Brady

by Kensie King

It lost myself in work for the second half of the day. The sun stayed out for a few more hours, so I was able to get some outdoor projects done. I worked with Fox a little, too, to get his ideas for updating the restaurant. But when he started asking questions about Noah, I decided to call it quits for the day.

  I wasn’t sure what to do about Noah. I definitely didn’t want to talk about him with Fox. Not now. Not when I had no clue what was going on.

  One minute he was kissing me and the next…I had no clue. I could tell he was into me. And he’d said so himself. But there was something holding him back.

  I showered in my tiny cabin and walked to the kitchen, trying to figure out what to make for dinner. I’d hoped I’d be eating with Noah. That maybe he would have joined me for a drive down to town so we could grab a bite and then maybe come back to my cabin with me. And stay the night.

  I grunted. Yeah, right. I could barely get the guy to open up and whenever he did, it seemed like it was just to tell me how unreal all this felt or how it didn’t make sense that I wanted to be with him.

  But those were my feelings and I wished he could see that.

  I glanced to the door. I could try again. I should try again. Noah was the first person who’d interested me in what felt like forever. Didn’t it make sense to pursue this? That’s what Fox would tell me to do.

  Life was too short not to try to be happy and be with someone who made you happy in return.

  I ran my hand through my hair and then shrugged. Who cared if it was wet? I snagged my shoes from by the couch and put them on. Then I yanked open the door and stepped back in surprise.

  Noah stood there, looking lost. Like he wasn’t sure he’d found the right place.

  “Hey,” he said quietly.

  “Noah. I was just going to come find you.”

  “You were?”

  He took off his glasses, which were coated in mist. I reached out and pulled him inside.

  He gave a short laugh. “Sorry. I knew this was your place but then I was second guessing myself.” He set the glasses aside. “I guess you can tell by now that I do that a lot.”

  “Is that a writer thing or a Noah thing?”

  “Both, I guess. I’m an expert over-thinker.” Noah glanced around, as if realizing for the first time he was in my house.

  “I’m sorry,” I said, stepping back. “You’re wet. You can take off your jacket and…well, I can’t give you much of a tour. This is pretty much everything. Bedroom and bathroom back there and we’re in the living room. Small kitchen.”

  He smiled, and it nearly killed me when he met my eyes at the same time. Truly engaging with me. “It suits you.”

  “I don’t need much.”

  “Bet it’ll be nice when you get your house built, though,” he said, dropping his gaze.

  “For sure. Noah?” I asked, stepping up to him.

  He lifted his chin again. “I’m sorry.”

  “What for?”

  “For earlier. For…” He ran a hand through his hair and droplets of water fell to the floor. “Making it seem like I wasn’t interested or—or that I didn’t want to be there. I’m not good at this.”

  “At what?” I asked softly.

  “This…whatever this is. Spending time with other people—other men specifically. Living in the real world,” he murmured.

  “The real world?” I asked, amused.

  He shrugged and dropped his gaze again. I wondered how much he could see anyway since he didn’t have his glasses on. Without them he seemed more vulnerable.

  “I spend a lot of time making up lives for my characters and giving them happily ever afters and, well, the real world isn’t like that. It hurts,” he said quietly.

  “Oh, Noah.” I couldn’t help it. I reached out and pulled him into my arms, holding him against my chest. “I’m sorry.”

  He choked on a laugh that sounded almost painful. “Why? It’s just the way it is. Everyone has to deal with shit they don’t want to deal with. You’ve told me some of yours.”

  “I know, but that’s not all life is about.” It was starting to make sense, though. Noah felt safe in his story worlds. He could control them. He could make people happy.

  In the real world, there were no assurances and it wasn’t always happy.

  “Noah…” I whispered. He looked up and I saw enough hope in his eyes that it gave me hope. “Why did you come here?”

  “Life is short,” he said with a half-smile. “I can’t spend every moment in one of my stories.”

  Damn, he was cute. And so different from me—in such a good and amazing way. It made me want to know so much more about him. It made me want to shut out the world for the next few days and insist he stay in here with me. Even if he was simply writing or brainstorming. I wanted to see that side of Noah.

  “Will you help me?” Noah asked.

  Fuck, his words were like a direct line to my cock. I wanted to help him more than he knew.

  “Of course,” I said.

  I was about to suggest dinner but Noah’s eyes dropped to my lips. He leaned in and his scent swirled around me. The freshness of the rainforest mixed with something softer, more subtle. And something that aroused me completely.

  I groaned when his mouth touched mine—just that simple touch. When his tongue came out, my cock shot to attention. My composure broke instantly. I gripped Noah, hauling him against me.

  He clung to the material of my T-shirt, his mouth not leaving mine for a moment.

  This was a side of Noah I wished I could see more of. He was going for what he wanted—and clearly, what he wanted was me.

  “Is this okay?” Noah asked, easing back slightly to meet my eyes.

  “This?” I asked, my body raging with longing. “You, here in my house?”

  “Here in your house, touching you until you can’t even think,” he said, breath warm on my lips. “Yes. And more.”

  “Fuck, Noah. You do have a way with words. Of course this is okay. You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this.”

  He blinked, eyes locking on mine. “What?”

  Shit. Had I said the wrong thing? “It’s just…you’ve been coming to the resort for a long time and I…I always noticed you and wanted to say more. Do more.”

  To my surprise, his lips curved. “Really?”

  “Yes, really. Now kiss me, dammit.”

  With a laugh, he pressed his mouth to mine again, going slower this time. His lips were soft, but his tongue was demanding.

  His hands moved under my T-shirt, running along my abs. They were cold from his walk to my place outside and I hissed in a breath.

  “I think I need to warm you up,” I murmured against Noah’s lips.

  He laughed. “Please.”

  I had so many images of him in my mind. Him naked on my bed, cock rising up proudly for me to put my mouth on. Him straddling me on the couch, taking me in deep, him naked in the shower, dropping to his knees and sucking me off in the steam.

  Fuck, I wanted them all. But right now, I couldn’t think straight. Not with his hands and his mouth on me. All I could think was that I needed him now before I completely lost it.

  I backed up to the bedroom, keeping my mouth fused to his and my hands on his body. He followed along, his cold fingers on my hot skin.

  “It’s been a little while for me,” I told him in all honesty.

  His voice sounded amused. “Probably not as long as it’s been for me.”

  “Really?” I asked, pushing off his jacket and letting it fall to the floor outside the bedroom. “How is that possible?”

  “I’m a hermit,” he said simple. “I thought that was pretty obvious.”

  I still couldn’t picture it. I guessed I had this glamorous idea of him going to writing retreats and book signings with guys falling all over him. It turned me on even more that I was the first one he’d been with in however long it had been.

  “Well,” I said, toeing off my shoes and still trying to keep a good grip on him, “I
should have done this sooner.”

  “Me too.”

  I yanked off his shirt and tossed that aside as well, then made myself take a step back. Noah reached for me but I caught his hands and shook my head.

  “Hold on,” I said quietly, trying to control my racing heart.

  “Why?”

  I smiled tenderly at him. “Because I was telling the truth. I’ve been wanting to do this a long time. I want to savor it.”

  I swore he shivered at those words. “Brady,” he murmured.

  “Noah,” I answered with a grin. “I’ve wanted you for a while now and I’m not going to rush. I want to take my time with you.”

  His cheeks burned red but he didn’t look away this time. He only nodded.

  Then I stepped up to him and unbuttoned his pants.

  Chapter 11

  I understood why Brady wanted to savor the moment. He wasn’t the only one who’d pictured this, been waiting for this, for a long time.

  Hell, I’d even written scenes in my novels about this with Brady as the hero. I’d pictured him falling in love so many times, and all of those times I wished it was me he was falling for.

  I could say it was too good to be true, but I was right here. It was definitely good, but it was definitely real, too.

  Brady nudged me to the bed and then pulled off my shoes and jeans before leaning in and kissing me again. His breath was warm on my cheek as he kissed his way down my jaw and to my chest.

  I was lost in sensation, partly turned on that I was nearly naked and he was fully dressed, and partly impatient because I wanted to see Brady. All of him.

  I’d imagined it so many times, and I knew it was probably going to be even better in real life.

  I reached for Brady’s shirt, yanking on the hem. He helped me by pulling it over his head and tossing it aside.

  The man was a god, all muscles and curves, strength and gentleness at the same time. I moved my hands up his chest as his fingers flexed in the back of my hair.

  He tilted my head back to plunder my mouth with his tongue. “Noah,” he murmured, the word almost reverent on his lips.

  My brain was going wild as I tried to take in everything he was doing. I reached for the button on his jeans, unable to wait anymore. I’d come looking for him, hoping the evening would turn out like this, and it had. I’d taken a chance and now, I wasn’t about to stop.

  I slid down his jeans along with his boxers and then eased back so I could see his cock rising up, thick and veiny. And I wanted him inside of me so badly, I was about to come.

  I ran my hand along his shaft, slowly and gently, and had the pleasure of seeing him exhale and shut his eyes, his face a mask of pure bliss.

  Then I crouched down closed my lips around the head of his cock, needing to taste him. His eyes flashed open and locked on me. I wasn’t sure what that expression was. Surprise? Amazement?

  Either way, I could tell he was enjoying himself. It felt good having the power to make him feel so much pleasure.

  “Noah,” he said, voice hoarse. “Fuck, that feels good.”

  I bobbed my head, taking his dick far back to my throat and sliding it back out. He moaned and shut his eyes again, giving into sensation.

  Damn, this was better than my books, better than any love scene I’d ever written because I was here and this was real.

  I continued to suck Brady’s cock, drawing my lips in a tight “O” at the end. He groaned again.

  “Noah,” he said once more. “I need to be inside of you.”

  My dick jerked at the words. Brady leaned down to kiss me and then nudged me back on the bed so he could climb over the top of me. His cock dragged along my leg and then brushed mine, practically making me whimper.

  It was pulsing hard to the beat of my heart, longing for release. A release I knew was soon to come.

  Brady pulled off my underwear so I was completely naked before him and then did that thing that made me hot and flushed—the thing where he just stepped back and looked at me. His eyes traced every curve, lingering on my cock like he finally found what he’d been looking for after an eternity searching.

  “Turn over,” he murmured.

  My heart nearly shot out of my chest. I did as he asked, turning as he pulled a condom from the dresser by the bed. I heard the rip of foil and glanced over my shoulder to see him rolling it on his impressive length.

  Fuck, he was putting that thing inside of me. It was going to feel so good—especially after so long.

  “On your knees,” Brady said, climbing onto the bed with me.

  I obeyed even as I felt pre-cum slid from the head of my cock. I needed his hands on me soon. I was barely holding on.

  A moment later, I felt Brady behind me. His body curved over mine so he could kiss my neck. I could feel the swell of his cock pressing between my ass cheeks.

  “You are even more amazing than I imagined,” Brady whispered against my ear.

  He showered kisses down my spine, making me shiver. My knees practically gave out when he cupped my ass cheeks, spreading them as much as he could.

  When I felt his tongue slide along my seam, I moaned. “Fuck, Brady…”

  “That’s right. Just let me take care of you.”

  I groaned when his tongue pressed against my anus, the tip pushing into the tight hole. He massaged my ass cheeks and tongued me again, sliding in even deeper this time. His beard tickled my sensitive skin and drove me crazy.

  I was panting, my cock throbbing hard enough to practically shake my entire body.

  When he pushed his tongue inside of me once more, he reached up to fondle my balls. Just a gentle brush and soft squeeze.

  It brought me so close to the edge, I gasped. Then I lowered myself to my elbows so my arms wouldn’t give out.

  “Is this what you came here for?” Brady asked, his breath hot on my ass.

  “Yes. I came for you.”

  He wedged a finger inside of me, stretching me, preparing me for his huge cock. I swore my eyes rolled into the back of my head. It felt so good, so right. Brady was a master with his hands, and probably a master with everything else, too.

  He added another finger, moving them around, spreading me wider.

  “That feels so good,” I groaned.

  “Good,” Brady whispered.

  He shifted and I felt him grip my hips before the head of his cock touched my hole. His hands were gentle, thumbs rubbing slow circles on my skin as he started to push inside of me.

  He grunted, taking his time as he entered me inch by inch. “Fuck, Noah. You’re so tight. That feels so good.”

  I couldn’t speak, not anymore. Not when he was balls deep inside of me, filling me the fullest I’d ever been. He released a breath when he was sheathed to the hilt, pausing like he might blow his load before he was ready.

  At this point I almost didn’t care. I was so alive with sensation, I wasn’t sure how much more I could take.

  Then he began to move his hips. He went slow at first, adjusting his rhythm until we were in sync. I pushed my hips back, loving how deep he felt inside of me.

  His tempo built, fingers gripping my hips, until he was grunting behind me, chasing the same release I was on the brink of. When he reached around to grip my cock, I quivered with pleasure.

  A moment later, I lost it. My cock jerked and emptied into his hand, which still ran back and forth along my shaft as he pounded me from behind.

  With another grunt, he came. I could feel the heat inside of me, feel his body shudder against mine, his arms wrap around me as we both trembled in ecstasy.

  With my breath still coming in sharp pants, I rested my forehead on my arms. My body was still so sensitive. Just the brush of his fingers almost sent me over the edge again.

  “Fuck, Noah,” Brady murmured against my back. “You felt so good. That was better than I imagined.”

  “Me too.”

  It was all I could manage for a moment. I was already reliving the feel of his cock jerki
ng inside of me, the feel of him coming against my ass and completely losing control.

  This was definitely going in a story.

  “Lay down,” Brady suggested, running his hand on my back.

  He eased out of me and vanished from the room for a minute. I heard the sound of running water before he returned with a washcloth. He’d removed the condom but he was still partially erect.

  God, I wasn’t sure if I could handle it again. Not so quick. But he only leaned down to wipe my stomach and my cock, making it more comfortable to relax.

  Then he climbed back into bed with me, turning on his side to see my face.

  “You okay?” he asked as I stared at the ceiling.

  “More than okay.”

  He smiled and set his hand on my stomach. I wouldn’t have guessed it but Brady was an affectionate person. He liked to touch, to be close, and it made me like him even more.

  When doubt started to creep in, I shoved it away. There was no way in hell I was going to ruin this moment with stupid thoughts about the future.

  “What’s that face for?” Brady asked, smoothing his fingers along my brow. “Are you overthinking things again?”

  I looked over and gave a sheepish grin. “I’m trying not to.”

  “This,” he said, leaning in to kiss me, “was a good thing. We both wanted this, and I don’t know about you, but it feels right to me.”

  “It feels right to me, too,” I said honestly.

  He blew out a breath, looking relieved. “Good. I…” He shook his head and sat up. “Never mind.”

  “What?” I asked.

  He grinned. “I’m hungry.”

  That hadn’t been what he was going to say, but I left it alone for now. Again, I didn’t want to ruin the moment. This night, even if it was just one night, was going to stay perfect in my mind forever.

  And then I was going to write it down so I could relive it over and over again.

  “I don’t feel like cooking,” Brady said, swinging his legs off the side of the bed. “How about I go down the restaurant and get Fox to make us some burgers and fries?”

  I smiled. “That sounds good.”

  “Good.” He stood up and put on his pants. Then he turned back. “Will you stay? Tonight?”