Charlie gasped. “Vic!”
“I have a better idea,” Sam added. “Wear a necktie and nothing else. Then all the girls will be able to judge you by your assets.”
“We could make you a necktie big enough to cover you,” Brady interjected. “We could tie a bowtie around your pecker, so everybody knows what they’re getting.”
The guys laughed, but I couldn’t stand Brady’s jokes. I had to find a way to cut him down. “Why don’t you tie a bowtie around yours? Maybe you could sell it on eBay or something.”
Charlie winced. “Don’t pay any attention to her, man. She’s probably had one too many.”
Brady leered at me. “I’ll give her one too many. We’ll see how she likes that.”
“And I’ll give you one too many uppercuts to the jaw. Maybe then you’ll get your head unstuck from your zipper.”
Charlie shook his head. “Vic, give it a rest. I’m going to get some of that ice cream over there.”
Sam and Charlie left. I started to turn away when Brady’s voice touched my ear. “Hey, Victoria, I was wondering if you could help me with a little problem I have. I can’t get my head unstuck from my zipper. Would you give it a little tug and see if you can get it loose? Maybe when I get the blood rushing to my brain, I’ll be able to think straight again.”
I rounded on him in a rage. “Will you shove those stupid jokes where the sun doesn’t shine? Do you really think I want to stand around shooting the breeze with you all day? Can’t you see I’m trying to ditch you? When are you going to get the message?”
The goofy smile vanished off his face. “I’ll never get the message, Victoria. I’ll never get the message that you don’t want me, because you do.”
“How dare you!”
Just at that moment, a waiter stopped by with a tray of hors-d'oeuvres. He was an old man with grey hair. He smiled at both of us. “I remember when I first met my wife and we used to get into tiffs like this all the time. How long have you two lovebirds been together?”
I turned away to hide my burning cheeks, but Brady smiled at him. “Seven years yesterday.”
The old guy nodded and went on his way. The minute his back was turned, I confronted Brady. “What did you have to lie to him like that for? We have not been together seven years. We’re not together now, and we never will be.”
He cocked his head at me, but he didn’t joke or even smile. “We were together before, and as far as I’m concerned, we were never apart. Yesterday was just a warm-up. We used to be really good together, and we could be that way again. Did you really think it was all over between us because I never did.”
“You shithead!” I snapped. “You dumped me. You left me flat, and you never even answered my texts when I asked you what was going. How do you expect just to waltz back into my life now like none of it ever happened?”
He frowned. “What are you talking about? I never did anything like that. I certainly never dumped you.”
I threw up both hands. “Oh, just forget it. It’s ancient history, and it’s never going to happen again.”
“What about yesterday?”
“Yesterday was a mistake, a tragic mistake—nothing else. Just forget it ever happened.”
I started to walk away, but his voice made me freeze in my tracks. His words caressed me all over, so I couldn’t ignore them. “Is that what you want, Victoria? Do you really want to forget it ever happened?”
I spun around to face him, but the moment I locked my eyes on his face, that old familiar feeling started to take over. “Why do you have to be so insufferably irritating?”
He glanced around the hall. No one gave us a second glance. He lowered his voice just a little bit more. “Come on. We’re getting out of here.”
He seized my hand and led me out of the hall. He strode all the way back to his car and opened the door for me.
He gunned the motor and threw the car into gear. I gulped down the rising adrenaline burning through my guts. “Where are we going?”
“My place.”
9
Brady
I kicked the accelerator down hard, but I couldn’t stop the pulse pounding in my brain. I had her in my car. I had her going back to my place. She didn’t want to forget it, and I couldn’t forget it if I tried.
I drove out onto the freeway where I could steer with one hand. I cast a glance over at her. The wind whipped her hair around, but she sat still and gazed through the windshield at nothing. I had to make my move. I had to know if she was really mine.
I eased one hand off the steering wheel and let it rest on her bare knee. She still didn’t respond. I squeezed and massaged up her thigh toward the hem of her skirt. She turned her head away, but she didn’t tell me to stop. I couldn’t stop now if I tried.
I shoved my hand down between her crossed legs. Her alabaster flesh enclosed me in its pillowy softness. Just a little further...My cock ached, it was so hard. I had to get her back to my place with the door shut. I had to taste her and smell her and feel her all around me. Yesterday only made me more ravenous for her than ever.
I gripped one thigh in my hand. “Spread your legs.”
She didn’t say anything. She uncrossed her legs and opened them before my hand. Oh, yes, baby. That’s so nice. I weaseled the rest of the way up, under her skirt to the beautiful white triangle of cotton between her thighs. I stroked her quivering mound and found the fabric already wet. God, I wanted to die and go to heaven right then, but I had to follow through.
I steered with one hand and let my other one fall on her chest. She turned her head farther away. I could get no clue from her facial expression, but her cleavage heaved and collapsed under my hand faster with every touch. I moved my hand from inside her thighs up underneath her shirt. I tickled her nipple through her bra, and the most delicious little mewing noises came from her lips.
Those breasts called me so I couldn’t resist. I rubbed them and squeezed them and mauled them until she moaned. Her legs still lay spread and ready. How wet was she down there now? I had to find out.
I dove my fingers between her thighs one more time, and this time, I dug under her panties to the saturated nest of engorged flesh inside. Man, she was wet! I could have taken a big bite of her peachy goodness if I didn’t have to fight that car every minute.
I rubbed her clit until she rocked and seethed against my hand. Her head lolled back on the seat, and she undulated her pelvis to meet my strokes. She covered my hand with her own and followed my movements with her erotic pulses.
Her noises got louder to match the shrieking wind. She laid her middle finger along mine and guided it into her hole. Her swollen channel swallowed it, and she screeched to the skies on waves of ecstasy. Her juices gushed onto my hand, and she cried out in ecstasy.
Thank fucking god I was at my exit. I yanked the car off the freeway. I couldn’t stand this one second longer. I had to be inside there. I had to feel that wetness all around my painful swollen cock. I jerked the car into the garage and hit the electronic door closer.
She still breathed and whined in the seat next to me. Her legs splayed open, and her breasts heaved with her sobs. I tore the door off its hinges and lifted her into my arms. I kicked the car door closed behind me and carried her upstairs.
Her head rested on my shoulder, and her eyes hovered half closed. She didn’t see anything until I laid her down on my bed. How I longed for this moment! How many nights I laid right here and dreamed she stretched her magnificent body next to me!
I gazed down at her, and her eyes snapped open to stare up at me. Her lips parted. “Brady?”
I bent over her and planted my hands on either side of her head to kiss her. “I’m here, baby. I’m right here.”
She whined into my kiss, and I couldn’t bear the torment of waiting. I lowered myself on top of her, and her body rose to meet me. She threw her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck. She clutched me against her for protection, and I sank into her in all my monstrous de
sire.
In no time, I shucked off my clothes and slipped the shirt over her head. I unclipped her bra and slid the skirt and panties down to her ankles. She kicked them away. In everything I did, she moaned in soft, plaint readiness. Every particle of her glorious self answered me like an apparition out of my dreams.
I laid her ivory legs aside, and nothing could stop me from gobbling that juicy fruit to my heart’s delight. She bucked and writhed under my tongue, and I drank her orgasmic nectar to the dregs.
She curled on her side in a pleasure-drunk ball, and I wrapped myself around her in throbbing glory. She inched back against me, and I pressed my chest against her back. Her majestic body melted into my arms, and my cock fell into her of its own accord. Her wetness wrapped me in heavenly bliss.
She arched her head back, and fresh screams wrenched out of her when I slid inside. Her muscles clamped around my shaft until it hurt. My hips bounced off her ass until the juicy squirts stuck us together. I contracted my stomach to hit against her, but she only leaned back into me stronger than ever.
I buried my eyes in her neck. I couldn’t watch this. I couldn’t bear witness to my own destruction in her. Before I knew it, I pounded her for all I was worth. Her noises rose in my ears and tattered my brain to a whirlwind. She drove me crazy. No matter what I did to her, she escalated to meet me.
Her legs yawned open around my driving hips. My fingers found their own way underneath to torment her clit to pieces. She screeched louder, and her intoxicating pussy poured its vapors around my shaft. I couldn’t bear it. I never experienced anyone like this before. Every time I thought she was finished, she turned around to kiss me and bring me back to life.
I sprayed my life’s essence into her heavenly insides, and she took it all in her stride. She cuddled into my arms. She kissed the sweat on my forehead and my cheeks. She caressed her pointed nipples along my chest, and her delicate fingers surrounded my soaking wet cock until she made me so hard I had to take her all over again.
I lived without her blessed body so long; I couldn’t stop devouring her. I needed to quench my raving thirst for her, and she gave herself willingly. She enjoyed herself to the limit until I could weep in her arms.
She snaked her arms around my neck and drew me on top of her. She swizzled her hips back and forth to slot me between her legs. Her mouth alone turned me on so I couldn’t think of getting out of bed. I could forget the whole wedding and all the madness of work. Nothing existed but her kiss, her breasts lying so ripe under my chest, her damp pussy embracing me between her legs. I could crawl in there and be happy for the rest of my life.
She whimpered in delicious desire. She climaxed once, and before it ended, she was ready for another one. She never quit, and she never let me quit, either. Her nipples jabbed my chest, and she rocked her hips against my swelling cock. Would she never stop? She never did before, and seven years only made her more insatiable than ever.
I groaned in agony, but she wouldn’t leave me alone until I took her again. My kisses fell off, and she nuzzled down my neck to my chest. She attacked my skin in lusty animal bites. She clawed my ass to drag me into her. She raked my back and ground her quivering mound all over me. I was hard again. I had to fuck her hard until she screamed in rabid wild insanity. I had no choice.
10
Victoria
I held the phone to my ear and listened to Charlie rattle off a series of jobs that still needed to be done for the wedding. “And could you please go with Brady to the venue on Tuesday? The band wants to do a sound check in the hall.”
“Can’t Brady do that alone? This is the third time in two months you’ve sent us to do some chore together.”
“I didn’t think you’d mind,” Charlie replied. “I thought you two were getting along.”
I couldn’t help but blush. At least Charlie was on the other end of the phone and couldn’t see me. “We get along. It’s just that we could accomplish twice as much if we did stuff separately.”
“Well, I need you both there this time,” he replied. “He’s a real estate tycoon. He doesn’t know the first thing about music.”
“And I do? That’s a good one. I expect Brady could handle just about anything. The band doing a sound check isn’t exactly rocket science.”
“Please just go with him, Vic,” Charlie pleaded. “Both Mandy and I wanted to go, but we’ve been so caught up with work we can’t make it.”
“All right.” I pulled out my calendar. “When is it?”
“Friday the thirteenth.”
I almost fell out of my chair. “Now I know you’re pulling a fast one on me.”
He laughed. “Sorry, darlin’. I didn’t even notice it until right now. It’s just a fluke.”
“I am NOT going out with Brady Townsend on Friday the thirteenth. I don’t care what you say or what you do to me.”
“He’s not such a bad guy. I don’t know why you have to be so down on him all the time.”
“I am not down on him all the time.”
“You are so. You act like doing stuff with him is the worst torture anyone could possibly devise. You act like he’s the devil incarnate.”
“I don’t think he’s the devil incarnate. You know I’ve always liked Brady.”
“You sure don’t act like it. Is it his money? Is that why you don’t like him? Do you think he’s some kind of rich overlord?”
“Of course not. I would never hold that against him. He’s still the same guy he was when you two were growing up together.”
“What is it, then? Why do you always find a way to diss him?”
“I do not diss him. I like Brady.”
“You just said you wouldn’t do anything with him on Friday the thirteenth. You said you didn’t care what I said or did to you. If that’s not a diss, I don’t know what is.”
“Can we stop talking about Brady?”
“Did he say or do something to offend you at the engagement party?”
“No.”
“I saw him following you around. He said you wouldn’t even talk to him. What am I supposed to think?”
I smacked my lips. “I just asked if we could stop talking about him.”
“Then we’ll have to go back to talking about you doing this job with him. Is that what you’d rather talk about?”
I groaned. “Do I really have to do it?”
“You don’t have to,” he replied, “but I sure would appreciate it. I would be your slave for life.”
“Ooo, goody!”
“Come on, Vic,” he chided. “you already said you would. What could possibly go wrong?”
I harrumphed. “You have no idea. With Brady around, anything could go wrong.”
“There you go again.”
“I do have other things to do besides running your errands, you know. You and Mandy aren’t the only people with jobs.”
“Brady has the highest stress job of any of us, and he jumped at the chance to help with the band.”
“I’ll bet he did,” I grumbled.
“Please. Pretty please with sugar on top. Do it for me because you love me so much.”
“Oh, you’re impossible. All right. I’m writing you into my schedule, so that should show you how much you mean to me.”
“Thanks. You’re the best. I gotta go now. See you on Sunday.”
I hung up, but I couldn’t stop staring at the calendar. Two whole months since I saw Brady at that engagement party. Two whole months since we did it. Two whole months since my world turned upside down. Two whole months since I....
I froze. Then I turned back a page to last month and another page to the month before. There was the engagement party marked in a big highlighter heart on my calendar. There, in the week before, five tiny ink crosses marked the days of that month, that fateful month two months ago, when I had my last period.
Shit. I didn’t have to look a second time at the other pages in between. I already knew what they meant. I hadn’t had a period since that day�
�since that day I nailed Brady in the closet at my uncle’s house.
I tossed the calendar under my desk, so I wouldn’t have to look at it anymore. It didn’t mean anything anyway. So, I was late. So, what? The stress of planning somebody else’s wedding and the tension of meeting Brady again must have made me late. No big deal. Nothing to panic about.
That last time at his place after the tasting sure was nice, though. I spent the night with him, just the way he wanted me to. Don’t get me wrong. I wanted to, too, and we had a nice long talk about things the next morning before he took me home. We agreed to keep it casual, even though we both acknowledged we couldn’t seem to keep our hands off each other. With Charlie getting married, there was no sense getting mixed up in anything serious.
What could possibly go wrong, I asked? I could get pregnant. That’s what could go wrong. We were both too hot for each other ever to think about birth control. I hadn’t seen the hottest lover of my life in seven years. We both got swept up in the heat of the moment. Who thinks about birth control at a time like that?
Not us, apparently. Apparently, birth control was the last thing on either of our minds the other times, too, because no one mentioned it. Every time Charlie or Mandy couldn’t make it and asked us to work together to do some wedding-related task, it always turned into a free-for-all—an unprotected free-for-all.
Now here I was, two months later without a period. What would happen if I really got pregnant? Getting pregnant would be one thing. Getting pregnant with Brady Townsend? That would be another thing altogether.
Heaven knew he could pay for it. I found that out over the last several weeks of seeing him. He had more money than God. I didn’t even want to think about how he got it, but I had already known. He was razor sharp when it came to business. I heard him on the phone with his agent and his team a few times. Man, I wouldn’t want to cross swords with that guy over a lucrative commercial contract. Just being in the same room with him during those phone calls made my palms sweat. No wonder he got what he wanted. Anybody who was anybody caved at his feet and did exactly what he wanted, and I did the same thing.
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