by Cathryn Fox
“I was, but after the dancer left, Cassie brought all her friends back here. We sure have a houseful.” Her voice was low and sultry. “And I…I knew you’d be at the station, so I just wanted to call and say hi.”
Everything in him reached out to her. “I’m glad you did. How was the bachelorette party?”
“It was okay, but every time I looked at that stripper, all I could think about was that private dance you promised me.” A tinge of amusement laced her voice.
A low chuckle rumbled in his throat. “Yeah, well, I can’t stop thinking about that basketball game and how I won you for a whole hour.”
“Hey,” she said, “we didn’t even get to finish the game.”
“It doesn’t matter. I still won.”
“I don’t—”
He cut her off. “Megan, I want my hour right now.”
He could hear a sound in the background, like she was licking her lips. “Right now?”
“Yeah, right now. Right here.”
“What about the party?”
Music and shrieks of laughter came through the phone and reached his ears. “It’s only for an hour, and from the sounds of things, no one will even notice you’re gone.”
“I suppose—”
“I’m on my way.”
“No, I can take Cassie’s car. She’s partying up a storm and isn’t going anywhere tonight. I stayed sober in case anyone needed anything.”
Brady glanced at the clock. “I’ll see you soon.” With that, he hung up, his mind sorting through all the wickedly wonderful things they could do for the next hour. As his imagination kicked into high gear, he knew exactly how he wanted the night to play out.
A short while later, with a plan formulating and taking shape in his mind, Brady took a long shower, shaved, then made his way to his locker to grab his basketball. He found Dean and Christian in the kitchen.
“Hey, you two, do you think you can make yourselves scarce for an hour?”
Dean quirked a brow. “What’s up?”
“Megan just called and she’s on her way over. I want her all to myself.”
Christian chuckled and nudged Dean. “An hour?” He shot Brady a look and pulled a face. “That’s all you need? One hour? Poor Megan. Maybe we ought to stick around and show him how a real man does it, Dean,” he razzed.
Brady grinned at the rookie, noting how well he fit into the brotherhood. “When you do it right the first time, Christian, you only need one hour.”
Both Dean and Christian laughed out loud. Brady tossed them the basketball and pointed to the door. “One hour.”
As Dean and Christian stepped outside, Megan made her way inside.
Brady’s heart nearly failed as he perused her. She looked as sexy as sin dressed in a pair of tight-fitting jeans and a snug T-shirt that showcased her beautiful breasts. Her eyes lit when they met his.
“Where are they going?” she asked, nodding toward Dean and Christian.
His eyes moved over her face. “Outside, so we can be alone.” He pulled her in close and felt the quiver that rolled through her. He raced his hands over her curves, unable to get enough of her. “So I can do delicious, scandalous things to your body for one whole hour.”
She pushed against him and slid her hands over his bare arms. Her intimate touch nearly dropped him to his knees. “What do you have in mind?” He could hear the lust, the intrigue, in her voice.
He pressed his lips to hers and kissed her. “Well, first, I’m going to turn on some music.” Brady reached out and flicked on the radio. Soft tunes from the seventies filled the room.
“Nice,” she said, moving to the beat.
He gripped her hips and began rocking them slowly, his body matching her movements. “Tell me, Megan. Did watching that stripper dance tonight turn you on?”
Her eyes brightened. “Are you going to dance for me?” she asked. “A private dance, like you promised.”
One hand tugged her T-shirt out of her jeans. “Maybe later. Right now you’re all mine for the next hour, and I plan on taking advantage of that.”
“I still don’t see how—”
“Shhh,” he said, hushing her. “I won and I’m calling the shots.” He felt her quake with excitement. “And what I want is for you to strip for me. Nice and slow, so I can savor every minute of it.” He positioned her pussy next to his swollen cock and rubbed against her. “Then I want you to dance on the pole for me.”
She twisted around and glanced at the slider’s pole. When she turned back to face him, he could see the passion building in her eyes. Her voice dropped lower and she said, “Are you serious?”
“Hell, yeah. I’m serious.” He slid a hand between her legs and could feel her heat. Leaning in, he filled his lungs with her feminine scent. “I want you to slide that gorgeous, naked body of yours all over that pole.” His cock jumped as he thought about it.
Heat flared in her eyes. Her breath grew shallow. “You do?” A lusty moan bubbled up from the depths of her throat. It resonated through his body, creating need and desire.
He dropped his voice an octave. “Uh-huh. I want you so hot, Megan, that I’ll be able to smell your desire from across the room.”
Her whole body vibrated. “Then what?” Her voice sounded deeper, raspier.
He swiped his tongue over her bottom lip. “Then I’m going to lick every inch of you and drive you mad with desire. I’m going to start with your mouth and work my way all the way down to your sweet pussy.” She quivered, desire burning in the depths of her eyes. “And just when you think you’re going to explode with need, I’m going to put my cock inside you and fuck you so hard and so thoroughly that in one hour you’re not even going to know your own name.”
Her gaze shifted to where his hard cock pressed against his jeans. Her eyes smoldered. Her body trembled. “That’s one hell of a way to cash in on a bet, Brady.” Her hand went to his throbbing dick. He growled and pushed against her palm. Sparks flew between them as the room sizzled with sexual electricity.
Hunger to be inside her rushed through his veins. “One hell of a way, indeed,” he said. He turned the radio up and gave her a little nudge, backing her up until she hit the pole.
“Strip.”
Heat flaring in her eyes, she quickly obliged. With her movements so goddamn seductive that he thought he’d go mad with need, she peeled off her T-shirt to reveal a peach-colored lace bra. The color looked sexy next to her lightly tanned skin.
“Mmmm, nice,” Brady said, licking his lips. “Did you wear that for me?” He could see her nipples grow hard under his inspection.
She nodded. Her mouth curved enticingly. “You like?”
“Yeah, leave it on for now.”
Her flesh flushed with color as she wiggled her curvy hips. Deft fingers went to her jeans. With unhurried movements, she unhooked the button and peeled her pants from her long legs to reveal matching lace panties. She kicked her jeans away and hooked one leg around the pole. Her slow seduction pushed him to the edge of sanity.
Megan shimmied against the pole, her palms sliding up and down, mimicking the actions of a hand job, driving Brady wild with the need to fuck her. Saliva pooled in his mouth as he took pleasure in watching her seductive, enticing movements.
With his eyes locked on hers in concentration, he pointed to her panties and said, “Keep going.” Impatience to see her pussy wide-open, his for the taking, thrummed through him.
Instead of removing her panties, she began a sensuous dance routine on the pole. Her voluptuous contours curled around the bar, dragging his focus with her. Her body flowed from one movement to the next, beautifully, effortlessly. It was the most erotic thing he’d ever seen.
He swallowed and worked to find his voice. “Why do I get the feeling you’ve done this before?”
Her smile was slow and sexy. She gave a breathy, intimate laugh. “A few years back my health club offered strength-building exercises just for women. Through a combination of dance and aerobics, w
e toned our bodies and learned an elegant, slow-moving way to explore our sensuous side.”
His muscles bunched. His cock tightened. His heart hammered. “How fucking lucky for me.” Pressure brewed deep in his groin when the scent of her arousal reached his nostrils.
“Take your panties off,” he bit out.
She did as he requested and then resumed her sensuous dance. Bracing herself high on the slide pole, she spread her legs wide, giving him a gorgeous view of her drenched pink pussy.
Holy fuck! Lust exploded inside him. His trembling hand dropped to his engorged cock. He rubbed himself as his whole body vibrated with need. The woman took him beyond his wildest fantasies.
When her familiar aroused scent curled through his blood, white-hot desire claimed him. All control abandoned, he moaned in pleasure, tore off his clothes, and closed the distance between them. “You are so fucking hot, Megan.” He gripped her hips and pulled her to him.
“Dance with me,” she murmured.
Joined hip to hip, they began moving to the music. Brady gripped the bar over her head and rocked against her, slowly, seductively, his cock pressing against her stomach.
Angling his head, he sank into her warm wet mouth as his other hand roamed her body, palming her curves. Her passionate kiss fueled his hunger. Relinquishing her mouth, he moved to her neck, burying his face in the hollow of her throat to savor the warmth of her skin there. Her fingers smoothed his hair from his face, and she began pressing against him, igniting his body to a near boil.
Her whimpers of pleasure urged him on. He pulled her bra down over her full breasts and greedily drew one pebbled nub into his mouth. She shivered under his touch. His mouth moved lower. His fingers dipped into her pussy. He pressed into her heat and found her hotter than a raging inferno.
“Jesus, you’re wet, babe.”
Dropping to his knees, he probed her opening. When she pushed her cunt against his face, he pinned her hips to the pole with his mouth, his tongue toying with her clit. His growl rumbled in his throat as he lapped harder. “I can never get enough of you, Megan.” Emotions thickened his voice.
She writhed and moaned and shook beneath his invading mouth. “I can’t seem to get enough of you, either, Brady.” He heard the longing in her voice. “I need you inside me. Now,” she said.
With that, he climbed to his feet, quickly sheathed himself and drove his cock into her plush softness. She wrapped her legs around him, her thighs hugging his waist as he slammed her against the pole.
Her hands snaked around his neck, her nails raking over his skin before plowing through his hair. She held him close as he ravished her.
“I love the way you fuck me,” she whispered into his ear.
“That’s good, because I love fucking you,” he said, surprised that he could actually speak. As her tight heat surrounded him, he could barely think—he could only feel.
Her breath came quicker, and he could feel pressure building in her body before it came to a peak. “I love the way you come all over my cock.” The second the words left his mouth, he felt her hot flow of release. She shuddered, threw her head back, and screamed out his name. Her cunt gripped his cock harder with each rippling pulse of release. Tension grew in his body, his own explosion closing in on him.
“That’s it, baby. Let everyone know you’re mine.” He powered his hips forward, driving impossibly deeper, giving it to her hard, the way she liked, as he doused the flames inside her. A moment later his balls tightened and he shot his come high inside her quivering pussy.
“Mmmm, that feels so good, Brady.” Megan tilted her head back and met his eyes. Heart still beating in a mad cadence, he smiled at her. She squeezed her pussy muscles, milking him.
He growled and emptied himself into her. “Damn, you’re good at that.”
After a long, comfortable moment of silence, he eased out of her and lowered her to her feet. Cradled in his arms, they stood there, holding each other. He exhaled a slow breath and wet his dry lips.
“Megan.”
“Who?” she asked, teasing him.
He chuckled. Guess he really did fuck her so hard and so thorough she forgot her own name.
“You’re full of surprises, Megan. Tonight I was going to take it slow with you and drive you mad with lust, but you turned the tables on me.” When she gave a contented sigh, he said, “I do love the way you dance.”
“Hey, you still owe me a private dance.”
“Soon, babe, soon. Right now let’s grab a soda. I’m parched.”
“Okay,” she whispered.
After they cleaned up and dressed, he guided her into the kitchen and grabbed two sodas from the fridge. He handed one to Megan and twisted the cap off his. He heard her grunt and whisper something under her breath.
“What are you doing, sweetheart?”
“I’m trying to get this damn cap off my bottle of soda.” She handed it to him. “Damn thing’s too tight.”
“What’s with you and screw caps anyway?” He twisted it off and handed it back.
She took a drink and said, “They are not my friends.”
“Why?” he asked, amused.
She waved a dismissive hand. “It’s silly. You don’t want to hear it.”
“Sure, I do.”
“Fine then.” She let out a low breath and got right to the point, the way she normally did. “When I was a teen, I had a dog named Banjo.”
His brow knitted together and he couldn’t keep the amusement from his voice. “Banjo?”
“Yeah, Banjo.” She crinkled that cute little nose of hers. “Listen, do you want to hear this story or not?”
“Okay, okay.” He smiled and shook his head. “I’m sorry. Continue.”
“Well, Banjo wasn’t the cutest dog on the block, and one day, while we were out for a walk, we ran into the neighborhood bully.” She drew in air, and under her breath, she murmured, “I hated that guy.”
“And?”
“And the jerk kicked Banjo.”
Brady winced. “I’m sorry.”
“So was he. I slugged him right in the face and broke his nose.” She slammed her fist into her palm, mimicking the action.
“You did?”
“Damn right, I did.”
He laughed and dropped a kiss on her mouth. “Like I said before Megan, I love how you don’t hold back.”
“Oh trust me, I didn’t hold anything back, but I broke my hand doing it.” She held her hand out to examine it.
“Jesus.”
Her laugh was silky when she resumed her story. “I know. I was an active teen, and later in the week, I had a track meet that I didn’t want to miss. So with the help of my buddy Cody, we cut the cast off. Then I went around pretending my hand was okay. Not my smartest move because it never healed right and now I have no strength in it. My left hand isn’t much better.”
He took a moment to visualize his feisty Megan slugging some guy. “Remind me never to piss you off.”
She shot Jag a glance. He was sound asleep on his blanket. “I don’t think you’re about to kick any dogs, Brady.”
“You’re right about that. And if anyone ever hurt Jag, they’d be lucky to walk away with only a broken nose.”
“I’d help you, too,” she added. Then her voice hitched and she said, “Speaking of help, I want to let you know I’ve arranged for a van to help us transfer the food from the firehouse to the banquet hall.”
He slipped his hands around her waist and cradled her ass in his palms. “Good. I meant to ask you about that. But I had other more important matters on my mind.”
“And in your hands,” she said, grinning. She glanced at the clock. “I really should be getting back.”
He hated that she had to go. He’d like nothing more than to talk with her until the wee hours of the morning. “I guess I’ll see you here bright and early Saturday morning, then.”
“Yeah, I’ll be here at the crack of dawn. We have a lot to do.”
“Maybe you
should sleep here with me so you’re already here bright and early.”
She chuckled softly. “Sleep? Brady, I suspect sleep is the last thing we’d be doing. Besides, it will be my last night with Cassie before she gets married and we’re all going to have a quiet girls’ night in, so I need to be there.”
“I understand.” He did understand but that didn’t mean he had to like it. He walked her to her car and saw her in safely. “I’ll see you soon, sweetheart.”
“Brady.” He heard the turmoil in her voice and knew he was getting to her. In whispered words full of emotion, she said, “I’ll see you soon.”
SIX
Except “soon” couldn’t come fast enough for Megan because everything in her mourned Brady’s absence. The soft tenor of his voice had filled her with a bone-deep warmth like she’d never before experienced. She ached to feel his arms around her again, to have him hold her, to feel the connection. Oh God, what had she gone and gotten herself into? Pushing those thoughts to the back of her mind, she made her way back to Cassie’s.
A short while later, after the party had died down, Megan gratefully crawled into bed. Although she was exhausted, her mind raced to the sexy, fantasy-worthy firefighter who made her feel things she’d sworn she’d never feel again. When she finally fell asleep, her dreams were filled with images of Brady: talking to him, cooking with him, sharing meals with him, walking Jag with him, and making sweet, passionate, meaningful love with him.
Hours later she awoke to a rush of activities. Friday passed by in a flurry of last-minute wedding preparations, and before she knew it, Saturday, the day of the big wedding, was upon her.
She soon found herself standing in the firehouse with Brady at her side as they put the finishing touches on the chocolate mousse. Completely covered in icing, sugar, and chocolate, Megan brushed her hands together and turned to face Brady.
She said in excitement, “It looks like we did it!”
Brady grabbed her and spun her around. “We sure did.”
She glanced at the food. “Everything looks fantastic.”
