Chapter 30 Collins
Collins
I, unfortunately, did not kick Brady’s ass in pool. I did, however, get my ass kicked by both him and Sadie in pool. Also unfortunately, Brady did not take up my offer for him to teach me by pressing up against me and bending me over the pool table to help me take my shots.
He did blush when I asked, though, which felt like the big win of the evening. His hands also kept finding me—brushing my hip bone when I’d walk by him, a gentle slap to the side of my thigh on the rare occasion that I did make a good shot.
Everything with him had started to feel like we had something here that was worth pursuing.
But I didn’t want it to be the only thing going in my life, and that was where I was getting stuck.
I was happy to keep going with Brady, but I didn’t want to let myself get too far gone before I figured out what the hell I was going to do with my life.
Did I want to stay in Sweetwater Peak? Yes, eventually; the past few weeks had confirmed that, though it had taken me by surprise.
I didn’t want to stay here right now, but I think I wanted to end up here—in this place where every part of myself had grown from.
It didn’t feel like it was time to put down permanent roots just yet. But I wasn’t sure of anything else.
I drove home from the arcade with Brady and sat as close to him as I could on the bench seat. He kept his arm around me, and I had to physically restrain myself from trying to start something up in the truck.
That didn’t last for very long, though.
I turned my body toward him more, and pressed my lips to his neck. I heard his sharp exhale, which only spurred me on. I slowly trailed my hand up his thigh.
“Are you trying to seduce me, trouble?” Brady asked.
“I don’t know—is it working?”
“It started working as soon as I saw you,” he said breathily as I moved my fingers to the inside of his thigh.
“Is that so?” I asked, smiling like the Cheshire cat, I was sure.
“It is so,” he breathed. “You look incredible.”
I kissed his neck again. “Tell me more,” I said.
I felt Brady swallow. “I—I like your skirt,” he said.
“Why?” I asked.
“I liked the way it looked when you were bent over the pool table.” Heat started to ooze down my spine. Now we were getting somewhere.
I let out a dramatic gasp. “Were you staring at my ass, Brady Cooper?”
“I was staring at everything, Collins,” he said, and looked down at me. “Everything about you feels like it’s specifically designed to torture me.”
“Torture you? Me?” I pressed my hand against my chest in faux shock.
Brady shook his head and let out a strained laugh. “You know exactly what you do to me,” he said as he pulled his truck to a stop in front of Coop’s.
“What do I do to you?” I asked.
Brady paused for a second before literally pouncing on me. In under a second, my back was on the bench seat and my legs were wrapped around his middle. One of his hands was gripping my chin as he kissed me—hard.
I grinned into our kiss and knotted my fingers in his hair. He rolled his hips into mine, and I gasped into his mouth.
“Oh, so that’s what I do to you,” I said.
“Among many other things.” He kissed me again and again and again. I felt his hand move from my knee to the back of my thigh and under my skirt. I pushed my hips up into his, begging for more. “Fuck,” he ground out.
I tried to do it again, but my leg hit the steering wheel hard enough that the horn beeped, zapping us away from each other like we were teenagers who’d just got caught by our parents. Both of us laughed, and Brady pressed his forehead against mine.
“Let’s go inside,” he said, helping me get upright.
For the first time since I moved here, Brady struggled to get the front door of Coop’s unlocked.
“Having trouble?” I asked.
“You fluster me,” he said before he gave the doorknob one more aggressive shake, and it finally popped open.
As soon as we were through the door, I kissed him again, pushing him back toward a love seat that he’d been working on this week. When his calves hit it, he fell down to a sit, and I straddled him. “Hi,” I said as I brought my hands up to either side of his face.
“Hi,” he said. Then I slowly lowered my mouth to his. When our lips touched, I felt him relax—like he’d been waiting for this all night like I had. I felt his hands move up my back and back down, and I reveled in how natural it felt for him to touch me.
“God, I’ve been waiting for this,” he said against my mouth. “For this to go exactly where I want it to go.”
“Where do you want it to go?” I asked.
“All the way,” he said, and nipped at my jaw.
“Thank fuck,” I said, rolling my hips against him. “Please,” I begged.
“God,” Brady moaned. “I don’t think I’ll ever be able to say no to you.”
“Good,” I said as I shrugged off my jacket. Brady pulled back to look at me. His hands went from circling my ribs to my waist and back again.
“What is this thing?” he asked, eyes on my corset top. “It’s insane.”
“Just a shirt,” I breathed.
“This is not just a shirt, Collins,” he said as he licked my collarbone. “This is a contraption that is tailor-made to drive me insane.”
My head fell back as he licked and sucked at my chest, right above the low neckline of the corset. “Can I take it off?” he asked.
“Please,” I breathed. He reached his arms around me and started to slowly—torturously so—undo the line of hook-and-eye closures that went along my spine.
“Faster,” I said.
“Don’t rush me, Collins,” Brady whispered. “Because I’m powerless against you. I’ll do exactly what you want—I’ll go faster, and later wish I’d taken it slow because we only get it…like this…once.”
His words sent my heart pounding against my rib cage—like it was trying to bust its way out of me to find safety in Brady—like the rest of me already did.
“Okay,” I said. I stroked his hair and kissed his temple. “Then I want it slow. I want you slow and deep and demanding.” I felt the last closure give way on my back, and Brady slid the straps down my shoulders before pulling the top all the way off me and gently tossing it to the floor.
I watched his eyes take me in. The way he looked at me made me want to hide, but it also made me want to bask in his sight. His lips tracked my collarbone again, and then lower, until he sucked one of my nipples into his mouth, and I gasped—the piercing made them feel almost too sensitive with him.
His tongue moved over the metal, and my hips rolled against him. He moved to my other breast and did the same thing—sucked it into his mouth hard and then used the tip of his tongue to soothe it.
“I like these,” he said. “I like these a lot.” He bit down on one of my nipples and gently dragged it through his teeth. “And this,” he said before he licked the wilted rose tattoo on my sternum. I wanted his tongue on every part of me.
I gasped and my head fell backward. “Oh my god.”
“Kiss me, please.” Brady’s voice was hoarse, and I brought my mouth back to his. His kiss was punishing and sloppy and perfect.
“Stand up for a second, baby,” he whispered. “I want the rest of these clothes off you.” Brady wrapped his arms tight around my waist before standing and lifting both of us off the couch. He kissed me one more time before lowering me enough that my feet could hit the ground.
I bent to take my boots off, but he stopped me. “I want to do it,” he said. “Please.”
I didn’t know it was possible for someone to be this gentle and also this hot at the same time.
Brady got down on his knees in front of me.
He put one hand gently on the back of my knee before using the other to unzip my knee-length boot.
He held on to the back of the heel while I stepped out of it and used his shoulders for balance.
He did the same thing with the other foot, then reached up under my skirt to pull my tights down—slowly and with care.
“You pack light,” he said, looking up at me. “I don’t want to ruin anything.”
My heart jumped into my throat, and it felt like I couldn’t swallow. I didn’t know that was something he noticed or cared about. I didn’t know if anyone had ever cared about me the way Brady did.
He unzipped my skirt and slid it down my legs, leaving me only in a red seamless pair of panties.
“I like these too,” he said as he kissed one of my hip bones and then the other before he rose to his feet. “You’re beautiful, Collins.”
I know he wanted to go slow, but I couldn’t take it anymore. I basically rocket-launched myself back into his arms, and he caught me with ease. The friction of my bare skin against his clothes was delicious, and I couldn’t get close enough to him.
Our tongues tangled as he laid me back down on the couch. His mouth didn’t leave mine when one of his middle fingers dragged down my front, dipped underneath my underwear, and slipped into me with ease. My back arched underneath him, and I moaned.
“Fuck,” he whimpered. “You’re so wet.” His finger pumped in and out of me, and I bucked underneath him.
I felt like I was overstimulated—between how gentle he was with me, the way he felt on top of me, and his finger inside me, I felt like I wanted to crawl out of my skin and attach myself to him—super normal or whatever.
“I need you, Brady,” I said. “Please. I want you inside me.”
“I am inside you,” he said, and I could hear the grin in his voice.
“You’ll have to be more specific, you know—use your words.
I know you know how.” A vision of him kneeling in front of me while I got myself off and he watched made its way to the front of my brain.
My back arched at the memory, and a shiver made its way down my spine.
Brady grinned at me. “Yeah,” he said. “I’m thinking about that, too.”
“Bradyyy,” I whined. His thumb was making circles on my clit—just the way I showed him.
“Tell me, Collins. I’ll give you anything. Just tell me what you need.”