Chapter 25
Chapter Twenty-Five
brADLEY
I can’t help but watch my girl with admiration.
She has no clue about the conversation I had with my dad a few days ago about breaking into my trust fund early should the building go over the one million mark.
I knew I had to act quickly because property in this area, even commercial, is highly sought after.
After seeing Chelsea’s face drop at the idea she may have to leave, I knew what I had to do…
“You know I love her, Dad. We might have only just realized what was right in front of our noses, but I know what I want, and it’s her and Deaton. I don’t want to see them out on the street with no home and no business, Chelsea has worked too hard. This bakery is her life, her home.”
“We wouldn’t let that happen anyway,” Dad says.
“I know you care about Chelsea, and she’s a great girl.
I think she brings out the best in you. I just want you to be sure, this might be the pot calling the kettle black, but jumping in with both feet, especially when she has a child, is a big step, Brad.
It’s a commitment. She’s had a lot of turmoil in her life, she doesn’t need any more.
” Dad is just as protective as I am because he gets it.
“I know, but I’m done thinking about it,” I say.
“Deat is like a son to me, I’ve known him since he was born, and I want to be that presence in his life that he’s never had from his biological father.
I know I’m not his dad, so to speak, but he means the world to me.
” Chelsea visited often when Deat was a baby, until she finally decided to move back home.
I remember holding him for the very first time.
Dad blows out a breath, running a hand through his salt and pepper hair.
He and Ali were arch rivals for many years until their high school reunion last year, when Ali’s ex showed up with the woman he cheated on her with.
Dad stepped in and they pretended to be a couple for the weekend until one thing led to another.
But Dad sure changed things around, from never really wanting to settle down again until Ali came along.
“I know it, son. And I’m happy for you. Just make sure you know exactly what you’re doing.
I think it’s an excellent investment, regardless.
But I’m proud of you for wanting to step up like that and take care of them. ”
“I guess you and Mom raised me right.”
He smiles and reaches over to give me a one-armed pound hug. “Can’t argue with that.”
After celebratory drinks at the local wine bar, where Ali and Lexi joined us along with Lexi’s best friend Megan, plus Mason, Bobby, Morgan and Bea, my girl tugs at my hand.
She’s been wanting to escape for the past half hour.
Sandy just left to head home to Deaton and Terry, and we won’t be too far behind them.
When we’ve said our goodbyes and make our escape, Chelsea bails me up against the car door and reaches up onto her toes to kiss me with a wild abandon I know she’s been saving up.
“Jesus Christ,” I murmur, my dick immediately standing to attention.
“You were so amazing today,” she says, pulling back. “You’re a lot, B, but I can’t thank you enough for what you did. Did I mention you’re super hot when you’re negotiating? Especially in those glasses!”
I laugh and reach back in for another kiss, and it’s just as red hot as the one she just gave me.
“That wasn’t a negotiation. Nobody on this planet was gonna get that bakery except you, even if I had to sell my stocks and my Porsche,” I say honestly.
“How about we make a quick detour to my place on the way, you can show me just how hot you thought it was?” Her mom was picking up pizzas on the way home, so I figure we have a little time up our sleeves before collecting Deaton.
“Sounds like a plan,” she giggles. And she’s all fingers and thumbs once we’re in the car. I have to battle to keep concentrating on the light traffic en route to my place, because her hands are roaming all over my body and my dick is locked and loaded, ready to go.
When she unzips me right around the block, I let out a groan that I’ve been holding in all day.
My cock fights against the small space in my briefs, wanting to be let free into her hand, mouth or any fucking place she wants it.
Her hand slides right over my length, her fingers feeling their way to the base and back up again.
When she unclips her seatbelt, just as I turn onto my street, I feel pre-cum seeping from my tip.
She leans right over as her head dips and she pulls my briefs down my shaft and takes hold of my eager cock.
Soft lips find my head in an instant and I groan. “Fuck. Jesus. Fuck, Chels.”
I turn into my driveway, sparing a glance down at the sight of her head in my lap and her sweet fucking mouth wrapped around me.
Incoherency hits me as I pull into the open garage and somehow put the car into park.
“You’re a fucking minx,” I moan, not being able to resist grabbing a handful of her hair and gently tugging.
She mewls softly as her mouth travels down my length, her tongue swirling on the underside as I rock my hips against her.
She lifts her body momentarily so I can pop my seatbelt off, my hand reaches down to her blouse to cup her breast and pull her nipple.
She moans around my cock, the vibrations stirring me so fucking deep, I’m gonna blow any second.
I battle for control as I watch her head bob up and down on me, but it’s too fucking hard to maintain any kind of poise. That ain’t my style.
“That’s it, Mama. That’s so fucking it.” I rock my hips upwards, hitting the base of her throat as she continues to suck, lick and devour me whole.
My head hits the back of the seat as she leans farther over, my hand sliding down her torso, finding the waistband of her pants — thankfully elastic.
I glide my hand down, feeling the tug deep within me, knowing as soon as I feel her wet heat, I’m going to blow for all I’m worth.
My fingers feel the edge of her panties and slide right in, down her crease and dips to that sweet, wet hole I want to devour next.
“Brad!” she cries around me, taking a second’s pause as I glide my hand back up and brush her clit at the same time I fuck her mouth with my cock.
“Chels, oh fuck, fuck— I’m gonna—” My body stiffens and I release my hand in her hair, giving her time to pull back so I can blow my load on myself, but she keeps her mouth planted over my cock and her fist wrapped around.
Moments later, I pulse deep into her throat, my orgasm rocking me to the core.
I squeeze my eyes shut as I empty myself and she takes all of me, every last drop as the succulent wave of pleasure rides me to the brink and back.
A few seconds pass by in the aftershocks, my hand still in her panties.
Then my eyes flick open, and she slowly drags that sexy and dangerous mouth up my length to the tip, where she takes one last suck like it’s a lollipop and lets go.
“Holy shit,” I breathe as she smiles up at me, wiping the back of her mouth with her hand. “Babe, you’re something else.”
“Oops.” She smiles.
“Oops? I almost couldn’t park the fucking car.”
“I’m sure it drives itself by now.” She waves it off, sliding fully over me now, and I edge a finger inside her as she sits up. “Ohhh,” she moans, already all hot and pent up.
I grin as I glance down at myself in my disheveled state, my dick hanging out of my pants and my girl with swollen lips that’s just taken all of me, and swallowed everything I had, sitting on my thighs. “I fucking love you,” I growl.
She giggles. “Such a romantic. I love you, too. Today was something else. I never expected what happened back there in the auction house.”
“I told you I always have a plan.” My eyes dip to her blouse where she starts to unbutton it and lets it slide down her arms. This is so fucking sexy in my car, and totally unexpected from her. My eyes are glued to her tits in a lacy pink bra, her darkened peaks showing through.
“I’m very impressed, shocked, but impressed. You saved Sweet Confetti.”
I reach up and kiss her hard, our mouths connecting like they were always meant to be together, and I don’t care one bit that I can taste myself on her.
“You’re a sexy little minx,” I murmur, reaching my spare hand around to her bra clasp and unhooking it in a single motion.
Dragging it down her arms, I rub my thumb against her clit as I devour how full and juicy her tits hang.
My hand can’t resist cupping one as I fondle her.
She glances down to watch as I rub my palm over her nipple, her back arching as I lean in to suck a peak into my mouth.
“I wanna make you come so hard, then watch you ride my cock hard, babe.” Yep, just the sight of her topless in front of me like this has me rock hard again.
“Whatever you say, Mister Contingency.”
I stutter a laugh as we look into each other’s eyes. “There’s no contingency when it comes to you, baby, only in business. And I can’t wait to put you over my knee for that one.”
“Maybe later,” she giggles, moving against my finger inside her, my thumb working overtime, my tongue bobbing from each nipple.
A moment later her head rolls back as she lets go, her orgasm like a beautiful, oceanic wave, rocking her closer and closer to me.
I love it every time she gives herself over, making her mine, and I know it’s all I’ll ever need.
Even though I just spilled myself dry, when she impales me it doesn’t take much for me to come again, because this is what she does to me.
Chelsea makes it feel like the first time.
Every time. She’s all mine. And I couldn’t want anything else, together with Deat, I know we’re going to make it last and be one happy family.