“Brady...” I stammered.
His midsection contracted the way it used to when I used to touch him in sensitive places. His voice grated through his gritted teeth. “Say it again. Say my name again.”
He couldn’t mean it. He couldn’t think we were going to do it...right here in my uncle’s office.
He took one last step, and his hard chest came up against my cleavage—the cleavage I worked so hard to prepare for him. He smashed me back against the wall and crushed me under his weight. He pressed the air out of my lungs. I would have cried out if I could get my breath at all.
Before I could respond, his lips closed over my mouth. His hot skin touched off a chain reaction. The squirrely melty sensation of him cascaded down my body to in between my legs. My insides went all wet and squishy at the touch of those lips on mine.
Oh, God, I felt myself falling into his dominating presence. I couldn’t stop it. I couldn’t resist it, but I didn’t want to. I needed this. All these long, lonely years, I wanted him, and he wasn’t there. Now he was here, and I couldn’t walk away. I couldn’t live without this another day.
He sensed my reserve collapsing. His big arms wound around my ribs and lifted me off the floor, so my feet dangled in the air. He hugged my waist against him so hard I couldn’t stand it, but I screamed inside myself, Yes! God, yes! I waited so long for this moment; I wouldn’t let it slip away. If he wanted me again, I would accept it.
Already his hard cock poked my sensitive tissues through my dress. He was just as hard and dangerous as he ever was. His muscles strained under his jacket. He smoldered and burned with raging power and passion.
His mouth tore my lips apart, and his hot tongue flashed inside. He awoke all my latent desires with that wicked tongue. I couldn’t stop my legs from moving around his waist. He noticed, and his strong hand slid down my back to cradle my ass and hold me up.
The more he kissed me, the more I fell into his hands. His fingers were squeezing me, and breaking apart the hard shell holding me captive. He released me from my prison to explode to life in his hands.
The kissing got stronger, more manic and demanding. I had to have him. I had to kiss him if it was the last thing I did. If he walked out that door and I never saw him again, at least we would have this moment.
He tried to grab my ass, but that dress, that dress I was so proud of, got in the way. I cursed that dress, but before I could kick it out of the way, he yanked it up behind me. He scooted it over my ass, so his hand closed around my bare flesh.
The last of my reserve evaporated. Nothing could hold us apart. I ripped his jacket off to get to that muscle-ripped body underneath. I had to feel his skin. I had to rub myself all over him. I had to feel his pounding might, just one more time.
He let go of my ass to tear my neckline down. My tits tumbled out in his face, and he attacked them in rabid lust. I started to fall, and he grappled me against him again while his teeth and lips went to work on my nipples.
God, I never felt anything like that since the day he vanished out of my life. Other guys could come and go, but he held a special place in my life. No one could touch me like him. His teeth nibbling my nipples drove me to distraction. I shoved my chest in his face to get as much of him as I could before I lost him again.
Once he got my dress up, my legs wouldn’t keep still. My legs tightened around him. He lifted me into position to sit me on that throbbing hard cock in his pants. I locked my ankles behind his back, but he never let me fall. I was never in any danger of falling as long as he held me in his arms.
He leaned forward and pinned my back against the wall. He held me in place with his chest to give his hands free-range. He groped down my ass to the wet slit between my legs. Man, he turned me on so much, but I couldn’t reach him with his big shoulders in the way. I could only squeeze his neck and scratch my fingernails down the back of his crisp white shirt.
He did all the work for me. He burrowed farther down and freed that pulsing tool of his from his fly. He got himself out, and my burning tissues closed around him. He never hesitated. I would have gone out of my mind if he did.
He dragged it along the dripping core where my legs met, and my juices coated it with a lubricating sheen. He angled his hips just an inch, and it stuck into the opening so hungry for it. I held my breath in aching anticipation. Would he? Could he?
Oh, yes! Yes, he was in there. He pushed it in so slowly. Oh, yes! Oh, yes! I couldn’t stand it. That felt so good.
He ripped his mouth away from mine to gasp for every breath. My smoking flesh closed around his shaft in a tight, hard fist so he could barely stroke it in and out. Every slithering movement sent wave upon wave of rippling pleasure sweeping through me.
He plastered his lips against my ear, and his raspy voice worked me into a fevered torment. “Oh, yeah, baby. Oh, fuck, yeah.”
He gravelly voice sounded so good. His cock felt so damn hot working into me. I knew it would be like this. I knew I would rise into clouds of glory on that blistering hard cock.
I panted for air against his temple. Oh, please. Oh, please. I didn’t have to pray for it, though. He always took me to the outer limits with his masterful stroking thrusts. He plowed in deep to my very limit. He milked my juices along his distended veins.
Oh, please. Oh, please. I needed it so bad. He knew how bad I needed it, and he set out to give it to me. He gave me every inch of his wicked cock. So good. So, fucking good. I couldn’t take it anymore. He filled me so full I could explode apart. He lifted me higher with every penetrating intrusion until I screamed once against his hair.
Like lightning, he covered my mouth with his lips. He sucked the screaming intoxication from my lungs so I wouldn’t raise the whole house with my shrieks. Once he got my mouth covered, he pounded in harder than ever. He shattered my clit with his thumping bones. He slammed in against my cervix with his twisting hot head. He excited all the delirious spots along my channel. I climaxed again and again and couldn’t stop climaxing.
Oh, God, that was so good! It was better than anything I ever dreamed of, and here he was, still driving his cock to give me more. Oh, yes, give me more! Give me everything you’ve got, and I’ll take it.
7
Brady
I set her feet on the floor, and she almost fell over. Her knees buckled. I caught her in my arms and supported her. She swayed and sighed against my chest, all floppy and vulnerable and sweet the way I remember. Her fruity aroma still clung to my clothes and hands. I would dream about her again tonight, only now I could dream about the real thing.
I held her close until she raised her head and shook her golden hair out of her face. Her eyes still hovered at half-mast from the screaming orgasms she just had. Her skin glowed brighter than ever. I couldn’t get enough of a woman like her.
I slipped my cock back into my pants and zipped up while she straightened her dress. She gathered her tits back into her bra and pushed her cleavage into place. She caught me gawking at her. She locked her drunken eyes on me and gave me a twisted grin.
“Is that what you wanted to talk to me about?”
I had to laugh. I shook my head and kissed her. “Come back to my place. Spend the night with me. You know you won’t regret it.”
“Regret it?” She cocked an eyebrow and spread her dress down over her hips and thighs. “I already do.”
“You do? What for? Didn’t you like it?”
“Oh, I liked it. I liked it a lot. That’s why I regret it.”
I started to ask why, but she moved toward the door. “I better go.”
“You didn’t answer me. What do you say to coming back to my place?”
“I’m not coming back to your place. No way.”
“Why do you say it like that? You had a good time here. You could have a great time there.”
She rounded on me. “Is that all you ever think about—having a great time?”
“No. All I ever think about is you. I told you that, and it’s true.
If you don’t come back to my place and spend the night with me, I’ll be thinking about you the whole time until you do. I’ll never leave you alone. Is that what you want?”
She snorted. “You’ll never leave me alone either way.”
I put my arms around her. “You’re right. I can’t get enough of you.”
She pried herself loose. “You were fine without me for the past seven years. I think you can go back to that with no trouble.”
I froze. “Why do you keep saying things like that? What’s bothering you?”
“Nothing’s bothering me.” She picked up her coat. “Everything’s just fine.”
‘Everything’s just fine’ my fucking ass. Everything’s just fine as long as I don’t look at her or come near her, and now that we just did it in the coat closet, she was getting weird again. I couldn’t figure it out for the life of me.
She popped the door lock to walk outside, but I held her back. “At least wait until I check the coast is clear. We don’t want anybody spotting us, especially not Charlie.”
I went out first. When I saw the hall empty, I signaled her to come out after me. I would have put my arm around her and kissed her again right there, but I stopped when I saw Charlie coming the other way. “There you two are. Come on down to the living room. I need your help with this wedding.”
“Don’t you have the whole thing planned out?” I asked.
He shook his head. “We have a taste test with the caterer tomorrow at the venue. Mandy has to go to the dress shop, and we need some more opinions at this tasting. I have my tux fitting in the morning. Could you two go together?”
She started to say something, but I jumped in first. “Sure. We’ll go. I’ll give Victoria a ride in my car.”
She glared at me. “I can’t go. I have to go to the dress shop with Mandy.”
“I already cleared it with Mandy,” Charlie replied. “She’s already got the other five bridesmaids going with her. Besides, this is just a fitting. You were already there when she picked out the dress.”
“But…” Victoria started, but Charlie interrupted her.
“Guys we really need people we trust at this tasting,” Charlie said. He looked straight at me. “Don’t make me pull the groomsmen card on you.”
I laughed, but she pursed her lips. “I’ll do it for you,” I said.
“Great.” Charlie pinched her arm and hurried away.
Victoria bared her teeth at me. “You didn’t have to do that.”
“I didn’t have to offer to help your brother? Now you’re not making any sense.”
“You didn’t have to offer to take me in your car.”
“What was I going to do—take you on the handlebars of my bike?”
She took a step toward me and hissed through her teeth. “Don’t start making your stupid little jokes. You knew I wanted to go with Mandy, and I just said I didn’t want to see you again.”
“You never said anything of the kind,” I shot back. “You said you didn’t want to spend the night with me at my place. If you really don’t want to see me again, you’ve got a strange way of showing it by fucking me in the closet back there. If you didn’t want to see me, all you had to do was say so.”
“You knew I planned to go with Mandy tomorrow,” she spat. “Now you’ve ruined everything.”
I stood my ground. “Oh, silly me. I thought I was helping your brother with something he needed to be done for the wedding.”
“Will you knock that off?” she growled. “Stop being so all-fired helpful, and stop acting like you’re not doing this to get close to me because I know you are. You’re trying to get this thing started up again when I don’t want it to. There. I said it. Are you happy now?”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “What is wrong with you, Victoria? Did I just imagine that we had the best sex of our lives in that room? Can you really blame me for trying to get this thing started up again? Why are you getting so nasty toward me all of a sudden?”
She ran her hands through her hair. “Forget it. We’re not starting up again, and we’re not doing it again, and I’m not going to the tasting with you tomorrow. So, get that through your head.”
She spun away and marched off down the hall. I didn’t try to follow her. My head still buzzed from exploding all over her in that closet. I couldn’t stop watching her ass jump right and left when she walked away. She was, without doubt, the sexiest, most mind-blowing woman I ever met. I could just imagine sliding my hand up that dress and feeling the wetness in between her swollen lips. Mmm. Yes. I would lick her clean and make her cry out all over again.
No matter what she said, I would never stop trying to get her in the sack again. I would do anything to have her again. I didn’t believe her, either. She wanted to do it again. For some reason, she didn’t want to want it, but when the chips came down, she would want to. She would give herself to me again. She would wrap herself around me and scream in my ear. She would pull my hair and bounce on my lap.
Her eyes hovered before my mind. That erotic shine burned into my soul right before she collapsed into my embrace. Her fingernails raked up my back, and she sucked her breath between her teeth when I touched her.
Christ, she was so smoking hot! My cock still twitched from the sensation of her muscles throbbing and pulsing down my shaft when she orgasmed all over me. Sweet Jesus, that woman could make me blow right now, just thinking about her.
Charlie came back, and I snapped out of my daydream. I couldn’t let him know I just did his sister in the closet. He wanted my expert consultation on some other emergency detail of the wedding plans—like I ever got married before.
I let him lead me back to the living room, and I never left it again. I didn’t go hunting Victoria. I already had her, and I would have her again in good time. I never knew if she was still in the house.
I gave Charlie my undivided attention. I made jokes to entertain the other groomsmen, and I used all my business acumen to help him solve whatever logistical hiccups came up for the rest of the night. I made myself the best best friend a guy ever had. That was the least I owed him.
8
Victoria
My eyes widened when the gleaming silver Porsche pulled up in front of my house with the top down, but I did my best to hide my surprise. I slid into the microscopic passenger seat and tugged my skirt down as far as it would go.
I gave myself a mental jab for choosing a miniskirt for this trip. I should have known Brady would show up in a flashy little roadster like this and I’d be sitting next to him bare-legged all the way to the wedding venue.
I happened to glance over to catch him staring at my legs. The color flashed over his cheeks. I tried to cover my legs with my hands, but of course, it did no good. His eyes crept up my thigh to my skirt hem, and just a little higher. I didn’t have to guess what he was thinking about.
I smacked my lips and turned away. “Just drive, okay? Let’s not make this anymore unpleasant than it has to be.”
“This? Unpleasant?” He threw the car into first gear. “Sitting next to you dressed like that could never be unpleasant, no matter what you say.”
He roared onto the street and hit the highway. I crossed my arms over my chest and refused to look at him. Why did he have to go and volunteer for this tasting? I couldn’t believe I let myself fall for him again. Well, I wouldn’t let it happen again. I would get through this weekend without letting him anywhere near my skirt, and I never had to see him again as long as I lived.
I couldn’t help admitting the truth, though. He offered to help Charlie. I couldn’t exactly argue with that. I could think of worse ways to spend a Saturday afternoon than driving down the freeway in this car, too. Where did he get the money to afford it?
I really didn’t know anything about his life, but if this was the kind of car he drove, he must be doing pretty well for himself. I couldn’t stop myself glancing over at him. He didn’t notice. He kept both hands clenched around the steering wheel,
and the wind tossed his hair into his eyes. He squinted into the sun while he dodged in and out of traffic.
The car hugged the blacktop. Car and driver fused into one living, breathing driving machine. He must have driven this car a lot to get that good at it. In no time at all, he pulled up in front of the venue. He parked all the way at the back of the parking lot where no one would notice the car.
He jumped out and pulled my door open before I got my seatbelt off. “After you, Madam.”
I narrowed my eyes at him. “Don’t think you’re going to turn into my date. You gave me a ride to help out Charlie—nothing else.”
His eyes skated down to my clothes. “Are you sure? You don’t want me to hustle you into the bushes right now and see what kind of panties you’re wearing under that skirt?”
What could I say to a comment like that? He was out of his mind. I turned and walked away, but he hurried to catch up with me. “Let me escort you, Miss Victoria. It isn’t seemly for young ladies to arrive unattended at these functions.”
“Shut up,” I snapped.
He only laughed. Once inside, the crowd offered some protection. Everyone wanted to talk to him, and he held court with the best of them. Somehow, no matter where I went to get away from him, he always managed to reappear at my elbow.
Waiters circulated with trays of food and glasses of champagne. The bubbly flowed, and I decided to drown my sorrows. If I couldn’t get away from him, at least I could enjoy myself. Charlie and Sam came over, and the three men started talking about the bachelor party.
“We’re staying at a casino in Vegas,” Sam told Charlie. “That’s all you’re allowed to know.”
“Well, shouldn’t I at least know what to wear?” Charlie asked.
“Wear an old tin can,” Brady suggested. “That will be easy to take off in a hurry, and you won’t have to worry about keeping it clean.”
“You have more to worry about keeping clean than he does,” I chimed in. “You’re the filthy one around here.”
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