The phone beside him began to vibrate for the fifth time tonight, and I was getting sick of it. Before he was able to set his fork down, I reached over and snatched it with my hand. The vibrating in my hand stopped.
“Who’s calling?” I asked, noticing the number wasn’t saved in his phone. A voicemail message came through, and I dialled 101.
“Leave it, probably just work,” he said, trying to take the phone back.
I pulled it to towards my ear and listened to whoever was calling. All I could do was give him a disappointed look as I heard her drunk giggling voice between words.
“Brody… um, I kind of need you to come get me… I’m so drunk and horny… I know you’re married but… oh, God, I’m going to throw up…”
I just looked at the screen as I deleted the call. I calmly began searching his call logs and found that she’d been calling him all hours of the night and day. He hadn’t said a word to me about this, and I had no clue if he had been speaking to her while I wasn’t around or when I was asleep.
“It’s not…” I shot him a glare. “All right, I can’t do anything about it while I am here. I will handle her once I am back in the office.”
“Do you want to fuck her?” I asked, point blank.
“Jesus, keep your voice down, will you?” he growled back. “No, of course, I don’t.”
I thought about calling her back and having him tell her that. I put the phone in my purse and closed it. “I want to go home.”
“All right, I’ll get the check.” He went to wave his hand towards a waiter, but I grabbed his wrist gently and lowered it down.
“No, Brody, I want to leave this place. I don’t want to be here anymore.” I needed to make that clear. “It’s beginning to turn into fighting every day. After Rose and Scott, I just don’t want to be here anymore.”
“What about Scott?” he asked, then frowned. “The kids love it here. It’s not fair on them to just up and leave. Rose is the one who needs to leave.”
“Why didn’t you tell me about these phone calls?” I asked, not angry but curious. “We were meant to be open and honest with each other more.”
“I didn’t want to upset you. I haven’t spoken to her. I ignored the calls, Gabby.” Taking a moment for my words to sink in, he shook his head. “No, we’re not leaving because you’re pissed about some phone call. I told you that I would sort it out.”
“Well, why would I want to be here? It’s plain and simple. When we’re alone, we just can’t get along. It’s been great. But for us to go out and eat somewhere, it just doesn’t work,” I said quietly. Maybe we were just wrapped up in trying so hard or faking it so much that we hadn’t noticed we were faking it. “I want to go, get out of these obviously hideous clothes and just go to bed.”
“You don’t look hideous, Gabby,” he said softly. “Quite the opposite.”
With a shrug, I mostly spoke to myself, “You haven’t told me I looked pretty all night, Brody. I feel like you prefer it when I’m weak and self-conscious in public. You like everyone to look at you and then wonder why I think someone as attractive as you would be with someone like me. I think you hate that you finally see that I’m desirable to other men? Or is that impossible too?”
“Watch your words,” he gritted out low. “I’m sitting over here with a stiff cock that hasn’t gone down since we left our room. I’m angry as fuck because you’re so beautiful, and I almost let you go. To top it off, the way you smiled earlier at another man, I haven’t seen that smile on you in years.” Clenching his jaw, he shook his head. “So yeah, I’m pretty fucking mad, not at you but myself.”
“I was just being polite, Brody. I wasn’t flirting with him,” I said softly. “He asked if I was married, and I said that I was.”
“You’re not for someone else to look at. You are mine, Gabriella. I won’t sit smiling as another man buys you another drink in front of me,” he warns lowly.
Shaking my head, smiling but I was annoyed. “You ate lunch with another woman. I don’t think you have the right to say anything on the matter. Oh, and you brought me that drink as you’ll see when the bill comes.”
“You are my wife,” he ground out.
“Yes, I am. But you are also my husband, and if you don’t want me with another man, you better get it through your head that you’re off limits also. She has your personal number. How am I to know what’s going on there?”
“You need to not worry about her. It’s not like I went to a bar, got drunk, then went and fucked her.”
His words hurt. The pain in my chest, I was beyond upset. “That’s disgusting, Brody. I can’t even…” I stopped myself from saying any more. Tonight wasn’t going how I had envisioned it to be. It was going badly.
Smirking, he leant back in his chair and picked up the glass of whisky. Bringing it to his lips, he paused. “You need to realise one thing,” he said with a grim smile. “You belong to me.”
“Belong? I’m not a piece of property, Brody,” I murmured, running a fingertip over the rim of the martini glass. “You think that just because I belong to you that I will not talk to another man? I’ve never told you to stay away from other women.”
“It’s always been implied,” he said, then took a mouthful. “You sure that rule still stands after everything that happened with Kate?”
I shook my head. He was pushing me on purpose to get a response even her name made me want to scream. He was going to know one thing, and I wasn’t kidding around. “You touch her, and I will walk out with our children. I will take everything you own and make you regret it.”
“We have an agreement. You belong to me.” Before I protest, he raised a finger up. “And I belong to you.”
“I need to…” I smiled, upset but wouldn’t let him know how much this conversation was starting to hurt me. Placing my napkin on the table, I looked away from him. “Excuse me.”
I caught the confusion, “Gabby,” he said quietly. “I didn't mean to upset you.”
“Fuck you.” Giving him his phone back, I shoved it against his chest. “Well, you have. I was looking forward to tonight. Maybe I wanted you to look at me and rip my dress off but obviously not.” I bit my lip. “You can be such an ass when you drink, sometimes,” I muttered softly.
Standing up before he could object, I rushed towards the ladies’ room and thankfully, it was empty. Blowing out a deep breath, I fanned my face and tried to keep the tears from escaping and ruining my makeup. I just needed a moment to myself.
This woman was going to get a rude wake-up call when I got back to the city.
Startled when the door opened, I glanced up through the mirror. I went to apologise until I saw Brody walking in and closed the door behind himself, twisting the silver lock between his thumb and forefinger.
“You can’t be in here,” I said, trying to make myself sound normal. “I won’t be long.”
He looked up, his navy suit jacket slowly being shrugged off and tossed on the counter top beside me. The look of hunger and starvation was apparent in his eyes, as he stood tall behind me. I notice him loosening his tie and then beginning to unbutton his crisp white shirt.
A hand on my hips, he shuffled himself even closer. Pressed against my bottom, I felt the thickness pushing into me. His other hand, at the small of my waist, slowly felt its way up my spine and explored my body, inch by inch travelling up the curve of my hip towards my breast. He stopped for a moment. He brushed all my hair to one side and then resumed his delicate touching. He slid his hand down and around the front of my dress, directing into the open material and gropes me with a firm cup of my breast.
A groan escaped his throat as his lips skim the bare skin on the nape of my neck. With his tender kisses, my nipples were erect even more into his soft palm. The touching turned rushed and forceful as he pulls the top down, letting my breasts out. Nipping at my skin, he then bent me forward with a forceful push and bunches my dress up at the hem. My ass was exposed to him as he pulled the black lace
until they rip.
Shoving my scrunched up panties into his pocket, he met my eyes in the mirror and mouthed three little words, “I love you.”
He pushed my thighs even more apart with his knees, nudging them open with his body, fingers raking my inner thighs, clawing at my soft skin, and he thrusts in deeply. Grasping my hips desperately, he dug his fingers in and not letting me go as I keep forward. Anticipation thrilled me as I drench in fear yet excitement at being caught as Brody began to increase his pace too hard.
Fucking me… Taking me… Using me…
Owning me
CHAPTER NINETEEN
“You need to apologise right now.”
My eyes looked upwards to see who Brody was talking to. I had a mouthful, almost choking on my lettuce as the waitress was blushing a beet red. Oh, no, my husband’s tone was pissed.
“I…” the poor girl stuttered. “I’m sorry.”
Brody then directed his eyes to me and pointed his finger towards me. “Apologise to my wife, not to me but her.” By now, he had caught the attention of everyone else at our table. By everyone, I mean myself and our children and also a couple of diners near us.
What on earth was going on?
“I… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.”
Brody scoffed and handed a white piece of paper back to her. “You think by writing your number on the tab that I would call you? You can tell your manager that I’m not paying for lunch. The service is disgusting. I’m out with my wife and children, and you do something so idiotic? No, I refuse to give you anything.”
She nodded and scurried along. Bursting into tears, she ran through the doors of the kitchen. I sat there confused by what had just happened, but I was also in awe of him and how he had done that, considering that I had been too preoccupied cutting up Lila’s piece of chicken to notice her giving my husband her number.
“Brody,” I began. I didn’t know what to say.
He reached over and kissed my cheek. “You need to see. That’s it’s only you, no one else, just you.”
A soft smile met him as I leant forwards and kissed him back. “Thank you.” Pulling away, I had another question. “Does that often happen when you’re out with clients?”
“I honestly don’t pay attention. If there’s a number there, then I ignore it and hand the check back to them. What about you? Do you not notice the men salivating over you?” He smirked, gesturing toward the men at the bar.
I hadn’t even noticed. Wow, I don’t notice much. “I don’t know. I rarely go anywhere other than the school or supermarket.” I leant in again and kissed him. “If you feel like picking up a girl at a bar, then I’m up for some role play.”
“Kinky little thing you are. Who knew?” He kissed me. “I’d rather pick you up right now!”
“No need to pick me up especially when you’ve already got me,” I smiled once more and met his lips again for another sweet kiss.
“Ew, please stop kissing! It’s gross, and you’re embarrassing us.” Noah groaned as he shoved a spoon of ice cream into his mouth.
Brody laughed. Just to annoy Noah, he leant in and gave me a bigger smack on the lips with his mouth. “He says that now,” he said into the kiss and pulled away. “You, kids, enjoying the food?”
Both kids gave their dad a thumbs up, and I sat back with a smile. “I think we’ve got the best kids ever, so well behaved and not fighting at all. Hopefully, they’re this good back home.”
Brody nodded in agreement, giving my thumb a squeeze as he kept his voice low. “I think it’s mostly because we’re not fighting. They’re happy because we’re happier than usual.”
Smiling sadly, he was spot on. “I know. I want to keep it this way.”
We left the restaurant, and true to Brody’s word, he refused to pay a cent for the meal. The waitress was then blasted in front of us. I felt awful, but at the same time, it was her own fault. Walking the kids back to the beach house, I stopped Brody on the way.
Giving me an odd look of confusion, “Yes?”
I grinned, placing the palms of my hands against his chest. “Go change into something warm and meet us down with your parents. I have something for you.”
“What are you up to?” he asked curiously.
Shaking my head from side to side, “Oh, no, you don’t. It’s a secret, baby. Go change.”
I helped the kids get into their swimmers so they could have one last swim with grandpa before bedtime. I then walked into the kitchen; ignoring Rose’s burning glares. His mum had done as I asked her to do and helped me with a large picnic basket full of seafood; fresh fruit and wine which were already down on the beach waiting for us.
“Thank you again for this,” I said smiling as I hugged her. “I hope he’ll like it.”
She hugged me back and kissed my cheek. “Don’t you worry about that? He’s going to love it. I know my son loves being romanced every now and then.”
I giggled softly. She was right. I used to do things like this all the time and was going to start that again. I heard the back door open and pulled away from her. “Brody, you ready?”
“What are you up to?” he asked, wrapping his arms around my waist and kissing my forehead. “I thought we were going to have an early night, and you know.”
“Brody, you better not be crude!” Loraine scolded, popping her head around the corner. “I raised you better than that.”
“Ma, seriously?” he groaned. “Stop eavesdropping and go take a nap or something old people do.”
With the look on her face, safe to say, we left extremely quickly after he said that to her. Of course, he was only kidding around, and she knew that. Making our way down towards the beach, I spotted where we were spending the evening alone.
Pointing towards it, I watched as he took it all in. “Really, babe?”
“Yeah,” I smiled.
“Now, this looks like a lot of fun!” he winked, giving my bum a pat as he walked ahead and inspected it closer.
The teepee was gorgeous, just like the brochure I had looked at yesterday, but it was better in real life, cushions galore lanterns pegged into the sand, cuddled up with the throw rugs and watch the ocean as we ate our dinner.
Climbing in after him, he stretched out and grinned. “We sleeping out here?”
“Would you like to spend the night? Either that or we can go back to our suite,” I smiled, taking off my sandals and wiggling my toes, only to be pulled and rolled on top of the man’s body beside me.
With a giggle, he squeezed me tightly. “I like the way you think.” Lifting his head, he kissed me and pulled back, resting his head against the cushions. “It’s going to be a perfect night, baby.”
Better than the previous one where we had fought during dinner and screwed in the bathroom for dessert, Brody mouthing those three words, I couldn’t bring it up. I didn’t want to because the fantasy of what I wanted him to say could have just been him mouthing something else and my mind thinking it was I love you.
Getting back on my side of the cushion, I ran my finger over the teal fabric. “You know, last night was our first dinner alone in seven years.”
As his eyes met mine, I noticed his smile fading fast. “I know. Last night, well, it wasn’t a very good date. Tonight will be better, and I promise to have dinner alone with you more.”
“I look forward to ‘us’ time.” Lifting my leg over his, I felt like a teenager again, only to be pulled back on Brody’s lap like sitting together at lunch time, me on his lap as we sat outside with our friends.
Grabbing the picnic basket, Brody leant forward and took an inhale of the food. “This smells like mum’s cooking,” he grinned, kissing my cheek. “I wonder what you have in here.”
I shrugged, pretending that I had no clue. “Hmmm, you’ll have to tell me.”
He pulled out the sushi first and a look of surprised crossed him. “Gabby, do you even like this?”
Smiling as I took the roll from his hand, “I’ll soon find out, but you
said you did. I wanted you to know that I listen to things, Brody, and if you like something, then I want to be able to eat it with you.”
Long liv were the sushi rolls tossed into his office bin. Part of me wished that I had shoved them somewhere under Kate’s desk so they’d be rotting away for her to never find, only to smell.
Pushing the food towards his mouth, he opened up and took a bite. Moaning, he grinned, “Hmmm, so good. Your turn, open up, beautiful.”
I shook my head to object, but he had taken the sushi and put a piece into my mouth for me to try. It wasn’t the best thing I had eaten, but like sucking him off, I’d get used to it. Kidding, I loved doing that to him.
Finishing the food in my mouth, I leant in with a whisper, “You’re turning me on.” Who knew feeding someone could be so erotic?
His mouth met mine. “That’s the point.”
Kissing me harder, he laid me down on the soft cloud of pillows and began stripping my body naked. Once we were both fully undressed, his hands held my hips as he pulled me on top of him. He was so ready.
I began to kiss down his chest. My tongue left a wet trail as I teased his nipples, biting lightly and then working my way down further. There was no need to rush this. We had all night. He needed to know, just how loved he was.
Wrapping my hand around his length, I began I gently stroke. His moans were growing as my tongue stuck out and swirled around his silky head, sucking and licking in the drops of pre-cum that began to leak out.
“My God… Gabby.” He moaned, my eyes darted up to find him looking at me with hunger.
Growing harder in my hand, I began to continue my assault on him, teasing and bringing him a bliss of satisfaction until he was grabbing my head and thrusting his deep spurts down my throat with a guttural groan.
Panting, he had me on my back and his tongue on me. My God, his mouth was kissing all over my body, up to my inner thighs and stopped against my bud. “Damn, you smell intoxicating,” he grunted as his tongue began flicking back and forth before increasing his pace.
My body bucked underneath him, grinding my hips up into his face as I rocked back and forth. “Don’t stop,” I begged, fisting whatever I could get my hands on. “Shit.” Another moan as I neared, “Brody… Oh, yes!” I screamed as came. I whimpered as I exploded into his mouth when his tongue buried deep inside of me. Thrusting in and out, my orgasm heightened, and I was pulling his hair, pushing him away but also bringing him in closer.
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