CHAPTER SEVEN
brADLY
I refuse to let the asshole showing up cause me to ruin the night. Nah, that’s what the fucker wanted. I won’t do it. But once I came back home after walking Octavia and Nova back to their house, is an entire other story. My right shoe bounces of the wall to hit the floor. In record breaking time, I’m undressed. Strolling through the house nude, I get to the workout room to give my punching bag a taste of my anger. I know my trainer would be beaming with pride due to all the sweat dripping from my body.
“Not what I expected, but not too bad.”
With a start, I drop the weights to turn to find Octavia standing in the room in her robe and snow boots. I’m frozen in place thinking this must be my imagination.
“I thought that maybe…just maybe you might be mad. That maybe, just maybe you could be doubting yourself. That maybe you could be letting that ass that I have no desire to ever be with…the man that hurt me in ways I still haven’t acknowledge yet is stressing you out,” pausing she stops in front of me. “But I must be wrong, right…cuz…you would never, right?”
All my doubts of her being here vanish at the feel of her hand gripping my hard dick. Dropping to her knees, I marvel at her. Never has she given me the pleasure of feeling her mouth on my dick. I never asked her why. Nor did I ever demand it from her. I just assumed that maybe she didn’t like to or did feel confident to-
“Jesus,” I hiss.
My jaw goes slack as I fight to remain on my feet. Giving me a wicked smiled, she winks.
“Do, do that ag…shit,” I hiss when she obeys my command.
Magic, the Universe, lost worlds are in this woman’s mouth. Blinking, I can’t believe what she’s doing…what she’s making me feel. I had heard of the woman they called, ‘Superhead,’ but never had I experienced a blow job like this. Now, I understand why Octavia kept this a secret. If she led with this, falling in love with her would be a sure thing for some men to the point that sex is all they would want from her.
Bending my knees, I fuck her willing mouth. No matter how much of my inches I give, she’s able to ingest it all. Her breathing is beyond imagination as I swear my dick is pass her collarbone. Only her wet eyes are the indication that there may be a strain on her. Slowly, she frees me from her mouth. Saliva flows from her mouth to soak me. Using it to her benefit, her hands stroke my dick.
“No,” I whisper as I jerk her to her feet.
Quickly, I open her robe to find her naked underneath. Plastering her back to the nearest wall, she wraps her legs around my waist. I’m not gentle, and frankly, I don’t think Octavia wants me to be. My dick is unforgiving and all she does is beg for more of a beating. This is the first time that a piece of rubber isn’t between us. I growl at the heighten sensation of skin on skin…the heat.. the moisture of her pussy walls.
“Shit…my god,” I groan.
I gotta slow down, I caution myself as I drop my head to the wall next to hers.
“You’re feeling too damn good,” I chuckle.
I make her stop wiggling with my hands biting into her waist. I can’t drag this out. I won’t have Nova waking up to find her mom gone. Back in control, I start moving. I can feel her pussy clenching as her release builds.
“Bradly, yes, I-“
Covering her mouth with my hand, “Shut the fuck up and let me fuck you. Don’t talk. Just cum to my dick beating the hell out of…yes, that’s it…god, fuck,” I growl.
Pulling out, I drop to my knees to pump my jerking dick until the last drop of white cum spills into my hand.
OCTAVIA
Honey, he might have got me last night, but today, I’m ready. I spent the morning feeling Nova out. I’m so happy that she’s learned from the past that she’s not falling for her dad’s act. I don’t know who the fuck got in touch with Justin, but they didn’t win. In fact, whoever that bitch or fucker is, I want to thank them because what they did was wake me up.
Seeing Justin was like a slash of cold water. All it did was shine light on the piece of shit that I’ve survived while making the glowing qualities very clear of the man that is currently in my life.
“So, now that your dad is here, do you want to change up the plans of the day?”
“Why?”
I sigh as I choose my words.
“I never want you to say that I kept you from seeing-“
“I know what you’re gonna say, Mama…and you don’t do that. Dad isn’t around because he doesn’t want to make the time. So, no. I don’t have the time because we have plans. If he wants to join in, fine. But why change what we got going on when he’s coming to cause a fight anyway?”
“Okay, just to make sure. You-“
“Not changing our plans,” she repeats herself.
And that’s what we did. Bradly came over at 11 am as promised with his classic Nintendo and box of games. I made sure to have the hamburgers seasoned and ready for the grill. I think the three of us were just counting down until the knock on the door.
“I won’t tolerate him disrespecting you,” warns Bradly as he watches me stand. “In fact,” he adds.
Getting to his feet, he shoves me back down. “Allow me.”
Licking my lips, I steal myself for the coming drama. I hold my breath as I wait for Bradly and Justin to appear in the living room. I strain my ears trying to hear what’s going on in the foyer, but can’t pick up anything.
“Stay here,” I tell Nova.
Suddenly, the two appear. My eyes dart between the two. Justin is angry while Bradly seems chill as a summer’s breeze.
“Nice,” grunts Justin as he gestures to the decorations throughout the room. “Hey, remember our first Christmas here? Where are those decorations?”
Taken a bit back at his attempt of being charming, I stumble over my answer.
“In the shed.”
“Oh, Oct…you gotta get those out,” he smiles. “Especially the Christmas throw I had to by because we didn’t know how to turn on the heat, so we had to go it the old fashion way with body heat,” he chuckles. “Man, feels good to be back,” he grins.
“You mean to visit,” I correct.
“Yeah, so Beanie how about-“
The doorbell ringing cuts off Justin’s voice. I consider letting Bradly get the door, but I need a break from the bullshit Justin is spitting.
“Hello?”
The woman on the other side of the door rudely glances into the house.
“Justin? Is he here?”
Confused, I examine the red head only for my eyes to stop and remain on the place that she’s doing her best to bring attention to.
“Sure, he’s inside,” I reply as I move to allow the woman to come in.
I know what’s happening, and with each step towards the living room, my anger grows.
“Room for two more?” I announce.
My eyes are only for Justin. I want to see his reaction, and him going pale says it all.
“Tabitha?” he shrieks.
“Oh my gosh, you really are Bradly O’Hara!” the woman screams as she rushes over to attach herself to Bradly’s arm.
“Tabitha,” I repeat.
“I’m sorry, you are?” ponders Bradly as he frees himself from the woman’s grip.
“I’m here with Justin, but I’m willing to change my mind,” she flirts.
“Why so shy at the play? You could have-“
“I wasn’t at the play. I just came in today. Justin tried to leave me at home, but once I heard about the Bradly O’Hare was here, shit…you know I had to be here,” she explains. “Wow, how did you pull him?”
Unable to speak, all Justin does is pin Tabitha with his hard gaze. It takes everything within me not to cuss this man out. So, he comes here to try to cause confusion while hiding the fact that he has a baby on the way. He can’t stand the fact that I might be happy. What was the plan, bust up what I have going on? Or sucker me into believing that he wanted to try again, then once I fall for it, he tells me to fuck off before he returns to his baby mama? I’ve heard of people that can’t sleep knowing you’re living life without them, but I never thought to actually meet a sick fucker.
“I am so happy that you came,” I say with no lie detected. “But we’re heading out to deliver Christmas Eve dinner to a friend. His wife was a good friend of mine, so Nova and I always do this. Justin, you remember Shawn?”
I read the shame on his face before he nods.
“We have to go anyway,” Justin announces.
“Oh, no!” Tabitha cries. “I just got here. Wait, let me get a pictu-“
“Now,” snaps Justin as he starts to drag her out of the room.
As soon as the front door closes, “I’ll get ready to go,” states Nova as she runs out the room.
“You alright?”
I blink almost forgetting Bradly is in the room.
“Yeah,” I answer.
Going over to the couch, I flop down. I don’t keep him guessing too long.
“Shawn and I were good friends… my first one I made when we moved here. Her husband was a pro hocky player, so he would be gone a lot. I guess Justin didn’t like the fact that I had a bestie so he made it his business to fuck her…and he succeeded. Of course, she and I had a fallen out…and when Cha Seung found out, he left her. It took her getting cancer for them to get back together and for me and her to heal. We made sure her last year was good,” I finish on a hard swallow.
I’m happy Bradly doesn’t try to reply. All he does is hold my hand which is what I need.