Chapter Thirteen #2
“We survived,” I joke, stepping in closer, keeping my eyes on his. “Mom only threatened to start over once.”
“Fantastic! A victory by all accounts then.” Dad adds with a snicker. He looks across at Brody, his expression settling into something respectful. “Brody, thank you for spending the day with me. I couldn’t ask for a better man to be the father of my grandson. Truly.”
“Thank you, Charles,” Brody replies, rising fluidly from the chair. His movement shifts my focus completely to him. “That means a lot to me.”
Standing in the warmth of my father’s study, seeing the mutual respect pass between them, sends a sweet wave of relief washing over me.
I’m not sure I’ve ever had a partner who wasn’t intimidated by my father, who performed to gain approval. But not Brody. He simply walked into my parents’ home and earned their respect by being the solid, unshakable man he is.
“Dinner should be ready by now, let’s go eat. I’m starving after all this planning today.” My mother pulls my father up from his chair, takes his hand in hers, and pulls him toward the door.
“Lead the way, darling.” My father winks at me as they walk by me.
Brody makes his way to me and takes both of my hands in his, pulling me towards him for a kiss. “Did you have a little bit of fun?”
I kiss him again. “I did. Makes it all feel more real, you know?”
“It’s very real, Princess. In just a few months, we’ll be holding him.”
A few months. It’s hard to imagine, and I feel like there’s still so much to plan and figure out. But tonight, I’m going to try to relax and appreciate the time I have with my parents and this man who’s quickly becoming everything to me and my son.
Dinner is a fairly casual affair, though my mom insists on lighting some taper candles. The conversation slows effortlessly, filling the room with talk about Brody’s routine for the next few months, Overtime dealings, and family stories.
Brody handles every question from my parents with ease, his hand frequently finding mine beneath the table, his thumb tracing slow circles over my knuckles.
Every touch, every glance, feels like something intimate, and it makes me even more attracted to him than ever.
“You okay?” He leans in and asks in my ear.
“Yeah, but I’m getting pretty tired,” I say, leaning my head on his shoulder.
“I think we should probably call it a night.” Brody kisses my head.
My mother looks over at us. “You look tired, Ellis. I have your room ready for you guys,” my mom says as she stands.
Brody stands and holds out his hand to me. And while I’m capable of standing without his help, I take it anyway because I simply love that he’s so sweet.
My dad also gets up and follows us.
“Thanks, Mom. I am getting tired, but I want you to know how much I appreciate today. I love that you want a space for the baby here. It means a lot to me. And it’s also helped to give me a few ideas for my nursery too.”
We walk out of the dining room and toward the staircase. My parents stop at the stairs and hug us both.
“Ellis, you’re my baby. Of course I want space for my family here. Especially my grandchild, whom I’ll love to spoil rotten.” She wraps her hand around my dad’s arm, a loving smile on her face.
“And I want it on record that I’m just as excited as your mother. I can’t wait to be a grandpa.” My dad puffs out his chest just enough for me to notice.
“I love you guys. We’ll see you in the morning, but we can’t stay too long; we have to relieve the dog sitter at Brody’s house by eleven am.”
“Oh yes, that’s fine. I’ll make sure breakfast is ready in time so you can eat before you go.” My mom waves her hand in front of her.
“Good night, Molly and Charles,” Brody says as he wraps an arm around my waist.
“Night, Brody,” they say in unison.
When we reach the top of the staircase, I lead Brody down the hallway and open the white double doors to my childhood bedroom. A king-sized canopy bed is the focal point of the room, but there’s also a gas-powered fireplace, armchairs, and a private balcony overlooking the back lawn.
The minute the bedroom door clicks shut behind us, Brody leans back against it and locks it with a click of the deadbolt. His piercing eyes lock onto mine with an intense hunger that sets my heart racing.
“Finally,” he rasps, his voice thick with an edge that sends a shiver down my spine.
I’m standing near the edge of the bed, hyperaware of the man standing in front of me, but also the fact that we are, in fact, at my parents’ house.
Yes, I’m an adult, but I’ve never had sex in my parents’ house while they were home, and I have no doubt that if he keeps looking at me like this, we will be having sex tonight.
“Brody…” I whisper as a sudden rush of anticipation hits me as he begins to walk slowly across the room toward me. He looks like a predator stalking his prey. “You know my parents will be down the hall, right?”
“The doors in this house are like three inches thick. Completely solid oak, Ellis,” he smirks, stopping in front of me. He towers over me, wrapping me in his heat, his presence turning me on instantly. “They won’t hear a damn thing.”
He reaches out, his hands cupping both sides of my face. His thumbs brush over my cheeks, his eyes scanning every inch of my face before dropping to my lips.
“Don’t think I didn’t notice you sneaking glances at me all through dinner,” he accuses, his breath fanning against my mouth, making my head swim. “Like you wanted to tear my sweater off right in front of your parents.”
A breathless laugh escapes me, my hands rising to rest on his chest. “I can’t lie…I was thinking about it. It’s not my fault you look ridiculously sexy all the time.”
“Mhmm,” he smiles, his hands sliding down my cheeks, along my neck, down to my chest, finally reaching my breasts and cupping them.
He squeezes gently through my clothes, making my nipples harden instantly into tight peaks against his palms. “Your breathing changed every time I looked at you. I think you wanted me as badly as I wanted you today.”
The feeling of his hands on my body after hours of restraint is almost like slow torture. I reach up, my fingers gripping the knit of his sweater, and pull him down until our lips touch.
“I absolutely did,” I say shamelessly against his mouth, letting my hips press forward into his, feeling his hard cock.
“So what are you going to do about it, Princess?”
“I have two pairs of lips for a reason, Vaughn. You can either shut me up or fill me up. The choice is yours.”
He lets out a low, deep growl from his chest.
And he doesn’t waste another second. His mouth crashes down on mine in a deep, hot kiss that instantly steals the air from my lungs. His tongue parts my lips with ruthless precision, taking command, tasting me with a greedy hunger.
I arch up into him, my fingers locking tightly into the thick dark hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him as close as possible.
His hands slide down my back, gathering the hem of my sweater. He pulls it over my stomach and lifts it over my head in one swift tug, tossing it behind him. He takes off my leggings next, leaving me in a pair of lacy black panties and a bra.
Brody steps back slightly, his breaths coming faster now, his eyes roaming over my body. My breasts are full and spilling over the lace. My stomach is round and smooth, a visible sign of the child I’m growing inside me.
His gaze softens, replacing the heat I saw moments ago. He drops down to his knees in front of me.
“Brody—” I rasp as he places his hands on the sides of my belly.
He doesn’t say a word. He just leans forward and presses his lips to the center of my bump, placing a tender kiss against my skin.
He stays there for a second, resting his forehead against me, his hands holding me with a reverence that makes my eyes prick with tears.
He holds me like I’m the most precious thing in the world.
“You are so fucking beautiful, Ellis,” he says against my skin, his hands moving to my hips, pulling me into him again as he rests his scruffy face against the smooth skin of my belly. “You take my breath away every single day.”
I feel so overwhelmed by hearing these words, but also by the electric arousal swimming through my body. I reach down, running my fingers through his hair, gently tugging until his eyes meet mine.
“Brody…come up here and kiss me,” I say, my voice laced with blatant desire.
He rises in one fluid motion and, in seconds, pulls off his sweater, tossing it in the same direction he threw my clothes, revealing his sculpted chest. He kicks off his shoes and shoves his jeans and boxers down his thighs, standing before me completely naked.
His thick cock is fully erect, pulsing against his stomach.
I swear I’ll never get tired of seeing this man’s desire for me.
Brody steps forward, reaches around me, and unsnaps my bra, pulling the straps down my arms, letting it fall to the floor.
Without taking his eyes off of mine, his hands slide down my hips, his thumbs hooking inside the waistband of my underwear.
He glides his palms down the back of my thighs, dragging the thin lace down past my knee in one fluid motion until I step out of them.
I look up at his face, and a wicked smirk spreads across it.
He leans in and kisses me softly as he picks me up effortlessly, his arms sliding under my thighs. I wrap my legs around his waist as he carries me to the side of the bed. He lays me down, hovering over me.
He kisses me, then makes his way down my neck to my chest, his mouth latching onto a nipple, sucking hard and sending hot sparks right down to my pussy. I swear…this pregnancy is heightening everything. I feel like it won’t take much for me to come.
“Ah! Brody…” I gasp, arching my back, my hands grabbing onto the slats of my headboard over my head.
“Yeah, baby,” he mumbles against my skin, his hand sliding down between my legs. “This feel good?”
“Yes…” I pant.
“Remember…your parents are down the hall.”