Chapter 28 Brad
Brad
One hand grips the wheel like I’m trying to crush it, leather straining under my frustration.
I’m not proud of what I did tonight but I can’t act surprised either. The moment I saw his face, I didn’t stand a chance.
I was so fucking weak for him.
All that restraint. The tough guy act I clearly had plastered on, came crumbling down so effortlessly at the first sign of actually losing him. I was overcome with jealousy tonight which had me reacting…exactly how I was truly feeling. Consequences be damned.
That’s how it is with Noah. How it has been since that weekend. He breaks down every wall I’ve ever built and I can’t help but let him. I basically beg him to.
I take a deep breath around the fabric that I have pressed against my face. His boxers are exactly how I imagined them. The scent of him filling my nose, making my cock leak in my pants. I can’t get enough. Knowing they were wrapped around his glorious dick.
I press the boxers against my groin, attempting to stifle how badly I want to come. It’s overwhelming how ready I am to explode.
But I have to keep driving. I can’t be any later than I am right now. As much as I wish I could handle this in the shower, I don’t think I can make it that far.
Turning into the driveway, I quickly turn off the headlights and pull over to the side, closest to the trees. I’m hidden over here from the house and any neighbors which is perfect because fuck, no one would want to see this.
I turn off the car and stuff my face again with his boxers.
My mind flashes back to what just happened moments before, and before I can stop it, I’ve pulled out my cock and exploded all over the already damp material. His mess mixes in with mine and watching the combination sets me off even more, blinding me in pure bliss.
Noah.
My Noah.
I mentally repeat it over and over again until my body stops trembling.
The boxers are truly a mess now. I should feel regretful, I really should. But instead, I wish I could keep these forever.
After quietly stepping into the house, I beeline it into the laundry room, making sure to strip off my clothes, along with the boxers. Thankfully, there’s already some clothes in here so I can blame it on needing some for work tomorrow.
I throw on some sweatpants and a t-shirt, I find in the folded laundry basket and make my way upstairs.
A soft glow comes from below our bedroom door telling me that Veronica’s still up. I check the time on my watch. Eleven o’clock. I’ve been gone for well over an hour and I somehow have to explain to Veronica why I was out for so long. What do I even say?
“Hey,” I say, opening the door. I see Veronica on the bed, in her little nightgown, a messy bun sitting on top of her head with some stringy pieces hanging down. Sitting up on the bed, she flicks off her phone, resting it down on her lap.
“Hey, you’re finally home.” She yawns, scooching her butt so she can lay down.
I smile, hoping my charm can cover the shame that I feel. Nerves fill me as I step closer, taking off my shirt and sitting beside her.
She hums, cuddling in close, laying her head on my lap and running her hand up and down my abs.
“Yeah…I uh, went to find Noah.” Deciding to go with the truth. Just enough of it, anyway.
“Oh really? You two didn’t fight, did you?” She looks up at me, her eyebrows pinched.
“No.” I laugh nervously, shaking my head. “He’s working as a bartender, earning some extra money.” I explain.
“Huh.” Veronica’s eyebrows raise. I worry I told her too much. I don’t want her to go in or anything to see him. But, before that worry comes forward, she stifles it by saying, “maybe he can start pitching in for things around here.”
I can’t help but frown. “Why would we make him do that? I make more than enough to support all of us.”
She shrugs. “Teach him more about responsibility or whatever.” Her eyes light up. “Or maybe, we can save his share and go on a trip. Just you and I.” She smiles while anger grows inside of me.
“No. That sounds awful. Noah’s not paying for anything.” I slink away from her.
“Jeez, I was joking,” she says, tugging me back by the arm. “Anyway, you and I both know why he’s doing this.” She huffs.
I hold my breath.
“He wants to find his own place,” she states.
Pain hits my chest. I hate when she talks like that. If Noah leaves…I don’t know what I’ll do. I’m not sure I can withstand that again. Not when I just got him back.
He feels like a drug and I just got a small hit. Seeing him everyday, all day, has been a blessing and a curse. But nothing in me wants it to end. Not ever.
“I feel like all we’ve been talking about is Noah, lately.” Veronica pouts.
A wave of guilt washes over me. After what I just did.
It’s not her fault that I’m in this mess with Noah.
I’ve just been so…wrapped up in him. Even after insisting we stay apart, I drew myself back to him anyway.
I have no one to blame but myself. Veronica’s the mother of my child.
That’s what she’ll always be, no matter how this turns out.
“I’m sorry. You’re right. It’s just been…a lot of readjusting, with him here. I’m trying to make everyone happy.” I admit. “But, you’re right. How are you? How have you been?” I ask, getting comfortable.
Veronica smiles. “Well, I’ve been good. Excited for the annual summer fair—”
“Isn’t it Noah’s birthday coming up too?” I ask.
Veronica's lips straight line together.
Right. Shit. “Sorry, go on.”
She nods. “Yeah, after I leave for the girls weekend, I was thinking we could go to the summer fair together? It’ll be the first time since being pregnant.”
“Okay, yeah. That sounds nice.” I nod. “When was the girls weekend again?”
Veronica’s face goes still. “Brad, I told you this. It’s next weekend.”
“Right, right.” Dammit. I really need to listen better.
“I really need you to remember this. It’s the first weekend I’ll be away from Paislee. You’ve got to help me feel comfortable about this or else I'm not going. I—”
I turn to her, resting my hand on her shoulder to calm her down. “I’m sorry. Right. Everything will be fine. More than fine. It’ll be perfect.”
“You promise?” She yawns, snuggling into my arm.
I look down at her and tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear. “I promise.”
A weekend alone with Paislee and Noah? I think I can do that.