35. Brady
CHAPTER 35
Brady
“I really love you,” she says, and my hand moves from her hip to her side and up to her neck, pulling her to me.
“That so?” I smile before my lips find hers, and my tongue finds her mouth. We spent an hour in that fucking tub, just making out, so I was already on the edge. I move my hand down her shirt and pull it off her, leaving her naked on the fucking counter. “Do you know how many times I’ve thought about fucking you on this counter?”
“No.” She shakes her head.
“The number of times I wanted to do this to you.” I put her foot on the counter and then put the other foot up, leaving her open for me. I lean in, take her nipple in my mouth, sucking it and then moving to her next one, before squatting down and coming eye to eye with her pussy. “This right here.” I lick her slit. “Fuck, I’ve been dying to eat you on this fucking counter.” My tongue flicks her clit.
“Brady,” she moans my name as she places one hand behind her to hold her up and the other hand in my hair. “No one but you.”
“You got that right,” I confirm, sliding my fingers into her. “No one but fucking me.” I suck her clit as I finger-fuck her on the island. Her breathing comes in pants as she moves her hips up to get more of me.
“I need more,” she finally confesses. “I need you in me.” She looks down at me. “Now, please.”
I slide my fingers out of her, licking them clean. “I have to go get a condom.”
“I’m on birth control,” she informs me.
“I haven’t been with anyone in over six months,” I assure her. “Got my physical a couple of weeks ago. I’m clean, and I’ve always used protection.”
“I’m okay with it, if you’re okay with it,” she shares, and I pull down my shorts, my cock springing free when she grips it in her hand. My mouth finds hers as our tongues meet, and she rubs my cock up and down her slit before placing it at her entrance. “Make me yours,” she urges softly. My eyes stare into hers as I slip my cock into her an inch at a time. My jaw is tight feeling the wetness and the heat of her, having nothing between us.
We both watch until I’m buried into her to the root. “You’re mine.” I slide my tongue into her mouth, pulling my cock out and then slamming back into her. “Tell me.” I let go of her lips, holding on to her neck as I fuck her on the counter. “Tell me who you belong to.”
She closes her eyes, and I know she’s close. I can feel her pussy choking my dick. “Tell me who you belong to.” I can feel the tightness in my balls. “Tell me,” I hiss.
She opens her eyes, her hands going to my neck to hold on to me. “You, Brady,” she moans, “I belong to you.” She lets go and comes all over my cock. I plant myself all the way into her, and I bury my face in her neck.
“Fuck, baby,” I vow, kissing her neck, “I swear, I’ve never come so hard in my life. I thought my cock was going to explode.” She wraps her arms around me. “I thought it would not stop coming.”
She can’t help but laugh, and she runs her hand into the hair at the nape of my neck. “I think that’s a good thing.”
“It’s better than good, baby,” I declare, slipping out of her. “Let’s go clean up and then we can get something to eat.” I pick her up and put her feet on the floor, and she grabs the T-shirt I wore today and puts it back on.
“Let’s hope none of your other girlfriends show up.” She side-eyes me with the joke, her face serious until she sees the glare on my face and then laughs. “Too soon?”
I slap her ass as she walks beside me. “Too fucking soon,” I tell her as we walk upstairs, laughing. I clean up and so does she. We walk back downstairs, and I put her ass back on the counter as she watches me make her a grilled cheese. I slide into her once more before we fall asleep, and we both sleep naked.
I don’t feel her leave the bed nor do I hear her leave with her deliveries. I only move when she slides back into bed with me. “Hey, baby.” I bring her closer to me. “What time do you have to go?”
“Morning, Brady.” She buries her face in my neck. “Already left and came back.” I open an eye to fight with her, but she is asleep before I can get another word out. I close my eyes and only stir a couple of hours later.
We sleep a couple more hours before I slip out of bed, leaving her still sleeping. I slide on a pair of jeans and a T-shirt before I lean down and kiss her head. “I’ll be back in a bit,” I say. “I’m going to go see my dad.”
“Okay,” she mumbles, turning on her side to fall back asleep.
I get in the truck and make my way over, finding him in the kitchen just pouring his cup of coffee. “What the hell are you doing here so early?” he asks me over his shoulder with a smile on his face. He may be giving me shit, but he is happy I’m here.
“Need to talk to you,” I tell him, and he looks at me.
“Coffee?” he asks, and I nod as he takes a mug down, pouring me a cup. “Did you bring me cake?” I chuckle as I shake my head.
“Asshole,” he grumbles, making me laugh even more. I grab both cups and head outside to the back porch.
He sits down and I do as well, and he just looks at me. “Well?” He puts his hands on the table. Hands that held me up when I was a baby and hands that would hold me up until his last dying breath.
“I’m in love with Harmony,” I confess to him, and I don’t wait for him to say anything. I put my hand up. “I know what you’re going to say.”
“Yeah?” he asks. “What was I going to say?”
“That it’s too fast. That I hardly know her,” I quickly answer him. “That it’s not a good idea.” I pick up my cup. “But I love her, and I love Wyatt, and there is nothing you can say that will change my mind.”
“Son,” he says, “it sounds like you are the one who has those hang-ups and no one else.” I just stare at him with my mouth hanging open. “I’m happy for you,” he states, and I can see his bottom lip tremble. “So fucking happy for you. Afraid that I would die and never see you fall in love. Prayed for this every single night.” He wipes the tears away from his eyes. “For the past couple of weeks, I’ve seen a light in your eyes that wasn’t there before. A look I saw in my own eyes when I met your mother.” He smiles a sad smile. “I’d like to meet her.”
“I can make that happen,” I assure him.
“Then why are you still fucking sitting there?” he asks. “Go get her.” I get up, grabbing the cup of coffee. “And bring me some cake,” he calls, right before I walk out of the house.
When I get home, I hear movement in the kitchen and find her putting away things. She’s wearing black yoga pants and a white T-shirt, her hair piled on top of her head. “Hey,” I say, and she looks up and smiles at me.
“Hey yourself.” She puts away the pan. “Where did you go?”
“Went to see my father,” I remind her. “He wants to meet you,” I say, and she nods. “Now.”
“What?” Her eyes open wide.
“He wants to meet you now, and he was wondering if you have any cake,” I tell her as I walk around to her, and she just stares at me blankly.
“Um,” she hesitates nervously, “he wants to meet me now?”
“Yeah, we have to go.”
“But, like, I’m not dressed, and I didn’t make him an apple pie,” she rambles, moving side to side.
I grab her face in my hands. “He wants to meet you because I told him I’m in love with you.”
“Brady,” she hisses, and I walk over to the rack in the corner where I see she has a couple of extra cakes cooling. I start to pick one up and put it in a container when she shoos my hands away. “You are going to ruin it,” she scolds, grabbing a plate and placing the cake on it. Then grabs the little bowl on the side, stirring the thick white liquid and taking the spoon out before she drizzles it on top of the cake. “Lemon icing,” she tells me. “Now, I’m going to go comb my hair and then we can go.”
“Okay.” I kiss her neck. Five minutes later, she’s walking downstairs wearing jeans instead of the yoga pants. I slide my hand in hers as I walk out. “Did Wyatt call you today?” I ask as we get into the truck, and she nods.
“I called him, but he was too busy and will call me back.” She chuckles, placing the cake on her lap. “His words.”
When we get to my father’s house, she gets out and looks up at me. “Brady,” she whispers, “I’m really fucking nervous.”
I slide my hand into hers. “It’ll be okay.” I smile at her as we walk into the house I grew up in. She takes in the pictures hanging along the walls. I know she wants to stop and admire them, but knowing she has to meet my father, she walks with me instead.
“Hey,” I say, finding him outside on the back porch with his cup of coffee still half full. “I brought you cake.” I look over at Harmony. “It’s got lemon something on top.”
He gets up and smiles at Harmony. “It’s lemon blueberry with lemon icing.” She holds the plate for him.
“Thank you so much,” he says, taking it from her. “Brady, get your woman some coffee,” he orders me, then points at the seat for Harmony to sit down.
“It’s okay,” Harmony says. “I’ve had two cups already today.”
I walk over to the table with her, and she sits down, putting her hands in her lap as she waits for my father to sit down. She looks like she’s going to the principal’s office. “It’s lovely to meet you, Harmony,” my father states as he sits down, and she looks over at me.
“It’s lovely to meet you as well, Mr. Thatcher,” she replies, and I reach out my hand to take hers in mine. “I know that this is a bit of a shock to you,” she starts without skipping a beat, “and I know I’m the last person you thought he would be with”—my father tries not to laugh—“but I love him.”
“Seems you and my son have a lot in common,” he observes, cutting the cake and taking a bite. “You both know what everyone else is thinking.”
She looks at me. “I don’t really care where you come from, or who you are related to—” He holds up a hand when it looks like she’s about to say something. “Or not related to. I care that the woman who loves my son loves him for him and not anything else. She will make him happy and also bust his balls a little bit.” He smiles at her. “Not in that order, but you know what I’m saying.”
“I do,” she confirms and she’s about to say something else when her phone rings. She pulls it out of her pocket, and her eyes fly to mine. “It’s Ryleigh.” She puts it to her ear and I see her eyes go big. “Okay, sounds good.” She hangs up and looks at me. “The court case is in two weeks.” She looks at my father. “Sorry about that. I plan to make him as happy as I can with a little bit of ball busting…” She giggles. “In the middle.” I lean over to kiss her, and there at the table with my father, we share a look as he silently tells me he’s happy for me.