12. Chapter Twelve ~ Mia
Chapter Twelve~ Mia
Brayden and I had an awesome conversation the after my mom and I fought. It was refreshing to finally hear him claim some reasonability. I felt like I could try to let my guard down and start to move forward with him. Even if it was only for friendship.
Although I agreed to work on strictly being friends with him, I couldn’t stop thinking about the boner he got while watching me in my bathing suit. He said it was because he hadn’t been near a woman in a while, but I refused to believe that. There were tons of sexy women in Big Bear, and Brayden was a Big Bear himself.
I secretly wondered if he had given another woman the chance to ride him the same way I used to. It was none of my business, but the thought was there. I can honestly admit I got a little jealous thinking about it, because in a way, I secretly saved myself for him.
As we sat at the table talking about everything under the sun, I noticed his bandages seeping. I was no nurse, but I knew a bad thing when I saw one. I wasn’t sure if he would want me to help him in such a way, but I mentioned it anyway.
“Brayden, your bandages,” I pointed. “We should probably get you cleaned up. or do you have to call Olga?”
“Oh shit,” he cursed. “Uh, I guess you could help. If you don’t mind. It'll take Olga some time to get all the way here and it’s late. I wouldn’t want her to drive all this way at night.”
Great minds thought alike. It was pretty late, and Olga was an older woman who probably couldn’t see well at night. I figured she was probably on call anyway, but I didn’t mind helping him out.
“Alright, should I wheel you to your room and get you in the tub?”
“Yeah,” he groaned. “I should probably have a bath anyway. I feel like I stink.”
He smelled of man funk and cologne. It wasn’t a nasty smell, rather a smell I missed having around at night. I even kept one of his old T-shirts until the smell was completely gone. I think that’s when I decided I was done with him. However, smelling his scent again made me realize that maybe I wasn’t.
“You don’t stink,” I said as I wheeled him into his bathroom. “You smell like a man.”
Brayden pointed out all the supplies Olga used on his legs while he filled up the bathtub for himself. While I collected the supplies he needed, I didn’t realize he was getting undressed behind me. I thought he would wait until I was gone to get himself into the bath, but he had no shame in his body, and no shame in his game.
“Wow! Um, I'll come back when you're finished.”
I was startled when I saw a naked frame sitting in the wheelchair. Although Brayden was the sexiest man alive in my eyes, I shielded them from his nakedness. It had been years since we saw each other’s bodies in raw form. It was awkward.
“Uh, I kind of need your assistance with cleaning my legs and getting into the tub,” he said. “It’ll be easier to just get it all done at once. I don’t feel like being in pain tonight.”
He sounded so miserable it made me want to hug him. I couldn’t imagine what it felt like to be burned to such a degree, but I got an idea when it was time to unwrap his bandages.
“Ah!” he groaned loudly. “Gentle! Gentle.”
“I’m sorry,” I winced as if the pain were mine. “This shit is really stuck on here, my God.”
Brayden continued to shout and groan in pain until the last of the bandages were free from his legs and I was able to help him into the soothing warm saline water. It was a trick that Olga taught him, just in case he needed a bath before she came back.
“Damn, you really did a number on yourself,” I said. “Those are some real nasty burns. You need to drop that ego before something worse happens to you, Brayden. Seriously.”
I took a seat in his wheelchair at the side of the tub, and he rested his head against the back of the tub with his eyes closed. While I had the chance, I rested my eyes on the jewel between his legs. It wasn’t erect that time, but it was just as tempting.
“I’m working on that.”
His voice quickly shifted my gaze before he caught me lusting over what used to be mine.
“Good,” I said. “I’d hate for something worse than this to happen to you. We might not get along, but I still care about your wellbeing.”
“Oh yeah?” he smiled flirtatiously. “I thought I was on the shit-list for good.”
“I thought you were too. I have a dangerous soft spot for the people I care about.”
I got up from the wheelchair to retrieve a washcloth for him, and to get myself together before he saw that I was turned on by seeing him naked. We were always comfortable around each other that way. But after being separated for so many years, things were different. For me, anyway.
“I need to hurry up and heal. I don’t want to lose my physique by sitting on my ass for three months.”
“Oh hush,” I rolled my eyes. “You’re fit enough to ride out two seasons. Don't push yourself too hard.”
I leaned over the tub to prepare to wash his legs and got a different view of his penis in the water. It was large and thick. Neatly shaved and seemingly screaming for me to grab it. As I gently lifted his leg from the water, it flopped around, making me tug at my bottom lip with my teeth.
I got a glimpse of Brayden while I fought hard to keep my eyes away from his manhood. He seemed to be enjoying my struggle. The first indication was the lack of groaning and grunting he did while I washed away his peeling skin.
“This is really gross, Brayden,” I cringed. “You’re lucky I care about you.”
“You’re doing a great job,” he laughed. “It is pretty gross though.”
When I was done with his legs, I helped him lift himself from the tub and hobble over to the bed. He had a towel wrapped around his waist, but that did nothing to hide the bulge underneath it. It bounced and flopped and urged me to taste it; that was one of the hardest fights of my life.
“Now for the hard part,” he sighed. “Rubbing the cream over the burns is a pain in the ass.”
“I heard,” I said. “I’ll try to be quick.”
Before I had a chance to kneel in front of him, Brayden grabbed me by the waist and pulled me close. I felt like he’d been reading my mind because how else did he know I was turned on by him?
“Mia,” he whispered, as he rubbed his face into my belly.
My knees grew weak for him. I couldn't contain myself any longer. The minute he whispered my name the way he did, my guards opened the gates to my vagina, and I was ready for him to come inside.
I kissed him savagely. It had been a while since I felt the sensation of a man's lips and touch. So long, I was like a cat in heat. I wanted his hands everywhere; all over my body. There wasn’t a single thought running through my mind as he helped me remove my clothes. It was all lust and sexual frustration.
Brayden may have been injured, but he was still strong. He lifted me onto his lap with such ease, I nearly forgot that I was a full grown woman. It was even more of a turn on to be handled like a lightweight. Especially by a man as sexy as Brayden.
There were little words exchanged between us. There weren’t many words that needed to be said. We knew what we wanted, and stopping was the furthest thing from either of our minds.
His shaft hardened against me as we kissed and groped each other. His strong hands on my breasts felt like magic. I missed the way he held and squeezed them, making me arch my back and gaze into his eyes. When the sensation was too much to bear any longer, he lifted me up again and placed me down on his erection.
“Oh, yes.”
I moaned and wrapped my arms around his neck to hold onto the pleasure I felt. Slowly, I began grinding my hips on him. I was older and more experienced in the love department, so I knew how to make him moan and grow harder inside of me.
The more I grinded my hips, the heavier Brayden’s breathing got. His hands shifted from my waist to my ass and squeezed firmly, sending a wave of emotions bursting through me.
“Oh, fuck,” he moaned and buried his face in my breasts. “I missed this.”
“Me too,” I agreed.
We were limited in movement because of Brayden’s injuries, but he felt just as good as he always had. I rode him at the edge of the bed until I climaxed and climaxed again. When he neared his pique, he wrapped his arms around me and held me at a steady rhythm. It was like a magical dance meant to send me into another dimension.
“Ahh yeah,” I moaned and hugged him tighter too.
My head lulled back, and I got so lost in the zone that I didn’t realize Brayden was releasing inside of me. I don’t think he realized it either. Neither of us cared at that moment, but when we were through, there was an awkward silence that worried me.
“Are you okay?” he asked, after what felt like minutes.
“Yeah,” I said, reluctant to remove myself from his lap.
I finally got off of him and went to his bathroom and grabbed his robe. I still had to help him get dressed and into bed for the night. The room was silent, in a good and strange way. Never in a million years did I think Brayden and I would have sex again so automatically.
“You got everything you need for the night?” I asked after getting him in bed.
“Yeah, I think so,” he said. “You know you don’t have to leave, right? You can sleep in here. If you want.”
“I don’t think so, buddy,” I chuckled. “I know how you are. And you snore. I don’t want to hear that tonight. I want a peaceful sleep so that I can think about what the hell just happened here.”
I wasn’t angry or rude with him. My tone was playful and curious. I was sure he had questions of his own but knowing Brayden, he didn’t care about the consequences as long as he was with me.
“Right,” he said. “I should think about this too then, huh?”
“Yes. Yes, you should,” I said. “That was pretty intense.”
By intense, I was referring to him finishing inside of me. We got too carried away. The sex was something I'd wanted for a long time, but the aftermath of the sex wasn’t something I wanted at all.
I was a nervous wreck when I went to bed that night. I kept thinking about getting pregnant and what I would do with a baby. I didn’t want children, nor did I want to tell Brayden that I was worried I might get pregnant. The last thing I wanted to do was get his hopes up about us having a future when I wasn’t sure what I wanted with him.