Chapter 11
Brady
“Brady!”
Lily’s voice came out as a scream.
But she’d been screaming for the last thirty or so minutes. That was how long my face had been between her legs.
Punishing her with my tongue.
A threat I’d given to her when I first set her on the bed, where I then stripped off the little she’d been wearing and positioned her on the very edge of the mattress.
I spread her legs.
I got on my fucking knees.
And my face went to my favorite spot in the entire world.
What she didn’t know about me was that if I made a threat, I followed through. I was a man of my word.
And this beautiful woman had gotten a lashing with the tip of my tongue, reminding her of every reason why she should have reached out to me.
It came in the form of denial.
I wouldn’t let her come, licking her to the point where her body began to shake, the pitch of her voice turning its highest, her legs caving inward, her back arching, her hand pulling at the strands of my hair. Just as she was nearing the peak, I’d pull away.
Over and fucking over.
I even got up at one point. I walked my ass over to the minibar and slowly savored a small bottle of vodka, staring at her spread across the bed. Listening to her begging, seeing the slickness on her cunt, recalling the many trips I’d taken her toward an orgasm. And there, feet away from her pussy, I asked myself why I was doing this.
I wasn’t going to settle down with her.
Date her.
I sure as hell wasn’t going to marry her.
So, why the fuck did it matter that she hadn’t reached out?
Because it pissed me off that she hadn’t wanted more.
Because one time had been enough for her.
Because she hadn’t thought about me, craved me to the point of needing to have me again.
Because she was the one woman who wasn’t completely obsessed with me.
That was why.
I finished the rest of the vodka. I got on my knees, wrapping my arms around the inside of her legs, and I returned to the pussy that gave me more satisfaction than any of the others I’d had in the last six months.
I pressed my nose against her clit—a spot that had to be so worked up that only a little more pressure would set her off. “You can say my name all you want, Lily. You’re not going to come.”
“Please!” She tore at my hair. “I can’t take it.” She rocked her hips forward. “Not for another second.”
I fucking loved hearing this.
Her begging.
Needing.
The scent of her every time I inhaled.
The feel of her wetness against my face.
“You think you deserve to come?”
“Yes!”
I chuckled at the sound of her desperation and pulled my nose away, aiming a finger at her pussy. So far, I hadn’t fingered her. That would get her there even faster, and I wanted to draw this out as long as possible.
But the truth was, I needed her to come.
For me.
Because my cock wanted to be inside her so badly, and my stamina was starting to wear very thin.
“You’d better make me fucking feel it,” I growled against her.
My finger dived through her tightness until I reached the back of my knuckle, and I turned my wrist, pointing upward toward her stomach, heading for the section of her body that would drive her fucking mad.
Her G-spot.
And that was when I began to lick again.
But I wasn’t calm.
I wasn’t slow.
I gave her hard, fast flicks with the front half of my tongue, pressing my finger in and out of her, and within a second, she was screaming.
“Brady! Ahhh!”
It wasn’t just the noise that made my hard-on ache.
It was the sight of her body shuddering.
The way her cunt narrowed against my skin.
How her wetness thickened and I got to taste her orgasm and lick it off her.
“Oh my God!” She released my hair, her palm flattening on my head. “Don’t stop!”
She didn’t have to worry; I wasn’t stopping until she stilled.
But I kept my eyes open, staring up her body to watch the entire thing, taking in every jitter and vibration. It was one hell of a view.
Beautiful and sexy.
Enticing as fuck.
And when her body calmed, the shouting finally quieted, her breath now coming out in pants, I carefully pulled my hand away, rubbing my nose against her clit before I completely separated us.
“That was”—she gasped again—“pure fucking evil.” She looked down, her eyes wild like a goddamn animal, hair a mess, cheeks red, lips wet and apart. “I don’t know whether I want to kill you or if I’m completely in love with you.” Her hand went to her mouth, her eyes wide. “I didn’t mean to say that—like that.”
But she’d said it, and the word took hold of me.
Rocked me.
It was just a statement from someone who was still in that postorgasmic heat, but still … fuck me.
“Let’s go with kill.” I’d already taken off my shirt, but I was still wearing my jeans, so I reached into my pocket to get my wallet, grabbing the condom from inside. I put the wallet away, loosened my belt, button, and zipper, and I let my pants fall while I stepped out of my shoes. The only thing left was my boxer briefs. Since she was still on the end of the bed, I moved within a distance that she could reach. “Why don’t you show me what you can do with your mouth?”
A smile came over her lips. “Should I punish you?”
My boxer briefs were suddenly around my ankles, my dick pointed at her mouth.
“You can. But you’d regret it.”
“So, this is one-sided?” She wrapped her hand around the bottom of my shaft and began to stroke.
“I made it clear why you were getting punished. Me? I’ve done nothing wrong.”
“That’s what you call the last however many minutes?” She licked across my tip.
I hissed from how good it felt.
“Because not letting me come for that long makes you guilty as hell.” She gave my crown a quick suck. “I think I should put you through the same thing you just did to me.”
My eyes narrowed as I clamped her cheeks with both hands. “Try it. I dare you.”
“You’re threatening me, Mr. Spade.”
I gave her nipple a pinch. “It’s not a threat. It’s a warning.”
“What would that punishment get me? I need to know what the stakes are before I do anything …”
Never in my life had I negotiated while my cock was near a woman’s mouth.
Yet every word she spoke was so fucking seductive; all it did was make me want her more.
“What you just experienced, that would happen all over again. But this time, I’d use a mix of my dick, my finger, and my tongue. You know, just to make it more interesting.”
Her eyes grew wide. “You’re a masochist.”
“I’ve been called worse things.”
She looked at my cock, like it was kinder than I was. A thought that made me want to fucking laugh.
There was nothing kind about my dick.
Not in the way I fucked.
Not in the way I drove orgasms through a woman’s body.
“Would you ever let me win?” she pleaded.
A question that inconspicuously mentioned a future. Whether that was later tonight, tomorrow, or a week from now.
That was something I wanted.
And something I didn’t.
Goddamn it.
“You just got my mouth. I’d say you already won tonight.”
Her teeth nipped her bottom lip. “You know what I mean.”
“Let’s see how good you suck. If you’re a rock star, that’ll earn you a hell of a lot.” As I nodded toward her mouth, I chuckled.
“Such an asshole.”
“You love that about me.”
She surrounded my head, taking several inches of my shaft into her mouth.
My eyes closed, and my neck fell back. My mouth opened, and I moaned, “Fuck, yes.”
She used her hand at the same time, circling my base, her tongue rotating as she drew back, giving my tip some extra pressure before she bobbed. But as she lowered, she used her tongue again, dragging it across the sides, using her lips to protect my skin from her teeth.
I fisted her hair. “That’s it.”
For as long as I’d had a hard-on, it wouldn’t take much more for me to fill her mouth, requiring her two swallows just to get it all down.
And if I had my way, that would happen at some point tonight—after a shower and a quick rest. But it wasn’t going to happen now.
“Lily …”
I tightened my grip, urging her to slow down. But doing so only made her go faster. She was trying to earn herself that win, and she was quickly getting herself there.
“You’d better be careful.” I glanced down, catching her eyes.
Although she couldn’t grin, her stare told me she knew just what she was doing.
And she was enjoying it.
This fucking woman.
Before she could get any more pleasure out of this, I popped my dick out of her mouth and picked up the condom that had fallen to the floor. I tore off the corner of the metal foil, and I rolled the latex over me.
“What? You couldn’t take it?”
I looked at her. “What did you just say to me?”
“I asked if you couldn’t take it …” She was really smiling now.
“I could take it.”
“But you were going to come. And you were shocked at just how good I sucked your dick and how fast I was getting you there.” The pride beamed from her fucking face.
I was putting an end to that.
Now.
“Get over here.” I reached under her arms, lifting her against me, and I took her place on the bed, setting her on top of me. “How about you ride me and make us both come?”
“You like this position. You made me do it the last time we were together.” She wiggled her ass until her pussy was hovering above my tip. “Honestly, I’m surprised you give up the control.”
“Ah,” I exhaled as she sank me into her. “It’s not about control. It’s about having access to your entire body and watching you fall apart on top of me.”
“Then, watch, Brady, because it’s about to happen again.”
There was zero inhibition in the way she fucked me.
Nor was there any hesitation, even with how large I was.
She took my cock like she fucking owned it, bouncing over my shaft, tilting her hips upward and back, grinding over the base so the top of me rubbed against her clit.
It was like she’d dreamed about this.
Maybe we both had.
And while she did everything in her power to milk the cum out of me, I focused on her body, surrounding her nipple with my mouth, dragging my teeth over the end. That little bud, the way it hardened and puckered, was so hot.
“Damn it, you feel good,” I groaned.
I knew just how she was feeling.
I could hear it in her moans.
I could feel it in the way she was getting wetter with each dip.
I slid my hands across her hips, holding that deliciously meaty, perfectly curvy part of her body.
“Don’t try to get me to slow down,” she warned. “This is the speed that I want. Don’t you dare tell me what you want.”
Don’t you dare.
She was using my words against me.
And I loved it.
“You’re fucking me like you want to get me off.”
She set her arms on my shoulders, pulling our chests closer together. “What if I do?”
She didn’t pause. If anything, her speed was increasing.
“I’d lift you into the air and pound my orgasm through you.”
Her hands lifted to my face. “No. No, no.” She let out a long, deep moan. “You’re not moving. You’re staying right here. And you’re going to take what I give you.”
“Lily—”
“No argument. You lost that ability when you shifted the power to me.” She nuzzled my lips. “So, take it, Brady, and enjoy it.”
It was like her cunt was a fucking vacuum, her speed on sprint level.
“Oh fuck!” she screamed.
Just the sound I wanted to hear.
I cupped her ass—another one of my favorite parts of her body—and I held on.
That was all I could do.
What I’d been ordered to do.
And as much as I hated that, nothing made me happier in this moment.
Especially as her pussy practically fastened around me, as she began to buck over me, as the wave of wetness told me just what was happening in her body.
I couldn’t hold it off.
Not with how incredible she felt.
Not with a view this stunning.
“Lily!” Within a few pumps, I was filling the condom. “Fuck me!”
“Yes!” she shouted. “Come with me!”
I gripped her harder, driving my fingers into the cheeks of her ass. “Damn it!”
Words were lost in my mind. I couldn’t remember a time when something had felt like this. When an orgasm had projected through my body with an intensity this debilitating.
My muscles turned weak.
My breath became labored.
All I could do was grasp her, clutch her with both hands while she sucked everything out of me. And as she finished, when we both reached the end of our peaks, she lagged her thrusts until she was completely still.
It was then that my arms wrapped around her, making sure she didn’t move.
I didn’t even want her lifting off my shaft.
I was that sensitive.
“Don’t you dare,” I snarled, repeating that famous line as she slightly lifted. “You’re staying right here.”
She locked our eyes. “What’s going on, Mr. Spade? Did I surprise you?” She smiled. “Did I give you exactly what you never knew you wanted?”
I chuckled.
This woman was full of surprises.
“You did all right.”
Her brows rose. “Just all right? Because if you’re telling me I can’t move, then that’s more than all right.”
I wasn’t going to give her a head that was as big as mine.
“I have an idea.”
Her smile grew. “Yeah?”
“Why don’t you stop asking questions and fucking kiss me?”
The second my eyes opened from the deepest sleep, pi?a colada was all I could smell. The scent was on the pillow my head rested on; it was in the air of the hotel room. Fuck, it was even all over me.
But it wasn’t the aroma that made my brain go from zero to a goddamn million.
It was the fact that the sun was coming through the blinds and I was still here.
In her bed.
And I’d spent the night.
Something I’d hardly ever done with another woman.
But after a shower and a second round of sex, where I’d fucked her against the wall and on top of the desk before finally ending on the bed, I’d only intended to lie down and take a quick rest.
I certainly hadn’t planned on staying until morning.
Because I never stuck around this long.
But something had made me so relaxed that I didn’t get up. It hadn’t been the drinks I had at the game or what went down in this room before I climbed under the covers.
What the fuck was it?—
“Good morning.”
Lily’s sleepy, raspy voice pulled me away from my thoughts. A tone that was even sexier than she usually sounded.
She’d been dozing along my side, and with my arm stretched across the top of the bed, she was balled up under my armpit. She only had to glance up for our eyes to lock.
“Morning,” I replied, sitting up a little more to rest my head on the headboard.
She looked past me to the nightstand, where there was an alarm clock. “It’s eight thirty? My God!” She turned away from me and rolled onto her back, pulling the blanket up to her neck. “I haven’t slept in like this in ages.”
“That’s what happens when you run into me on a private jet and answer a late-night knock at your door.”
She giggled. “No kidding.” An exhale followed her laugh. “Funny, the one time I sleep that hard and that soundlessly is with you.”
“What’s funny about that?”
She was quiet for a moment. “Girl things you wouldn’t understand.”
“Try me.”
“Ah, but it’s complicated.”
“You’ve said that to me before.”
“I wish I didn’t have to say it again … but I do.” She tucked her long blonde hair behind her ears. “Complicated should be my middle name, sadly.” She focused on everything but my eyes.
“Why is it complicated?”
“Why …” she whispered. She finally looked at me after taking a break that was far too long. “What do you guys have planned today?”
A subject change.
Noted.
“Brunch,” I responded. “That starts in about an hour.”
She wrapped an arm around the top of the blanket, holding it in place, and reached toward her nightstand, grabbing her cell. She scrolled the screen, presumably looking at her notifications. Even though the comforter covered her chest, I could see the way it was moving, how it was rising much faster than normal. As she set her phone down, her cheeks turned red, her throat bobbed as she swallowed, her posture became incredibly stiff.
“I don’t want to keep you from brunch. You probably have to get going anyway, so you can shower.” She stopped looking at me. Even her profile was standoffish.
What the fuck had just happened?
Was she kicking me out?
“I don’t need an hour. I’m quick.”
“But I do.”
When her eyes finally met mine, they were pleading with me. But why? Was she regretting last night? That I had woken up in her bed? That she’d even taken the job with the Daltons because that now made it much easier for her to run into me?
“I’m meeting up with a friend. At this rate, I’m going to be very late.”
Was she telling me the truth?
Or was she looking for a reason to get me the hell out?
I was questioning every-fucking-thing when it came to this woman.
Because I’d become that guy, the one I no longer recognized.
Why? How?
Shit if I knew.
But what I did know was that Lily’s body language, her tone, the emotion I could see in her profile had all changed since she’d looked at her phone.
And each one was telling me I needed to leave.
“Looks like I’d better get going.”
She nodded, and then she slid out from the covers and hurried into the bathroom. I watched her the entire way, her ass looking so perfect as her hips swung with each step, her back a gorgeous arch, and thighs with just the right amount of muscle.
I was fucking hard again.
She returned seconds later, wrapped in a robe, the Cole and Spade new emblem on the breast pocket. I thought she’d come back to bed, but she picked up my clothes off the floor instead, each piece and layer, and brought them over to me, placing them on the blanket.
I couldn’t help but chuckle. “I got the message. I’m going, Lily.”
She’d acted this way on the plane when she read whatever had come across her screen.
What was it about her phone that felt so off?
“Dude, what the fuck happened to you last night?” Cooper asked as I joined the guys at their table.
There was only one chair available, between Ford and Macon, which had clearly been saved for me. If Dominick hadn’t texted me the name of the restaurant, I probably would have bailed on brunch.
“I was busy.” I set my napkin on my lap and took a long drink from the glass of water in front of me.
I knew my absence from the post-game partying was going to spark a shit ton of questions and accusations—none that I had any patience for.
I wasn’t going to talk about Lily.
What had happened between us.
Where my head was at.
Because, fuck, I had no idea what I was thinking or doing.
“Busy doing who?” Macon asked.
I glanced around the circle, my best buds all staring back at me, grinning like fucking assholes. “Listen, there are plenty of other things we can talk about right now. Like what we’re doing after this.”
“Oh, we know what we’re doing after this,” Jenner said. “That was a conversation we had prior to you arriving. What’s far more interesting is what you were doing before you got here.”
“Give it up,” I groaned, squeezing the wet glass, looking around the restaurant for a server I could track down so I could order a goddamn drink.
“If you just come clean, we’ll stop bothering you,” Ford said.
I glared at Dominick. “Dude, get your brothers under control. Right fucking now.”
My best friend laughed, seeing straight through my bullshit. “You realize what you’re asking, don’t you?” He leaned his elbows on the table. “There isn’t a single motherfucker at this table who’s going to lay off until you come clean. We both know that. The sooner you cave, the easier you’re going to make this process on us.”
Dominick wouldn’t spill. We had that kind of relationship. But that didn’t mean he wouldn’t goad me into telling the rest of them.
“You all suck.” I ran my hand over the top of my hair, strands that were still wet from the shower.
The one where I’d jerked myself off until I came into the stream of water. After seeing Lily’s ass this morning, that was the only thing that would get rid of my raging hard-on.
A guy walked by that was wearing a polo with the restaurant logo, and I waved him over.
“Bring me a scotch,” I told him.
“I’ll let your waitress know,” he replied.
“While you’re at it, tell her to bring me two.” When I looked back at the guys, I ground my teeth. Maybe if I gave them a bite, it would be enough. “I was with a woman. I’m not telling you anything you don’t already know.”
Cooper crossed his arms over his chest. “But to give up a night out with the guys for pussy? That’s not you. You’re the guy who gets pussy after the night is over, not when it’s just beginning.”
“I second that,” Macon added.
“An opportunity presented itself. I acted on it.” I shrugged. “Sue me.”
“We’re all family here, brother,” Jenner said, nodding at each one of them as though he needed their backing. “There’s no reason for you to keep anything from us.”
My neck fell backward as I laughed.
Who the fuck was he kidding? There was every reason to keep my mouth shut. Because the moment I opened it, I’d never hear the end of it.
I was the sibling and friend who had never wanted any of these guys to settle down. The one who had given them endless shit whenever they told me they were dating someone.
They knew I didn’t hit it more than once. So, if I admitted Lily was twice …
Fuck me.
I might as well dig my own grave.
“You want to know the truth?” I leaned back in my chair, crossing my legs and wiping my hands over the top of my shorts. “When I went to the restroom at the game, I met a woman in the hallway. She was sitting in the suite next to ours. We exchanged numbers, and she texted me as soon as the game was over. I had a small window of opportunity.” I took another drink of water, wishing it were scotch, which still hadn’t been delivered. “That’s where I was.”
“And it lasted so long that you couldn’t join us once you were done?” Ford asked. “Because it was after three in the morning when we returned to the hotel, and we were blowing your ass up with texts the whole time. That’s quite a few hours. I’m sure you’re a fucking superhero in the bedroom, but come on, man.”
“Whose side are you on?” I shot back.
“The truth’s side,” he answered.
I shook my head. “I fell asleep. Stop making this into something it’s not.”
“In whose bed?” Macon asked. “Yours or hers?”
“Mine.”
My attention was drawn to Jenner, whose hands were clapping, making a sound that captured all our focus. “That was quite the performance.”
My eyes narrowed. “What do you mean?”
“I sat next to you at the game,” Jenner said. “You didn’t leave the suite once to use the bathroom. But if that’s the story you want to go with, I’ll give an A for creativity. As for truth, you failed. Hard.”
The table turned silent.
And suddenly, out of nowhere, the waitress appeared, setting two glasses of scotch in front of me.
I picked one up and downed every drop.
As soon as I set the tumbler back on the table, Jenner said, “Fellas, I think we have our answer.”