Chapter 13 #2
I took a long time to fall asleep. And when I woke, I was alone.
I smelled breakfast cooking, so I got up and washed my face, brushed my hair, and pulled it back into a ponytail.
Since I was still naked after we had sex last night, I pulled on his shirt that was laying on the ground and walked downstairs.
I paused at the entrance to the kitchen.
Dalton was leaning against the counter, a coffee mug in his hand.
I tugged on the edge of Brady's shirt, wishing I'd thrown on panties or even shorts. I hoped that we'd continue what we started last night.
When Brady saw me standing there, he held his arm out for me, and I went willingly to his side. "Are you hungry?"
"Starved."
Dalton was watching us. "I hope you don't mind me dropping by. Oakley needed her space this morning."
Before I could respond, Brady said, "This is your place. You can always crash here."
I stiffened. "Oakley doesn't want you to stay with her?"
Dalton shrugged. "Eh. I'm sure she'll change her mind. The hormones have her all over the place. She's up and down, worried about the baby and concerned about us."
I was hoping to have some time alone with Brady.
"You two seem cozy," Dalton remarked.
"We're engaged," I said, trying to think about how I'd react to this situation if my relationship with Brady were real and I'd planned on having sex on this very counter this morning.
"Do you mind if Dalton moves back in for a bit?" Brady asked as if he'd only just realized I lived here too.
"We should talk about it." When Dalton wasn't around to hear us.
"Can you keep an eye on the stove?" Brady asked Dalton, and at his nod, he took my hand and let me into the powder room, shutting the door.
I placed my palms on his chest. "You can't just move people in without talking about it with me first."
"This is my brother though."
I tipped my head to the side. "If we were really engaged, you'd have to consult with me. You can't just move people in and out."
Brady swallowed. "You're right. I just never thought there would be a time when Dalton wouldn't be welcomed here."
"It's not that he's not welcome; it's that we live here together now. This is our house, and I want time alone with you."
Brady's eyes widened. Then he looked me up and down. "What are you wearing under my shirt?"
His hand landed on my thigh and drifted under the hem. I widened my stance as his hand cupped my pussy, and he groaned. "Why is Dalton here?"
I gave him a pointed look. "Exactly."
"I see what you mean." His fingers eased through my folds, teasing my entrance. "I can't believe you came into the kitchen in just my T-shirt, and I can't even act on it."
"I had plans for the kitchen counter,” I said breathlessly.
"Mmm. I'm liking that idea."
I gripped his shoulders, needing more.
He lifted me, setting my ass on the edge of the counter, and pulled the shirt over my head, leaving me naked. "So beautiful." He sucked one nipple into his mouth, and when he lifted his mouth.
My fingers curled in the hair at the base of his neck, not wanting him to go anywhere.
"I want you all to myself."
I let my head fall back to the mirror, my legs widening as he dropped to his knees in front of me.
"I want to taste you."
"Yes, please."
He dove in, not wasting any time teasing me. This was a full-frontal assault of my senses. He was probably in a hurry because Dalton was watching our breakfast cook. But my desire was peaked after last night. I wanted more.
When his fingers entered me, I cried out, and Brady hissed, "Shhh. You have to be quiet."
I bit my lip as he continued to lick and suck my clit, his fingers setting a steady rhythm, making me wish it was his dick inside me.
The orgasm rushed through me like a tidal wave, crashing into me with force. I could only grip the counter and hold on tightly. He moved up my body, kissing me. Tasting me on his lips only heightened my desire for him.
"I want more, but we don't have time."
"Can you get rid of Dalton? And take his key on the way out?" I asked.
Brady's expression fell. "I can't kick him out."
"He can't just drop by whenever he wants. That's not right. It's an invasion of our privacy. What if we'd been fucking in the kitchen?"
Brady shook his head. "I'll have to set some boundaries."
"If we were engaged for real, I'd tell you that he can't live here anymore. We're starting a life together, and I don't want any roommates. I want to enjoy this time with you."
He gripped my wrist. "You're right."
"What happens once he has the baby. Will he or she be here too? Is he setting up a crib?"
Brady stilled as if he hadn't thought about any of that. "I need to talk to him about his plans."
"Newlyweds wouldn't want to have a baby living under the same roof."
"We'd want to have sex on every surface without worrying about anyone walking in or a baby crying in the middle of the night."
"Exactly." I felt for Dalton, but he'd moved out with his girlfriend. He couldn't keep going back and forth. It wasn't fair to us.
"I'll talk to him."
"This should come from you. Not me."
Brady gripped the counter on either side of my hips and kissed me, making me forget all about being hungry and the fact that his brother was waiting for us in the kitchen.