Blended (Redemption #1)

by Sasha Brümmer

  I shake my head and turn around in his arms, my eyes watering up at the thought of not going all the way with him tonight. We both need this to seal our relationship and to heal our unclosed wounds.

  He takes in a deep breath through his nose before placing his lips on mine and speaking. “Do you trust me?”

  “Implicitly.”

  “I’m clean,” he tells me.

  “I am too. I got tested after . . .” I don’t finish my sentence because I don’t want to bring up the other night at the bar.

  “Are you on the pill?”

  “I had an implant inserted two years ago.”

  His lips find mine again, and he smiles before lifting me up and carrying me back to the bed. He sets me down, and I push all of the comforters and blankets off of the bed. The only thing that I want to feel is him.

  “I’ve never gone bare before.”

  “I wish that I could say the same thing.”

  “Don’t think about it, Rye.”

  I lie back on the bed as he moves his body over mine, the tip of his cock pressing against my thigh.

  “Slow at first, and then I’m going to give it to you.”

  I nod, wanting the same thing as him, if not more.

  He reaches between us and takes his cock into his hand. I watch him pump himself twice before he positions his head at my entrance, but instead of pushing in, he circles my clitoris with his erection, and I moan loudly, wanting more, so much more.

  He leans down and takes my lips as he lines himself up. He doesn’t rush this moment or slam it in as most men would, but he slowly sinks his length into me, and he doesn’t stop until he’s fully seated inside of me.

  “Wade—”

  He hisses through his teeth as he buries his face in the crook of my neck. I can’t help but love his reaction to me and my need is to fill every single want that he has.

  “You belong to me now, Hads. Just me. Always me.”

  I sink my teeth into his muscular shoulder as he starts to move in and out of me at a slow pace, both of us losing ourselves in the penetrating hunger and adoration.

  The tightness in my chest has nothing to do with the physical exertion and everything to do with having fallen completely in love with this man.

  “Yours,” I moan out as he slowly but continually hits my sweet spot. His skin against mine creates a kind of friction that I’ve not yet felt before, and I want more of it.

  More of him.

  More of us.

  There is no barrier between us as I slide myself in and out of her at an even, ball-twisting pace. I’m struggling with the urge to pull her to the edge of the bed, where I can leverage my feet and fuck her until she’s speechless.

  “Wade . . .” she cries as her breath catches in her throat. “I . . . as much as I love this . . . I want . . . I need you to fuck me.”

  This woman is going to destroy me.

  “Thank fuck,” I say as I pull out of her and tug her body to the side of the bed where she leans up on her elbows to watch me re-enter her perfectly creamed-up sex.

  I slide in gently and pull out once before I start to increase the force of my thrusts.

  “Holy shit,” she yells out as I rock into her repeatedly. I wrap my hand around a handful of her hair and hold her in place as I drill my cock into her slick tightness. She squeezes my cock, and I groan in pleasure. I pause long enough to flip her over, which gets her to slide her legs off of the bed and hold onto the edge of it. She stands before me with her ass pressing against my cock, begging me for more. I grab hold of her hair again and tilt her head to the side until I’m able to see the expression on her face as I sink into her once again.

  “Wade,” she whimpers softly as her voice trembles.

  Her pussy clenches around me again, and I can tell that she’s a breath away so I move my hand from her hip and circle my thumb around her sweet spot, applying pressure to where she needs it the most as I watch her ass bounce with each thrust into her. The room is filled with our heavy breathing and the slapping of skin.

  “Yes—”

  “I’ve got you,” I say as I lean forward and whisper in her ear. Her entire body stiffens underneath mine as she succumbs to her orgasm as a quick breath leaves her lips. I watch her slight frame shake with wave after wave; her mouth is open in a wordless cry as I continue to slam into her until I find my release.

  A guttural growl leaves me as my balls tighten, and black spots begin to fill my vision, and I spill into her bare pussy, filling her up, finally doing what I’ve needed to do for months. She takes me, drinks me in as she whimpers.

  I still behind her as I lock her almost-limp body in my arms, ensuring that she doesn’t fall to the ground as our bodies attempt to come down from their highs.

  “Wade,” she says under her breath after a few moments when neither of us dares to move, fearing that this might be a wet dream.

  “Hads.”

  I slowly pull my still-hard length out of her, and she pushes herself up before turning to face me. I pull her closer by placing my hand on the small of her back. The smile that she gives me breaks into my soul as she wraps both of her arms around my neck.

  “That was worth every single torturous second that I needed you.”

  I grin and nuzzle into her hair. “I agree. Will you allow me to clean you up?”

  Her eyes meet mine as she purses her lips before nodding in agreement. We walk to the bathroom, hand in hand, before I lift her up onto the ledge of the raised bathtub.

  “Whiskey, you need to stop lifting me up. If you hurt yourself again, the chances of your healing and being able to do that to me again are exceedingly slim.”

  I pause at her words before taking her lips. “I’ll stop . . . for now.”

  I start the warm water and grab a washcloth from the top of the pile placed at the side of the bath. I wet it and then kneel down between her legs and slowly, starting at her ankle, I run the warm cloth up her skin. Our combined orgasms have left a trail that reaches just above her knee, and I grin to myself.

  “You’re even more attractive when you’re dirty.”

  Her giggle causes me to look up at her, and she sends a hundred and one feelings through my system at once. She’s my ultimate fantasy, and I’m kneeling between her pale white and bruised legs. I glance up at her swollen pink pussy between her thighs once I’ve cleaned her off and lay a kiss on her there before standing up and offering her my hand. “Come.”

  I lead her back to bed and pull her against me. I’m unbelievably worn out after the first round. I’m unsure if it was her or if my surgery has affected my ability to keep going, but I know that after an hour’s worth of sleep, she better be ready to go again.

  Less than an hour later, I wake up to a stiff back after my night with Hadley. I fling my arm out from underneath the comforter to turn off the six o’clock alarm. Hadley groans from her position beside me. I peel my eyes open and glance down to see her, but she has the comforter completely covering her. I chuckle and grab my phone, unlocking it and bring up the camera. I sit up and squeeze her hip.

  “Good morning, gorgeous,” I tell her close to her ear and lean back. She shifts and groans again before pulling the comforter halfway down her face as I position myself over her. When she sees the phone in my hand, she grabs the white comforter and pulls it up over her eyes.

  I take the picture and toss my phone over to her side of the bed before I lean down and kiss her neck. “I need to get ready for work.”

  “No, you need to stay in bed with me,” she says as she throws the comforter off of her top half, exposing her bare breasts to me.

  “You’re making it difficult not to.”

  “Good,” she says as I climb off of the bed and place my lips to her temple.

  “I’ll order room service before I shower.”

  “Coffee,” she mumbles.

  I chuckle and pick up the phone in the room and order a variety of things for breakfast before heading into the bathroom t
o shower once I’ve texted Jacobs.

  Forty-five minutes later, I walk out of the bathroom to a sleeping Hadley, a clean suit from Jacobs, and breakfast laid out on the coffee table.

  Once I’m dressed, I walk to the side of the bed and pull the comforter from her head so I’m able to see her. “Are you cold?” I ask as I skim my lips across hers.

  She stirs and stretches out on the bed before wrapping her arms around my neck and smiling up at me. “A little. You look good.” Her eyes close again, and I kiss her once more.

  “I need to get to the office and meet with my lawyers. Stay as long as you need to.”

  “Thank you,” she mumbles and lets go of me before turning over and pulling the comforter up over her face again.

  I grab my phone and leave quietly while she falls asleep again, and I make my way out to meet Jacobs.

  At noon, my phone vibrates, but instead of waiting for my meeting to be through, I slide it out of my pocket and open the image that Hadley just sent me. Once it opens I clear my throat and adjust my now-hard cock in my slacks. She’s taken a picture of herself in front of a full-length mirror in the hotel, completely naked.

  I miss you is written underneath it before another picture of her comes through. When I open it this time, I’m more prepared to find her in a similar position in front of the mirror, but this time, she has the phone over her shoulder and the image is of her naked back and perfectly shaped ass.

  You’re distracting me from a rather important meeting, Rye. You’re beautiful.

  My cock twitches as I think about bending her over and taking her from behind again while she rests her palms against the cool mirror.

  It’s a healthy distraction, though.

  I chuckle as I type out my response to her: That it is. I attach the image that I took of her this morning and hit send.

  What! When did you take that?

  The group in front of me keeps glancing over in my direction as I respond to her: This morning when you were half asleep.

  Fine. You can keep it, but I’m going to need something dirty from you in return.

  “Mr. Brass, if you’ll excuse my saying so, this project needs your approval before we are able to move ahead with it.”

  I snap my head in the direction of the woman who spoke. “I’m well aware of my obligations. This meeting is adjourned, and you no longer have my approval for your revamp.”

  I stand and button my suit jacket as she rises to her feet to challenge me, but Adriana steps in once I’ve texted her and lets everyone know that she will be emailing them the minutes before the end of the day. I stride out of the conference room and down the hallway to my office.

  You’re going to get me in trouble, gorgeous.

  I take a seat at my desk and email Adriana to have my lunch delivered when my phone starts to ring. I look down at the caller ID before answering.

  “Isla.”

  “Hey, Brass. I’m sorry that I couldn’t make your meeting this morning. I overslept.”

  “You should consider yourself lucky that you’re more than an employee of Brass Global to me.”

  “Possibly. I wanted to find out how you were doing after the incident with Hadley. Are you still going to come by Blended tonight for the members’ Christmas Invitational?”

  “Possibly. Hadley came by the office last night and . . .” I pause, thinking about sinking into her sweetness.

  “And,” she prompts.

  “We’re together again.”

  “Finally, Brass. You two have been giving me whiplash.”

  “I won’t apologize.”

  “I never expected that you would. Let me know if you are coming tonight.”

  “Of course. I need to respond to a few urgent emails. I’ll speak to you later.”

  “Okay, bye, Waylon.”

  I hit the end call button and read Hadley’s text message: Don’t complain. I love you, Waylon Brass.

  My chest tightens as I read it over once more before replying to her: As I you.

  I had an appointment with the same doctor that tended to me after Wade found me in the bar that afternoon. He said that he was pleased with how I recovered from the sedative and to follow up with my personal physician. Apparently, Jacobs was instructed to stay by my side today because he’s been driving me around and waiting patiently for me, instead of going back to Wade.

  “Colin, you really don’t need to follow me around all day. The doctor just cleared me.”

  “I’m following orders, Miss Rye.”

  I frown and get into the back of the BMW and fish out my phone to see an awaiting text from Wade: I’m taking you out tonight. Be ready by eight.

  Squirming in the seat on the way back to my apartment, I wonder what he might have in mind this time around. When we arrive, I thank Colin and head inside.

  “Lo? Are you home?”

  She pops her head around the corner of the kitchen wall. “Hey, where have you been? We were supposed to grab lunch.”

  “Oh shit. I’m so sorry, I completely forgot.”

  “It’s not a big deal. I was just concerned. You’re okay, right?” She glances at me before going back to unloading the dishwasher and I take a seat at the kitchen island.

  “I’m perfect.”

  “Oh?” She seems surprised by my choice of words. “Well, good. Where did you disappear to last night by the way? Holden and I were worried, but you wouldn’t answer our calls.”

  “I went to see Wade.”

  “And?”

  I can’t help the smile that stretches across on my face. “I think that we’re going to be okay.”

  She tilts her head to the side, her gaze rolling down the top half of my body. “You finally fucked him, didn’t you?”

  I chew my lip, contemplating whether to tell her or not. “I mean . . .”

  “You so did,” she squeals and runs around the island to throw her arms around me. “What does it mean? Are you just going to fuck him or are you two like an actual couple? It wasn’t too soon for you after what happened with that douche, was it?”

  When she’s done rambling, she grabs a bottle of cabernet sauvignon and pours two glasses of wine and hands one to me.

  “We’re together, Lo. As in, he’s mine. And no, it wasn’t too soon. For me, it made me realize that regardless of my past and what I’ve been through, I’m still worth more than what Lawson and those men made me out to be. He cherished me last night, and I won’t ever forget it.”

  She holds up her glass to me and beams. “To my best friend and her gorgeous billionaire stud.”

  I laugh with her and reach for my glass before clinking it with hers. “To my boyfriend.”

  My phone goes off, and I reach for it, but Lo snags it off of the counter before I can, and she reads a text out loud: “I’ll be introducing you to some of Chicago’s best and brightest this evening. If you need something to wear, I’ll send Jacobs with the car and my card. I love you.”

  “Oh no, he doesn’t,” she stabs and holds her index finger up to me. “I have the perfect outfit for you to wear.”

  I’m almost shocked that she didn’t mention anything about the last part of the message. Surely she knows how I’ve felt about being in love over the years.

  “Would you quit stealing my phone when he texts?” I lean over the island and take it back from her, then read over his message before I reply: Apparently, Lola has something that she wants me to wear. Is it formal?

  He must be waiting for my response with his phone in hand because his response is immediate: Semi-formal. I’ll be by once I’m done at the office. I need to be inside of you before this evening.

  Blood rushes through my body at the thought of getting naked with him again. I can’t wait. I reply and hit send just as Lola comes back into the kitchen, holding up a snow-white evening gown with long sleeves and an open back. I gasp and toss my phone onto the island as I hop off of the stool.

  “You’ll let me wear this?”

  “Are you kidd
ing me? Of course, I will. Especially if it’s a function that Waylon Brass himself is hosting.”

  I throw my arms around her and squeeze her before holding up the dress to my frame. “Do you think that it will fit?”

  “I’m sure it will, and if it doesn’t, then I’ll do some alterations on it. Go try it on with those black pumps you own.”

  After I’ve tried it on with my heels, Lola takes it to make a few adjustments so it will sit snugly around me as I finish up my hair and makeup.

  I’m seated in front of the vanity in a matching pair of white lace underwear with a pair of sheer nude stockings on when there’s a knock on my door. “I’m not dressed. Give me a second.”

  The door opens and I swing my head around as I add a bobby pin to my updo. My eyes find Wade dressed in black slacks, a white button-down shirt, and a black textured vest with a black jacket hanging over his arm. My eyes scroll down his body as his run up mine.

  “Fuck, Hadley.”

  I stand for him as his eyes wander down my body. His steps toward me are deliberately slow. “Hi, Whiskey,” I offer him as I straighten my stockings on my thighs.

  “You’re breathtaking.” He places his jacket on the bench at the end of my bed before he reaches me and rings his arms around my bare waist.

  “You don’t clean up too bad yourself. Would you mind doing me a favor?”

  He clears his throat as Lola enters the room. “Hi, you two. Hads, we need to get you dressed.”

  “We do? What time is it?”

  “It’s eight-fifteen,” Wade says. “Something came up at the office, and I wasn’t able to leave when I wanted to.”

  I look up at him and trace his lips with my index finger before pressing mine to his. “It’s okay.”

  Lola lays the dress on my bed after steaming it. “I’ll let him help you,” she says, winking at me, and leaves us alone in my bedroom.

  “Other than the dress, what did you want me to help you with?”

  “Well, the dress is backless, which means that I’ll need to go braless. Would you mind taking it off?”

  His eyebrows shoot up as I turn my back to him. His warm fingers graze my back gently before reaching the clasp. With hasty movements, he undoes it and pulls the straps down my shoulders before placing his lips where the right strap used to be. “How am I supposed to concentrate this evening knowing that you don’t have much on underneath the dress?”