Chapter 14 Three Dog Night （Brady） #3
“You’re the one who keeps coming back to expectations.”
“Yeah. Guess she’s happy I’m finally settling down with someone who isn’t made of drama,” I admit. “But she has standards. My mother wouldn’t be happy if it was just anyone.”
“Minus the fact that she was pulling for Nancy, you mean?”
“Nancy was a political choice, and an old family friend. They never put much thought into it.”
“Hmm.” Lena traces the rim of the bottle with her lips, thinking. “Do they really not see it? The entitlement on that bitch?”
“It’s complicated.” I sigh, because thinking about Nancy never puts me in a good mood. “They’re just concerned about appearances over everything. They saw an easy solution and ran with it.”
“That’s a fancy way of saying they either don’t notice or don’t care.”
“Can’t argue with that. My parents will never be normal, and I think you know that.” I lean over, my lips close to hers. “Happy now?”
“Brady.” She eyes me thoughtfully, heat staining her cheeks red.
“Yes?”
“You kept talking about safety first and precautions.”
“What about them?” If she’s going to fight me on this, she’s about to lose.
“What do they involve?”
Spending every second of every day in your company. Preferably with empty balls.
Unhealthy. Stupid.
Yet tempting just the same.
“Why?” I ask carefully.
“Because I thought, if you wanted to—and there’s no pressure—maybe you’d want to spend the night here.” Her blush strays down her neck. “I know my place isn’t fancy, and the bed isn’t like imported Egyptian cotton, but—”
Before she can finish the sentence, she’s over my shoulder.
If she wants a lumberjack, I will give her one tonight.
“Brady! Are you serious?” she squeals.
“So serious, I waited for this all day,” I growl.
“Even after this morning?”
“Especially after this morning. You think I didn’t want to follow you into the bathroom at Wendy’s house and clean you up with my tongue?”
Her laugh turns into a gasp as I throw her on the bed.
In contrast to the living room, which is filled with books, her bedroom is small and neat, which makes me smile. For all her bluster about being a hot mess, she’s well organized.
I barely give the environment a second glance before I turn my attention back to her.
“I hope you know how beautiful you are.” I kiss the skin of her collarbone, pulling down her shirt, and she shivers. “I want to take my time with you.”
“I have neighbors. We might as well share a wall with how close they are. And I still haven’t showered yet.”
“Then you’ll just have to shut it, won’t you? And I’ll have to fuck you again while you clean up.” I flash her a wicked smile.
Her nipples are already pebbled, and I tweak them with my fingers. She gasps, fastening it behind her teeth. I scrape my teeth over the flimsy material of her tee.
“You know the drill,” I whisper. “You want me to slow down, I will. But I don’t think you do.”
“Keep fucking going,” she pleads.
“Fucking. Right,” I rumble into her skin.
“I trust you. Remember that.” I reward her by pressing my mouth against the hollow of her throat, practically tasting the flutter of her heartbeat.
“You can trust me. I’ve got you.”
“It’s almost too easy. It’s scary.”
“You can tell me to stop anytime.”
“But I don’t want you to.” She shifts under me as I kiss her again. “God, don’t stop, Brady.”
That’s good, because even though my head tells me to lay off her and give her space, my cock has different ideas.
Appalling ones.
“What sort of smut do you read?” I growl into her ear, resting my body against hers. Gently at first, then with more pressure when she doesn’t flinch away.
“Mm. Depends on the book. Sometimes it’s funny and adorable. Sometimes it’s pure filth wrapped in a pretty cover.”
“I’ve seen those discreet covers. Got to keep your freak flag hidden?”
“Yes,” she whispers.
Growling, I lift her shirt with my teeth, exposing bare midriff, and then pull it over her head.
There’s so much I want to explore here, so much to kiss and suck and torment with my tongue.
I want her hands on me too. Especially when she moans like butter.
“Your turn. I want this off.” She tugs at my shirt now.
“Take it, woman. Take what’s yours.”
Her laugh comes low and husky in a way that burns my balls.
Her little nails skim my bare skin, caressing my stomach as she takes my shirt and pulls.
I watch her big brown eyes go gratifyingly dark like rich amber.
Her fingers arc down lower to my pants, where she’s about to find a hard-on so intense it could drive fucking nails through the wall.
She’s done this before, yes, but now it feels less like an exploration and more like we’re marking each other.
She’s imprinting my body on her mind, and I love it.
“Pants,” she says.
I roll off her and lie on my back, hands behind my head.
If she wants to lead, permission granted.
We both know who’s really in control.
Hell, there’s nothing sexier than a woman removing your clothes like you’re a king, especially when she looks at you like you just hung the moon and the stars.
Jeans first.
She presses a hot, hungry kiss below my naval as she unbuttons them and works down my zipper, gliding her fingers over my bulge.
I suck in a breath.
Her eyes find mine, all honey brown past the dark of her pupils, almost gold.
I’m no poet, but even a literary idiot like me could write goddamn sonnets if she asked.
“You like that?” She trails another nail down my erection, featherlight.
My cock throbs violently against her touch.
“You know I do.” I smirk at her. “Do it again.”
“First, I want to see what it’s like when Brady Pruitt gets teased.” Still holding my gaze, she removes her light-pink bra. It’s another sensible, everyday bra.
How does something so basic make me unhinged?
A little too wild. A lot reckless.
With Lena, I have to stay focused.
Even if it feels like I’m drenched in gasoline and she’s holding the match, hovering the flame over me, smiling with delight because she can burn me down in a second.
Fuck.
As I watch her, she takes my hand and places it on her waistband.
She doesn’t need to ask twice. Not with words.
I’m lightning—a little too fast, maybe—ripping the sheer material of her pastel pink panties as I yank them down her legs and fling them aside.
I breathe deep, feeling my nostrils flare as her scent fills the room.
Honest to God, I could bury myself in her wet little cunt for days.
Then I twist around, throwing her underneath me in one hungry movement, spreading her legs with mine.
“Open your legs and give it up, Sass. That sweet pussy’s mine.”
Growling, I plunge my fingers into her.
She’s all slick heat. I knew that from the damp spot on her panties, but feeling her silky smoothness against my fingers makes my blood storm.
A second later, I’m damn near grinding against her thigh, but she doesn’t mind. Especially when I take her nipple between my teeth.
I bite down.
Not too much, but hard enough so she knows I’m not playing.
She squirms delightfully, whimpering, her body shifting to give me more access, eager for my cock.
It isn’t fair.
How did I waste so many years in my prime before I found her?
“You’re tight as hell today,” I whisper against the damp skin of her collarbone. I rub my thumb against her clit until she shudders, moaning loudly in my ear.
“R-right there. Brady, don’t stop!”
“Never. Not until you come so hard for me, sweetheart. Not until you see stars.”
Her fingernails dig into my back as I keep going, drawing those perfect nipples into my mouth and sucking hard, one at a time.
This is it.
Absolute feminine perfection.
She tightens around my fingers, her breath ragged and face flushed, brown eyes shining like jewels.
“Not yet,” I snarl.
“Brady!” Her voice is a whine.
“Quiet, brat.” I nip her skin, then kiss it. “Wait for me.”
Her pussy clenches around my fingers as I slow my thumb strokes on her clit to a crawl.
“Wait for what?” She shifts again, grinding against me, desperate like she’ll blow if she can just find the pressure to tip her over the edge.
“I want you to come on my cock.”
This time, she shudders until her eyes roll in the back of her head.
It’s the sexiest damn thing I’ve ever seen.
“I need . . . I need . . .” She moans loudly, her long lashes fluttering.
“Not yet. Patience.” I pull my fingers out and suck them, giving her thigh a gentle slap.
She throws her head back and sighs so hard I almost laugh.
Like it or not, I’m training her.
Good things come to good girls who wait.
And I like the thought of unloading deep inside her even more while her hot little pussy squeezes my cock.
The thought sends lust stabbing through me. As fun as this might be, I’m not made of infinite patience.
Definitely not with Lena in my arms, wet and willing and so achingly close. Her eyes take up half the real estate on her face. Her mouth takes up the other half right now, those lush lips slightly parted.
I give her no warning before I shift my position and slide inside.
All the way home.
My thumb slips into her mouth, making her taste herself.
Her entire body tenses. Her back arches.
She’s on pleasure autopilot as her mouth closes softly around my thumb and her tongue flicks across the pad.
So damn tight, so hot, so good.
No exaggeration, I could live in her for days.
Lena wraps her arms around my neck and pulls intently, bringing my face to hers for a searing kiss.
I give her what she wants for now as I push my cock in, pumping hard, letting rhythm take over, muffling the sounds of her pleasure with my mouth.
Soon, she’s tightening around me, her whole body humming as her climax nears.
I push up on my arms to bring this home.
Her legs wrap around my waist, urging me on, but I want to see her when she goes off. I want to see her face breaking with the exquisite chaos I’ve made.
Call it stupid. Some primal monkey-brain shit I can’t control.
But when she comes, I want her looking me in the eye, knowing I’m the man who ruined her.