29. Brady
CHAPTER 29
Brady
I lock the door and watch her walk down the steps, and if it was any other person, I would make sure the lights are on for her not to trip, but fuck her. Fuck her for coming in here and spewing that shit at Harmony. I watch her walk over to her car and get in, taking off, and peeling down the street. “I don’t think this street has had this much action since I’ve moved in,” I joke, turning to look at Harmony, who has tears running down her face, and it guts me. Completely fucking guts me, as if you stuck a knife in me and opened me up. “Baby,” I say, walking to her and putting my hand on her face.
“You are more than she will ever know.” She looks up at me.
“Baby, you think I care what that woman says about me?” I shake my head. “The last person I give a shit about is her. The only people who I care what they think are the two people in this house and my family.” I bend to touch my lips to hers. “Everyone else doesn’t matter.” Again, the need to touch my lips to hers is overwhelming. “It’s almost over,” I whisper. “Now, I’ve spent the whole night waiting for this moment right here.” She opens her mouth. “I’ve thought about coming home to you and getting you naked.” Her eyes glaze over in a whole different way. “Now, I’m going to close up down here,” I tell her, “while you go upstairs and get naked for me.” I swear I think she sighs. “Can you do that for me?”
“I can do that for you,” she replies, almost panting. “I can do anything for you.”
“Is that so?” I smirk. “Good to know.” Her eyes go big as her cheeks get pink. “Go and get naked for me.” She nods as my hand falls from her face. She turns and rushes up the stairs and my cock goes hard watching her.
I turn and walk over to the front door, making sure it’s locked, before walking to the kitchen and turning off the lights and then making my way upstairs. Before I head to my room, knowing she is waiting for me, I walk over to the closed door and open it as quietly as I can. My eyes go to Wyatt, who is on his stomach, sleeping without a care in the world. Like a kid should sleep. I close the door before turning and making my way to my bedroom. A soft light comes out into the hallway, and I know it’s from the bedside lamp.
I stop at the doorway when I look at the bed and see her sitting with her back against the headboard. Her arms are wrapped around her cocked-up knees, her eyes on me as she nervously bites her lower lip. “Jesus fucking Christ,” I say to her, “you’re a wet fucking dream come true.” She puts her hands to the side of her hips, swinging her knees, and I see her nipples are pebbled and waiting to be pinched. I kick off my boots and take off my socks before walking to the bed. I take one more look at her before I put a knee on the bed and make my way to her. My hand goes to her ankle and then slowly moves up her leg before my mouth finds her. My hand on her cheek, her hand goes to mine as she opens her mouth for my tongue. My tongue plays with hers as my hand moves down to her legs, opening them. “I thought I said be naked,” I state when I see her still wearing her white lace panties.
“Brady,” she whispers, her chest rising and falling as she watches my finger trail up her inner thigh to her pussy. Moving over the lace, she holds her breath and lifts her hips for more of my touch.
“My girl is needy tonight.” I move over her slit toward her clit before I pull her leg down and turn her to the side of the bed. Her back and feet are planted on the bed, her arms bent and beside her head. “All night I’ve thought of tasting you.” I move between her legs and bend to take one of her nipples into my mouth, sucking it deep. Her moan is soft. “All I could think about was you in my bed.” I move to the other nipple. “I wanted to kick everyone out and rush home to you.” I move my lips to suck her neck, her hands going to my nape, then moving down my back. She fists my shirt in her hands and pulls it up, sitting up and forcing me back as she sheds my shirt from me.
Tossing it to the side, she roams her hands up my chest, her nails making my abs contract as she leans in and sucks my nipple before she bites it. “I thought about this also.” She looks up at me, and her hands go to my cock. I push her back down onto the bed, my mouth going to her nipple as my hand goes between her legs, pushing her panties to the side and sliding two fingers into her. She wraps her arms around my head as I bite her nipple and finger-fuck her. “Brady,” she moans my name, and I pull my fingers out of her.
I sit back on my heels and lick my fingers clean before I pull her panties off her hips and toss them behind me. “I want to taste my pussy,” I tell her, and she opens her legs for me, my mouth watering as I see she’s wet for me. “But first,” I say, hovering over her, and she gets on her elbows, “I want to play with it.” I move my hands between her slit as my mouth swallows her moans. My tongue swirls around hers as my two fingers move in and then out of her toward her clit, moving side to side ferociously. Letting her mouth go, I urge her, “Watch me play, baby.” Her eyes go to my fingers as they slide into her and then out of her. “So wet for me.” My cock is straining to sink into her, wanting her heat all around him. “My mouth is watering,” I tell her as I watch my fingers disappear inside her. “Fuck.” I pull out my fingers and push her legs back before my mouth dives to her pussy. Sucking her clit into my mouth, the sweetness on my tongue makes me feral. I open her pussy lips as I look up at her watching me, sliding my tongue into her. “Like honey on my tongue,” I state while my tongue fucks her before I lick up to her clit, nibbling it before sucking it into my mouth. My fingers now move into her, fucking her as I suck her clit.
“Brady,” she pants my name, and I can feel her tightening on my fingers.
“I know, baby, let go.” I don’t have to tell her twice as she comes all over my fingers, dripping down my knuckles to the bed as she clamps down on them. “You’re soaking me,” I tell her, but her head is back as she rides her orgasm. “That’s it, baby.” I don’t stop moving my fingers as I feel another one coming.
She puts her hand on my wrist to stop me. “No,” I say, slamming my fingers into her, “give me one more.”
“I can’t.” She tries to close her legs to stop me.
“You will,” I demand of her, not giving her a chance. “That’s it, baby girl, give me another one.” I suck her clit. “Then I’m going to fuck your face”—she moans—“then your pussy. Then maybe your mouth again.”
“Yes,” she whisper-shouts before she comes again on my fingers. “I want you in my mouth.” She quivers under me. “Please.” She watches my fingers pull out of her, and she quickly sits up, her hands moving at the speed of light to get my cock out. She unbuttons my jeans, and my cock is barely out before she grips the head and licks the precum off and swallows the tip. “It’s your turn to watch me.” She gets on her hands and knees in front of me, licking my cock from my balls to the tip. I grit my teeth together, watching her take me in her mouth. The velvet of her tongue twirls around the head as she sucks me deeper into her mouth. “I want you to tell me what you like,” she says, moving her hand.
“Baby,” I hiss, my hand goes to her cheek, and my thumb moves down on it, “all you have to do is touch me, and I think I’m going to come apart.” She takes me as deep as she can in her mouth. “Fuck,” I mutter when she moans, and the vibrations run through me. “Baby, I want to come in your pussy, not your mouth,” I tell her, and she shakes her head. “I’ll come in your mouth in the shower,” I promise her as her hand tightens around my shaft.
“You promise?” she asks me, letting go of my cock but moving her tits around it. She squeezes them together. “Promise me, Brady.” She tit-fucks me, and I’m about to blow like a teenager.
“I promise.” It takes everything in me to move away from her and go to the bedside table, grabbing a condom.
“I want to ride you,” she offers softly as I roll the condom on my cock. “I want to be on top.”
I lie down on the bed, holding my cock up. “Then ride it, baby.” She crawls over me, gripping my cock in her hand and then placing it at her entrance as she slowly moves down. “Fuck,” I swear, feeling her heat all over me as she fills herself halfway before going back up to the tip, and then taking a little bit more of me as she comes down again. She repeats this four times before her ass hits my thighs as she groans. “Ride it, baby, or I’ll ride you,” I grit between clenched teeth, gripping her hips in my hands so tight I know she’s going to have bruises tomorrow. She moves her knees up and down as my hands go to her tits, squeezing her nipples. “That’s my girl,” I praise when she moves faster and her pussy clamps down on my cock.
“Brady.” She moves her hands to the back of my thighs, and my cock rubs over her G-spot. “I’m so full.” She can barely talk as she moves.
“Wait until I fuck you on your knees,” I tell her. She gasps and comes all over my cock as she slams down and just closes her eyes. Her pussy convulses around my cock, and I watch euphoria take over her face. I wait for her to be done before I grab her hips, pull her off me, and put her on her stomach. I pull her hips up and slam into her. “Now that, baby, is you being full,” I state as she groans out, and I lose control, fucking her harder than I’ve ever fucked anyone in my life. I know I should go easy, but feeling her tightness all over me, I can’t help it. My balls get tight as I bury myself in her and fill the condom. I collapse on my back, and she turns her head to bury it in my neck, giving me a soft kiss.
“I guess you were right,” she agrees, “definitely felt fuller.” I can’t help but laugh and pull out of her.
“Let’s go,” I urge her, and she looks over at me, confused. “Shower, baby.” I motion with my head. “Then your mouth and then bed.” She doesn’t say anything to me. Instead, she just walks ahead of me to the bathroom.
I wake up to the smell of cakes and sugar and roll over to feel the bed is cold. I blink a few times before I hear rustling in the room and get up to see her going through her bag to grab clothes to wear. “Morning, baby,” I say, and she looks over at me.
“I’m sorry I woke you,” she whispers. “I was hoping to go and come back and find you still sleeping.”
“If you had left without telling me”—I toss the covers off me—“you wouldn’t be able to sit down the rest of the day because I would make your ass red.”
“Brady,” she hisses, looking at the door as I stride over to the walk-in closet and grab a pair of boxers and shorts. When I walk back into the room, she’s slipping on her yoga pants, and I stop to kiss her neck before heading to the bathroom.
I walk down the steps and find her carrying the box out of the kitchen and grab it from her. “I can do it myself.”
“Yeah, you can,” I admit, “but I can also do it for you.” I walk out of the house, and I’m not surprised that Winston’s car is gone as I put the things in the truck. I open the driver’s door for her, kissing her on her lips. “Drive safe,” I tell her, watching her pull out and then walking inside.
I’m taking a sip of my coffee when I hear footsteps on the stairs, looking over and seeing Wyatt walk into the kitchen, rubbing sleep away from his eyes. “Morning,” I say as he goes to the couch and lies down on it.
I just smile at him as he wakes up. “Morning, Brady,” he mumbles as he grabs a throw blanket and covers himself, “just five more minutes.”
“You got it, bud. What do you want for breakfast?”
“Can I have a bagel with egg, sausage, and cheese?” he asks, and I nod at him, turning to grab the things I need. I start the eggs and then hear the stool make noise as I look over and see him getting up.
“Sleep good?” I ask as he watches me, and he nods.
“Better than the other bed, that’s for sure.” I try not to let him see me smile as I take a pan out. “The best bed I’ve slept in.”
“Is that so?” I ask over my shoulder. “We should get all your things from the other house and make it your room.” He just nods at me.
The front door opens, and we both look over and see Harmony walk into the room. “Morning.” She smiles at Wyatt, walking over to him and kissing his cheek while she rubs his back up and down. “Sleep good?”
“Yeah,” he mumbles to her as she walks around the counter to go and wash her hands.
“Have you guys ever ridden horses?” I ask them, and they both look over at me.
“No,” Wyatt replies at the same time as Harmony looks at me, confused by the question.
“A couple of times when I was younger,” she mentions softly. “Why?”
“I was thinking maybe we could go to Charlie’s and get a ride in,” I explain to her, and Wyatt gasps.
“What?” she whispers, and I haven’t forgotten that he has the next four days off.
“I was thinking we head over there after breakfast and take a ride.” I look at her, then at Wyatt, who doesn’t say anything. He just nods. “Get out of the house a bit.”
“Mom, can we?” he asks, and I can tell by his tone and the look in his eyes she’ll say yes, because that’s the type of mother she is. She is going to give everything to her kid, no matter what.
“Are you sure it’ll be okay?” she asks, and I nod, knowing if we show up there, there is no way that Charlie can say no. “Then I guess we can.”