
“No, I don’t. And I did apologize for that.” I try to keep the irritation out of my voice. How many times does she want to bring this up tonight? “If you want to come to my place tonight there will be nothing dividing my time or attention. All of my focus will be entirely on you.” Rubbing his thumb up her leg, her thighs squeeze together around my fingers before I make it too much farther than the hem of her short skirt.
“I’d like that. No, I’d love that.” She admits, tangling her foot with mine under the table.
“If you keep looking at me like that, I’m going to toss you in one of those lifeboats and row us ashore.”
“We wouldn’t make it far.” The image of fucking her under the moonlight in the lifeboat is almost too much for me. The last hour of this harbor cruise is going to be painful. But, then again, it doesn’t have to be does it?
“Come up to the upper deck with me,” I extend my hand and she raises one eyebrow but doesn’t argue or question me. Instead, she slips her dainty fingers in mine and follows me up the steep stairs to the crisp air above. Walking her to the bow of the yacht, we stop at the guardrail and watch as the stars speckle the sky and listen to the water slide by the hull. Pulling her into me tight, I kiss her slowly, but deliberately, allowing my fingers to trail down the side of her neck as my kisses stray across her jawline and down to her collarbone. She shivers in my arms, so I shield her from the wind, turning my back against the breeze swirling around us.
As my fingers trail down over her skirt to the edge, I pull the hem up, slowly inching it up toward her plump, round ass. “No wait, we can’t do this here! It’s too cold.” It sounds like she’s whispering in my ear, but to hear her above the waves and wind, she’s probably yelling.
“Not to worry,” I continue tugging the hem upward, “I can warm you up.”
“But, we can’t! What about them?” She flings her head backward toward the skeleton crew inside the berth.
“I pay them enough to have enough sense to give us our privacy. Trust me, it’s just us up here. Besides, there’s no way I’m waiting until we dock to have you. I need to feel your body against mine, here. Now.” I yank her dress the rest of the way up and draw a thin, invisible line up the inside of her clenched thigh, pushing my fingers between them to her soaking wet center. I smile as her juices coat my fingertips, proof that she’s just as turned on as I am right now.
Twisting her around, I wrap my arms around her and press my rigid cock up against her ass. “I can’t wait to fuck your tight little pussy again. I want to feel you cum on my cock.” I push her shoulders, guiding her down to her hands and knees on the deck. I hold my wide hand between her shoulder blades, kneeling behind her, and gently but firmly push her head down to the floor. Watching her soft, caramel ass swaying with the rocking boat has me transfixed.
No woman should be this sexy, it’s a crime against men’s restraint. I know I’m throwing mine to the wayside as I pull her pink thong to the side and admire the rosy flesh exposed inside her lips. Pearly beads of desire have formed in her entrance, enticing me, exciting me. I can’t resist. In less than a second, I free my cock from my pants and slide it up and down, teasingly just inside her pussy. Her nectar covers my cock, making it easily slide inside her to the core, despite how tight she is. She fits around me like a custom leather glove, her warmth surrounding me as I thrust my cock into her hard.
Even over the crashing waves, her moans fill the air around us. She’s calling out my name as I fuck her like I’m trying to break through the deck below us. She twists her ass, pushing back against me every time I bottom out in her, giving me the deepest access to her center possible. Reaching around her hips, I make quick work of finding her sensitive nub hidden in her mound. Pressing just above her button, I move my finger in little circles, easily sliding with her natural lubricant dripping on my fingertip. Suddenly, she stops moving, her pussy clenches and trembles around my cock, milking it for my seed as she lets out her siren song for passing boats. There’s no mistaking when this woman is cumming, if her body doesn’t tell you loud enough, her screams will.
My balls tighten and clench as I slam my cock into her faster. Faster than I think I’ve ever fucked anyone. With her muscles bearing down on me, she feels as tight as a virgin against my thick girth. The familiar sensation rises in my lower stomach as I fill her with my cum, holding her tight against me. When the last tremors stop and I’ve emptied my seed, I lean over her, just lying still against her on the wet, cold deck. Neither of us seems to mind the noticeably frigid seawater cresting over the deck and spraying us.
When I stand up, I pull Brianna to her feet and smooth her skirt back down over her ass. Although, it’s a damned shame that she should cover it. Within a minute, we’re both squared away and back down below where the heat of the cabin feels like pinpricks against my icy skin. Our food is cold, we’re both freezing and a little damp, but neither of us are complaining. We’ve managed to sidestep a much bigger agony, waiting for this sail to end before enjoying each other the way we just did. Although, truth be told, the hour or so that we have left on this boat still feels like a long damned time before I can throw her on
my bed and rip off her clothes again.
Chapter Thirteen:
Brianna
As soon as Bradley’s condo door clicks behind me, he starts pulling the top down on my strapless dress, exposing my diamond nipples. We haven’t been able to keep our hands off each other the entire way home, making out in the back of his car like a couple of teenagers while his driver pretended not to notice.
Bradley’s breath is hot against my skin as he drags his lips from my mouth, across my jaw to my ear. “I can’t wait another second,” he breathes as he pulls my dress up, revealing black lace panties, “I need you right now.”
He pulls my underwear down my thighs and lifts me up, resting my exposed ass on the table in the entryway. In less than a few seconds, he tugs them off and unzips his pants, pulling his rigid cock out. I open my legs wide in anticipation of his girth, and he slides into my wet pussy, hitting my head back against his wall with his assertive entry. Bradley’s mouth surrounds my nipple, his tongue flickering over it wildly as he fucks me like a man that just got out of prison. My senses are on overload as the pleasure from his tongue thrashing against my nipple and the intensity of his cock relentlessly thrusting into my eager pussy collide in an explosion of white light.
My body tenses and twitches, gripping his cock from inside as my moans grow uncontrollable. Bradley holds me in place on the table and quickly pumps into me before gripping my skin tight. His muscles flex under his shirt as his cock throbs inside me, releasing his seed. I wrap my legs around him, pulling him in tighter to my body as he fills me.
Still holding me steady, Bradley kisses my swollen lips and slowly pulls out of me. I immediately feel empty without him inside me as he gently lifts me from the table and rests my feet back on the ground.
“Won’t you come in?” he teases, quickly buttoning his pants back up. Clasping my hand he doesn’t wait for my response, instead leading me down the hall to his bedroom.
I love the unhurried circles Bradley traces on my thigh as I smile at the evidence of our sex marathon around his room. I didn’t think I could ever meet my match in the bedroom, but I’m utterly exhausted, lying naked in his arms.
“Do you ever picture how your life is going to be in the future?” he murmurs, interrupting my lazy thoughts.
“How do you mean?” I wiggle my toes against his, enjoying the tangled knot our legs are in.
“I don’t know. I just feel like some things are meant to be, I guess. Like, I’m finally in a place in my life where I want to get serious about dating and who knows… maybe even settle down in a bit. Then you end up in my life, like an answer to my dreams.”
He kisses my shoulder, and I smile. “Well, in fairness, you sorta tracked me down though. It’s not like we bumped into each other at a grocery store or something.”
“True. True,” he chuckles good-naturedly. “But I didn’t know if you would be married or seeing someone by now. I couldn’t plan for any of that, I just had to go on blind faith.”
“Well, I’m glad you did,” I admit, pulling his arms around me tighter.
“So am I,” he murmurs. “”But you didn’t answer my question. I want to know what you see in your future, is it a career? Children? Both?”
“I don’t know,” I sigh heavily. “I thought I had it all worked out, but life is throwing me a few curve balls.”
“How so?”
“Well, I applied for school because I really want to get my teaching degree. And I got accepted.”
“Congratulations!”
“Yeah, well thanks, but it doesn't really matter now. I didn’t get enough funding for my tuition, so that dream is on hold for the time being.”
“No! You can’t just give up. If it’s a dream, you have to pursue it. You’ll regret it if you don’t.”
I roll over, facing him and give him a quick kiss. “I’m not giving up; it’s just on hold. There’s nothing more I can do right now.”
Bradley bites his lip as his eyebrows push together. “That’s not entirely true,” he says slowly.
“How do you figure? What am I supposed to do? Go rob a bank?”
“No,” he laughs, giving me a little kiss on the tip of my nose. “I’d be happy to give you the money.”
“What? No way. I’m not taking your money. I’ll figure it out on my own. No offense, I do appreciate the offer, but no. No. There’s just no way I’m taking money from you.”
“Listen, don’t shut it down so quick. Let me tell you something.” Bradley trails his fingers down the side of my face and tilts my chin until our eyes meet. “You know, if I hadn’t pushed my ego to the side years ago, and taken help when it was offered, I’d never have gotten my first company off the ground. Then who knows where I’d be today. Not here.”
“What do you mean? Who helped you out?”
“I couldn’t secure a loan back then for a car, let alone a business. My brother said he’d loan me the twenty-five grand I needed to get it off the ground. Not that he ever did let me pay him back.” He smiles, his eyes fogging over a little. “Anyway, his help changed my life. Let me do the same for you.”
I chew on my lip like it’s made of bubble gum. My mind keeps flipping back and forth over his offer. “Well, I need to think about it,” I finally spit out. “But I’ll tell you one thing, if I do accept, I will be paying you back. In full. I won’t take your money unless you agree to that.” I look straight in his eyes.
“That’s fair. I can live with those terms.” He smiles broadly, and I snuggle into his hard chest. I know I said that I have to think about it, but I’d be a fool to turn down this opportunity.
“How about you sleep on it?” Bradley yawns, making me yawn back in response.
“I will.”
Bradley is already lightly snoring against my shoulder. My mind is racing, and my throat is dry, so I slip my limbs out from his and make my way down the hall to the kitchen to quench my thirst. Halfway down the hall, I notice the door to his office is open a crack, and the eerie blue light from his computer has painted the room. Pausing for a moment, I look around from the doorway, but the next thing I know I’ve stepped inside the room. I know I shouldn’t be in here; I’m not even sure what’s possessing me to look around his bookshelves and tables.
My eyes sweep the office and everything looks as you’d expect. Why am I being so nosy? Get the hell out of here! Making my way to the door, my hand is on the knob when something catches my eye. It’s out of place and out of context amongst the stacks of papers and books. I lift the fuzzy, brown stuffed bear from the corner of the large chair. With its big red bow and “I love NYC” sweater on, it’s really adorable. The tag dangling from its foot is swaying slightly in the night air, tempting me to read it. I take a quick look over my shoulder, like a criminal making sure the coast is clear, and pluck the tag between my fingers. “I love you so much, sweetheart.”
Who’s ‘sweetheart’? Bradley? A woman? I put the bear back where I found it and quickly slip out of the room. My mind spins as I down another glass of water. I want to wake Bradley up and ask him about the bear, but I don’t want to admit that I was sneaking around his apartment while he was sleeping. Is it something he kept out of sentimentality? It seemed brand new, so I doubt it.
As I creep back down the hall and climb back into bed with Bradley, I watch him sleep as the moonlight splashes over his face. You may have met the first guy you’ve bothered to get to know, but that doesn’t mean you know him. Don’t fool yourself. As I lie next to him and drift off to sleep, I wonder about the parts of Bradley’s life that I’m not a part of. How can I feel so close to someone who is still such a mystery? And how long will it take until I really know Bradley Sheppard?
Chapter Fourteen:
Bradley
After six mind-numbing hours of board meetings about Zervion’s Global Campaign, there’s nothing I want more than to somehow instantly transport to the hotel. All week I’ve been looking forward to being locked up in a penthouse suite with Brianna. I
doubt we’ll leave the room until check-out. Hell, I doubt we’ll leave the bed.
Twenty-six missed calls. Twenty-fucking-six. How is that even possible? I only had my ringer on silent for a little over an hour. Scrolling through the page of numbers, they’re all from the same source: Eileen. Of course they are.
Calling her back, the phone doesn’t even ring one time before she answers it. “Where are you?” She shrieks in my ear forcing me to pull my cell away from my head by a foot.
“Eileen, calm down. Tell me what’s wrong,” I start rolling out my placating voice for her, the one I’ve practiced using on her for over a year now.
“Don’t you tell me to fucking calm down, Trevor!”
“Bradley,” I interrupt.
“I know who you are! Now you tell me, who the fuck do you think you are?” Her voice cracks and her sorrow fills my phone. “Who the fuck do you think you are?” She cries.