I never demanded what I wanted. I’d do things his way, but now, I wasn’t going to be that shy woman. I uttered out two words, which would normally have me blushing like a fool. “Fuck me!”
I needed him… right now.
CHAPTER TEN
We were going to regret this in the morning.
It was clear neither of us was really thinking about what we were about to do. The only parts of our bodies doing any thinking were the parts rubbing against one another. Brody led me upstairs to our room, the room we once shared.
To be more accurate, he carried me like a caveman. Barely letting his mouth free from mine, we kissed our way through the darkness, bumping into walls, giggling and laughing. There were even moans of pleasure as we fooled around, almost like we were two drunk and horny people needing the same thing.
We weren’t. We were completely sober.
Brody pushed open our bedroom, or his now, and I noticed the bed still made. He’s obviously not been sleeping in here, either. Laying me down, the cold white duvet made me shiver for a slight moment until he was back on me.
This time, without his boxers, his thick length pressed into me. Beads of pre-cum seeped out as I ran my thumb over the tip of him, rubbing it in and lubing him up. My hand wrapped around his swollen head, stroking and squeezing.
“Keep it up, and I’ll come faster than we both want,” he groaned, a growl as he kissed my neck and let his hands wander over my breasts. His attention was then on my erect nipple where he began to lick and suck. Running my hands through his hair until my top was lifted off, I grew shy for a moment.
I hadn’t been completely naked in front of him for so long that I worried he wouldn’t like what he saw. That thought was gone the moment he went back to devouring my breasts, squeezing hard and grazing as he captured a hard nipple between his teeth.
Crying out, my fingers dragged up and down his back, surely leaving marks. “In me!” My hips bucked. I needed to feel him inside me.
“Wait,” he groaned, pulling back a moment. I stilled as he looked further down, licking his lips. “I want you so badly.”
“Brody.” I bit my lip, moaning again when his hand rubbed over the silk material as his eyes washed over me hungrily. “You don’t have to.”
Leaning down, he was inches from my face. “Shhh, just enjoy and don’t think,” he said and began to kiss down my stomach.
It was so new for us. We never did foreplay, and when I say never, I mean never. I’d given him a hand job here and there when we were sitting in the movie theatre or before we began having sex with each other. Yes, he fingered me in school, but it hurt so bad that it didn’t really count.
The new part was that our mouths had never gone down south. It was new and exciting.
As he slid down my bottoms, he stilled, and a sharp intake of breath came out. “Fuck… What did you do?” He was staring right at my newly bare mound, and from the grin, I knew he loved it. Lowering his head, he began to place soft kisses before his tongue darted out and licked my slit.
My legs shivered with anticipation as he inhaled and used two fingers to spread my folds apart. He was staring directly at me, and it made me blush and turned me on. I watched as his head moved forward, and he pressed his nose to my nub while his mouth covered me.
Groaning as he tasted me for the very first time, “Hmm, so sweet.”
A couple of different strokes and he’d found his rhythm. I’d also found heaven while still alive.
He began to lick faster and faster, pleasuring me in a way I had never experienced. My body reacted in completely different ways than when we made love. I couldn’t stop my hips from rising up and down and grinding into his mouth more. “Brody… oh…” I breathed out. A strong wave of pleasure washed over me and built up to the familiar peak I so rarely got to experience.
My legs were shaking when his fingers entered me. I lost it completely and came so hard. I thought I was going to black out.
Kissing back up my naked body, my hands roamed his chest, and he pressed himself into me. I quivered, still sensitive from his mouth moments ago. Reaching between us, I wanted to taste him, but he flexed into me again.
“I like you bare down there,” he said roughly, kissing me.
“I like your mouth down there,” I admitted, tasting myself on his lips.
Thrusting deeply inside of me, I cried out as we kept our eyes on each other. He reached for my hands, stretching them above my head and pinning them down. He pulled out completely and plummeted back in, harder.
“Fuck!” he groaned huskily. His pacing increased.
I had no idea who this man on top of me was. He was so sexy, animistic and vocal. He was completely in control, and I loved it! My legs tightened around his as I began to raise my hips up and down and created more friction.
Our mouths were back on each other’s, kissing and tasting each other with wanton.
We weren’t having sex. There were no Brody and Gabby in bed. It was two completely different people. We were never this way. It wasn’t slow and gentle. This was pure fucking, completely driven by desire and raw emotion. There was no desire to stop. We were clutching each other for more, and neither of us seemed to be letting up anytime soon.
My fingers digged into the curve of his ass as I breathed heavily. “Oh… yes, Brody!” I couldn’t think straight. I was so damn wet. “Don’t stop!”
Our bodies slapped and covered in sweat, the second orgasm building. I was losing my mind. He never lasted this long… never. His mouth was enclosed mine again with a moan, and I made what came out like a whimpering squeal sound as I came, long and hard.
“That’s it, baby… fucking take it.”
Soon after I came, Brody pumped faster between my wide spread thighs and groaned loudly as he released inside of me, twitching as he filled me with his deep spurts. He didn’t move instantly, but when he pulled out and rolled onto his back, he pulled me over towards him and wrapped his arms around my body.
Keeping me close, he didn’t go straight to the bathroom. He held me.
I laid there, breathing heavily as my limbs felt too heavy to move, exhausted and incredibly sated. Our sweat-clad bodies, naked and clinging to one another, neither letting go. I rolled my head against the warmth of his chest, feeling his heart beating beneath my ear. It was soothing and calming.
His fingers stroked my bare skin, a tender kiss on my forehead. It wasn’t long before I fell asleep, and I oddly felt completely happy.
When my eyes fluttered open the next morning, I was pinned down by a warm body behind me. It didn’t take long for me to remember the night we’d shared; the aching between my thighs, a pleasurable reminder of the passionate fucking. Sleep was long gone as my lids flew completely open, and I realised what had happened. My mind was telling me to get out of the bed and leave, but my body wanted to stay wrapped in his arms, and soon, I fell back asleep.
The second time I woke, things were much clearer. He was going to regret it. Did I regret it? No, definitely not. I laid there, watching him sleep and so desperately wanting to reach out, to touch him. The realisation that we were divorcing washed over me. I fought back the dreaded sickness and tears, slowly slid out of bed and picked up my clothing thrown all over the floor. I quickly dressed and tiptoed through the house like I used to sneak out of my parents’ home and went to the guest house.
I was afraid we had just really screwed up.
Showering just made me remember the way he touched me. His hands… mouth… cock… how he felt inside me and taking me in a way like no other before. My legs were sore and head confused. I didn’t know where things left us; if this was just one of those “get it out of our system break-up” fucks or was it more? Everyone was still asleep. I wrote the grocery list, needing to start the usual Saturday morning groceries. Leaving Brody a note on the fridge, I left and drove to the store.
The entire drive, to and from, I couldn’t get one thing off my mind. Other than the throbbing between my
thighs, something else was really distracting me.
That was, by far, the best sex we’d ever had.
How was it that it took so long without ever really experiencing each other in a way like this? We would be slow and gentle. Brody was always cautious about hurting me, and I was too damn nervous or shy to think he would be put off with me making a lot of noise. After years, we just fell into the same routine without ever thinking to spice it up with new things.
Of course, now, of all time, it just had to be when we were separated and going through a damn divorce.
Coming back home a couple hours later, I walked inside and heard the kids playing outside. “Where’s daddy?” I asked, carrying the last of the bags, which were for myself.
“Working, he’s grumpy.” Lila pouted. “He said we were too loud and couldn’t come inside until you came home.”
I wondered what was up with that. Walking down to his office, I pushed the door open. “I’m back. Are you hungry?”
He looked up and smiled as our eyes met. My heart fluttered. “I’m starving, actually,” then he pressed a button on the phone. “I’ll be down in a second. I have to file these papers.”
Shit, I hadn’t realised he was on a call. “All right.”
I stood, lingering in the doorway, and it hit me. Maybe last night wasn’t anything spectacular to him. Was it the itch that needed scratching? He probably needed to come and needed a release for his build-up. I walked away and went back into the kitchen to serve up the burgers and fries.
Calling them, I took their plates to the table. “Noah, Lila, come and eat please!”
Brody came downstairs as the kids came running in and grabbed his plate. “Thanks.” He sat down in his usual spot and began to eat but paused, “Thought you weren’t meant to cook for me?”
I shrugged. “I bought the food, and it’s no big deal. You know I love cooking.”
“Yeah, but you hate cooking for me,” he said quieter, so the kids wouldn’t hear.
Looking back up towards him, I smiled slightly and pointed out, “Only when you don’t eat it.”
Our eyes stayed on each other for a moment, and then we were looking at the children as they mentioned that they wanted to go back to the pizzeria and get ice cream again. Brody told them we’d all go again next week. I wondered how long this would keep up or when he wanted to tell people about our impending divorce. We all ate, and I began cleaning up.
The day was too nice to be stuck inside, so the kids were getting their bathers on to go for a play in the pool. Brody was going in with them. I’d prefer to sit and take photos of the three playing together; plus, me in a bikini wasn’t on my to-do list today. I just wanted to sit back and enjoy this rare family day we all had for I didn’t know when they’d be coming to an end.
As I tied Lila’s hair up, I heard a knock on the front door and frowned at Brody. “Are you expecting anyone?” I asked, not mad, just wondering who would be here.
He shrugged. “No, I would have mentioned it.”
The kids were already running to the door, and then I heard them yell out. “Grandma! Grandpa!”
Looking up, I caught sight of Brody’s parents walking in and looking extremely happy. They were up to something, and I had no clue what. Luckily, Noah and Lila tugged on their hands and led them off somewhere, giving us enough time to sort the kitchen out.
Brody’s eyes were wide as he stood up, obviously, not expecting them either. “I’ll help you clean.”
“No, distract them!” I whisper.
His mother was a complete clean goddess. She loves everything sparkling clean and didn’t like smears or fingerprints. I honestly couldn’t care if my children were happy, then I was happy. Yes, our home was clean and tidy, but there were times when I’d rather leave the dishes in the sink and go spend time with them.
One of those moments was today, and we were about to go swimming.
Brody grabbed the sauce bottles and went into the pantry to put them away. Soon, I heard him speaking, more to himself than anyone else. “Oh, dear God.”
“What?” I asked, glancing over my shoulder as I piled the plates inside the dishwasher.
Eyes flew open as I remembered that my clothing and my new lacy underwear were sitting on the bench in there. Quickly standing, I raced in, thinking the worst, only to find him holding up a pair of black panties.
“Since when did you start to wear these?” he asked, smirking. In light grey sweats, he was rock hard.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
“Put that away before your mother walks in!” I hissed, snatching the material from his hands.
He smirked. “Are you wearing something like that now?”
I rolled my eyes. Blush crept over my cheeks. “I’m not telling you!”
“You two, come out here. We need to discuss something important,” Brody’s mother called us.
Humour and playfulness were gone as he pointed towards my black panties scrunched up in my hand. “We need to talk about last night when the kids are asleep as well as why you’re suddenly all smooth down there. I have questions, and I want answers.”
I would have given him an eye roll if I didn’t feel so completely embarrassed. He had a way of doing that, going from happy to pissed in second and bursting the bubble of happiness. “Well, I have questions too. First is how you could last so damn long!”
His jaw ticked but said nothing as he adjusted himself so his erection wasn’t noticeable. “Keep it down. She’s got ears like a hawk,” he muttered, his own blush prominent. He walked out, saying to her, “What are you two, doing here? You could have called.”
“Can’t we come visit our grandchildren?” His mother chuckled as I put the panties aside and left the pantry with a fake smile on. “Gabby, is everything okay?” she asked, carefully watching me.
I nodded as she kissed my cheek. “Of course, just putting the sauce away. You know how Brody leaves everything out.”
Brody scoffed since I blamed him for the mess and replied, “My lovely wife cooked such a delicious lunch that I was too full to do anything just yet. Oh no, she brought burgers back from the store.”
“I couldn’t be bothered cooking, you know, after cleaning all morning,” I smiled sweetly back towards him as he walked towards me. My eyes told him to keep his fucking hands off me.
His eyes said, not a chance in hell, and he then reached out, wrapping his arm around my waist and leaning in to kiss the side of my head. “After last night, I thought you’d be too exhausted to do anything. You certainly passed out fast.” Oh, my God, I could kill him.
My elbow shot out and nudged him hard in his ribs, causing him to make an oomph sound. “Sweetheart, don’t be crude. Your parents raised you better than that.”
“We did,” his mother agreed with a smile while his father just looked amused at our back and forth bantering. “Now, kids, please come back in here. Grandma has something to tell you all.”
The children ran in and jumped up on a bar stool each. “What is it?” Noah asked excitedly. “Did you buy us a present?”
Fred, Brody’s father, pulled out something rolled up from his back pocket. “Now, before you say no, just listen and then answer.” Oh no, we were going to be put on the spot somehow. “We’ve been thinking—”
He spoke too slowly, and Loraine jumped in, cutting him off before he got another word out. “We’ve been doing some talking and researching. Now, over the third term school holidays, we’d like to take a family vacation. It’s our fiftieth wedding anniversary, and we’re going to renew our vows. Hamilton Island has an amazing resort, and we’re going, all of us, your father and I, you, four, your brother and his family, and then your sister and Leon. It’s one big family getaway! You two, never went away with us anywhere, and the children would love it!” She sounded as if she’d had one too many wines before coming over, that or she was high.
Fred chuckled nervously. “She’s already booked it. We’ve got the house already booked and paid for.”
Sliding over the brochures, I glanced down to read. Hamilton Island and then the house they had paid for, I almost gasped. This place was not cheap. It didn’t help that it looked simply stunning.
“It’s big enough for everyone to do their own thing if you wanted a bit of privacy, and Brody, it would mean the world if you came along. We’d love to spend time with our grandchildren.” His mother was pulling the heart strings, guilting him like what she did best.
My heart, on the other hand, was racing. They had no idea about our problems or that we were getting a divorce. Why the hell did they just had to drop this in front of Noah and Lila who were eager as hell to go?
The guilt began to consume me because we’d never been anywhere as a family. There were no trips with just the four of us. We never made that kind of time. Our lives were busy. Brody had work, which always came a high first.
“Please!” Noah repeatedly begged as Lila batted her lashes at her father, something that always won him over.
I glanced down at the paperwork, noticing the date. “That’s in two weeks.” I glanced then at Brody. I had no clue what he was thinking.
He was just staring at them as if they were completely crazy. His eyes met mine, and he sighed. He didn’t like being put on the spot any more than I had done. “I don’t know. Let me discuss this with my wife, and I also got work. I can’t just be up and leave for a holiday that you’ve sprung on us.”
“You’re basically the boss. Don’t you dare think about cancelling, Brody?” his mother scolded; then, her features softened. “I bet the children would love to swim with dolphins and go on walks through the forests.”
I nodded, wishing she’d stop trying to get the children’s hopes up this way. “Yes, they probably would, but we need to discuss this still. Brody’s work is important, and he can’t just leave for eight days, a lot of people rely on him there.” Not as much as we relied on him here, but he didn’t think we needed him the way work did.
Forgotten Sweethearts: A Romance Novel Page 10
