The Red Scot (A Curvy Girls Club Novel Book 1)

by Twyla Turner

  “Again?”

  “Aye. Again.”

  Bradyn rolled over onto his side and brought Payton with him. He hiked her leg up on his hip, wrapped his arm around her back, and kissed her passionately as he began to stroke into her. Payton held onto him as he took the lead to guide her through her second ever sexual encounter.

  It was turning out to be just as good as the first.

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Bradyn woke up from his light nap and looked down at Payton still wrapped up in his arms. She was out cold. He had worn her out and it was still early. It was time for dinner and he was definitely starving for more than just the ebony beauty entwined in his long limbs. He’d worked off a lot of calories with her and he’d trained before that.

  Slowly, he traced a finger up and over her shoulder, down her arm, and then across her back. He grinned as she snuggled closer. Her coffee, no cream skin was luminous like the smoothest satin. He marveled at how stunning she was and the stark contrast of their skin together. She truly was the Yin to his Yang.

  He’d thought that it would take a while for Payton to warm up to him sexually. That even if they did have sex, she wouldn’t respond well at first. He had been absolutely wrong.

  When he’d opened the door to his bathroom and found her pacing in front of his bed, he hadn’t been able to control his body’s reaction. He’d immediately gotten hard. And there was no way that he could hide an erection under a towel. She’d almost passed out when her eyes had journeyed curiously down to the terrycloth tent he’d been sporting. To top it off, his erection had risen in spite of the fact that he’d already rubbed one out in the shower. Bradyn had known that if he didn’t calm his traitorous body, he was going to be walking around with a hard-on all night with her under his roof. So he’d decided to masturbate in the shower. Only for him to rise from the dead once again, like he hadn’t come like a freight train a few minutes before. He couldn’t have been happier when she had admitted that she wanted to have sex. Luckily, he had taken care of business or else he would’ve come just from going down on her or after only a few thrusts. That’s just how much she turned him on and how glorious she had felt wrapped around him.

  Sex with Payton was more incredible than he could’ve imagined. Bradyn was sure that being in love with her helped a lot. He’d only been in love with one other girl, Becca. But she hadn’t known it. They’d only been friends. So all of the women he’d slept with in the past had been flings. The sex, impersonal. In all honesty, he’d always thought that was the way sex was supposed to be. He hadn’t known any better. Payton was opening up a whole new experience for him.

  Bradyn leaned his head down and kissed her temple. “I love ye, lass,” he whispered softly against her hair.

  “Mmm…I love you, too.” Payton mumbled half asleep.

  Bradyn grinned happily and his chest swelled to ten times its usual size. But something must have registered in her head a split second later. She popped up with a bewildered look on her face.

  “Did you say something? I didn’t say anything,” she blurted out, fully awake now.

  “Calm yerself, lass. I told ye, ‘I loved ye,’ though I wasna expecting ye to hear me. But if I think I heard correctly, ye did say, ye loved me too. I mean, ye were half asleep and delirious from all of the lovemaking I forced on ye and maybe ye dinna actually mean it. But if ye did, ye’d make me the happiest-”

  Payton cut off his nervous rambling as she awkwardly launched herself at him, making him fall back. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him on the lips.

  “I-I do love you,” she said softly against his mouth. “I actually didn’t hear you say it, so I thought I accidentally admitted it in my sleep.”

  “Either way, I’m glad ye said it. It’s a first for me.” Bradyn admitted and felt his face flush red.

  “For me, as well. Is it really possible to have the best/worst week of your life?” Payton looked down at him thoughtfully.

  “Aye, I suppose it is. Up until today, this week has been one of the worst for me as well. I thought ye were done with me. Please, dinna do that to me again. If something is wrong, tell me.” Bradyn demanded as he clutched either side of her face with his large hands. “Do ye hear me?”

  Payton nodded between his hands. Two loud growls rumbled in the quiet room.

  “Good. Now, let’s decide what we’re doing for dinner. I’m starving and if I heard yer stomach correctly, ye are too. Sounded like a couple of angry gnomes.

  ~~~

  Payton pulled on her t-shirt and skirt quickly, before scurrying into the bathroom. Her panties were a no-go. They were ruined from her earlier arousal and her bag was in the spare bedroom. She’d have to remember to grab some to pull on later.

  For now, she quickly cleaned the evidence of their lovemaking and her virginity from her thighs. Her stomach did flip flops just thinking about what they’d done. She understood everything now. Why the girls were so crazy about men. Why they loved sex so much. Why Mia was the way she was. Now that Payton knew, she didn’t think she could go back to being a prude. She was already craving the next time they had sex. She just hoped that it wouldn’t be too long.

  Maybe after dinner?

  She looked at herself in the mirror to make sure she looked halfway presentable. A wide smile spread across her face.

  Staring back at her was a rough, bedraggled version of herself. Her hair was in wild disarray. The ponytail and bangs she’d been wearing were now a bird’s nest. Her ponytail was cockeyed and her bangs were either stuck to her face from sweat in some spots or standing on end in others. Her eyelids were heavy and droopy from being completely sated. And her already plump lips looked swollen a couple sizes too big. She even spotted some love bites on her once smooth and unmarred ebony skin.

  There was no way that if any of the girls saw her, they’d say she had polite sex.

  Mia would be proud.

  Wrapped up in the security of Bradyn’s house and arms and words of love, Payton forgot about the dangers awaiting her outside. She didn’t want to think about some unknown man stalking her. This weekend was about carving out a little bit of peace for herself. Monday would come soon enough.

  Payton quickly redid her ponytail to a more presentable messy look and smoothed down her bangs. The rest she couldn’t do much about. And she had a feeling that Bradyn would want to see her sated eyes and kiss-swollen lips. So with that, she turned off the lights and headed for his kitchen.

  Bradyn was already there with nothing on but a pair of dark gray sweats. His hair stuck up in spots and his lips too were swollen from passionate kisses. Payton also spied some scratches and bites on his fair skin and she inwardly cringed at the knowledge that she was kind of wild in bed.

  Who knew?!

  “Alright, lass. It’s already seven-thirty and I’m entirely too hungry to try and cook a whole meal from scratch. So how about we order something?” Bradyn looked up at her and as usual, his piercing eyes made her breath hitch. His bare torso didn’t hurt either.

  “That’s fine.”

  “Good. Here are all the menus from all the nearby restaurants.” He spread out the menus on the white quartz countertop of his kitchen island. “If ye dinna mind, I’d love something with a lot of carbs and protein. I have te keep my weight up and we burned a lot of calories so far today. An’ I plan te burn more later.” He smirked and winked at her.

  “Uh…okay.” Payton looked away bashfully. “Let’s do Italian then. Meat and pasta.”

  “Sounds good.”

  Bradyn grabbed his phone off the counter and typed in the number. He ordered them what seemed like a meal for four. Payton just blinked in awe.

  “Some of it will be for tomorrow,” Bradyn informed her after getting off the phone and seeing her wide-eyed look.

  “Gotcha.” Payton squeezed her lips together to keep from laughing.

  “So…”

  “So…”

  “I wanted to ask ye something.”
r />   “Okay.”

  “I’d really love it if ye were willing to come to my next fight.”

  “You mean fight, as in, you getting in that cage thing and beating the crap out of another human being and he possibly beating the crap out of you too? As in, blood and swollen eyes and broken limbs?” Payton asked incredulously.

  “When ye put it like that, it sounds awful. But it isna that bad.”

  “No, I’m sure it’s worse.”

  “Come on, lass. It would mean a lot te me te have ye there, cheering me on.”

  Payton scrunched her face up in distaste, pushing her glasses up high.

  “I guess I could…IF!”

  “If what?”

  “If you come with me to Comic Con.”

  “Ye mean that big festival where comic book ner- I mean fans,” Bradyn quickly corrected himself at the look on her face, “get dressed up like their favorite characters and talk about sci-fi stuff?”

  “One and the same.” Payton folded her arms across her chest waiting for his response.

  “O-Okay,” he said hesitantly. “Do I have te dress up like a weirdo?”

  Payton gave him the squinty eye. “So you’re calling me a weirdo because I do plan to dress up, you know? And it’s called cosplay, by the way.”

  “No, lass. Yer no’ weird. I’ve seen some of the lasses dress up and it’s cute. I canna help but think grown men dressing up like fantasy characters is a little odd, though.”

  “Uh huh. And no, you don’t have to dress up, if you don’t want to. But if I have to go watch you fight, you have to stand next to me at Comic Con in whatever costume I decide on. Deal?” Payton held out her hand.

  “Deal.” Bradyn took her soft hand in his rough one and shook it gently. Then he pulled her until she leaned across the island and then kissed her soundly before releasing her with a sly grin. “Now, let’s Netflix and Chill.”

  “Hmm…even in my minimal experience, I’ve heard of Netflix and Chill from the girls. How much Netflixing will we be doing versus Chilling?”

  “Weel, it depends on how fast ye eat.” Bradyn winked. “Ye eat fast enough and Netflix will be watching us as I Chill in and out of ye all over my couch.”

  Even though he was being silly and playful, Bradyn’s words sent shivers of anticipation from her head to her toes. Payton tried to calm her racing pulse as she watched him grab two beers out of the refrigerator. He handed her one and then led her over to the couch.

  “What would ye like to watch?”

  “How do you feel about zombies?” Payton watched the screen as he scrolled through all the movies and television shows.

  “I like them well enough. Why? What were ye considering?”

  “How about The Walking Dead? I never really got into it, but always wanted to.”

  “The Walking Dead it is.”

  Their food arrived before the first episode ended. They paused the show and quickly made their plates and sat back on the couch ready to dig in and continue the show. It was at the beginning of the third episode after their meal was finished and settled a bit when Bradyn’s hand made its way to Payton’s thigh.

  He pushed up her skirt slightly and drew circles against her skin. Her smooth skin prickled with goosebumps as his swirling finger journeyed higher up her leg. She still wasn’t wearing any panties and she could feel her sex grow slick with want.

  Once he got to the top of her thigh, his hand glided down towards the apex of her legs. Payton opened for him without hesitation. Her thighs spread eagerly, awaiting his touch. When his index finger touched her drenched folds, she cried out and he growled.

  “Fuck, lass! Yer killing me.”

  Bradyn pulled his hand away and quickly ripped his sweats down, releasing his hardened cock. Then he reached over, clutched her hips and pulled her onto his lap. He quickly grasped the base of his thick erection and positioned it at her entrance. Payton sank down on him gladly. She was still tender from their first two rounds, but she didn’t care as she threw back her head and gasped. The feel of him filling her whole outweighed any pain she was feeling.

  Bradyn pushed up her shirt, pulled it over her head, and tossed it to the side. She was left in nothing but her skirt that acted as a curtain, covering up their intimate connection. His hands held and caressed her breasts gently. The rough pads of his thumbs circled her nipples and made them stand at attention. He pressed them close together so that he could feast on one nipple and then quickly move to the other. His tongue circled and flicked at her dark chocolate buds as he rolled his hips up into her. Payton gripped his shoulders and used them as leverage as she rose and fell on his cock. She didn’t know if she was doing it right, but Bradyn’s face and noises escaping his mouth seemed to say that she was. He released her breasts to clutch her hips. He held her in place as he pumped into her rapidly. Payton felt that beautiful tension grow deep in her belly, but Bradyn had other plans.

  He shot up from the couch with her still in his arms. He walked over to the arm of the couch and let her feet slide to the floor.

  “Kneel on the arm of the couch with yer ass facing me,” Bradyn commanded.

  Payton didn’t question him. He hadn’t led her in the wrong direction yet, so she knew that whatever was coming would more than likely be pleasurable. She held onto the back of the couch to steady herself as she put each knee on the arm.

  “Now, bend over.” His gruff voice reached her ears.

  She bent forward and felt his hands caress the globes of her ass. She felt exposed as cool air hit the heated slickness of her arousal. He rubbed the head of his shaft through her folds and then slapped it against her hardened clit. Payton pushed her ass back, seeking him. Ready to be filled with him. Bradyn didn’t deny her. He positioned himself at her entrance, gripped her hips, and slammed into her.

  “Bradyn!” Payton screamed.

  Her thighs immediately began to shake. It was the deepest he had been thus far. The curve of his cock hit a new spot within her that sent decadent sensations throughout her entire being.

  He eased out slowly and then plunged back in again. Bradyn leaned over her and growled in her ear.

  “Arch yer back for me.” Payton hunched her back and he grabbed her ponytail and pulled her head back. “No, lass. Arch it downward.”

  Payton curved her back down and his hand slid underneath her chin and wrapped around her neck gently as he held her head back against his chest.

  “Aye. That’s it, lass.” He whispered against her ear and sent a shiver down her spine.

  Bradyn eased out of her weeping cleft and rolled his hips on an inward thrust. With the arch of her back, it sent him in at a slightly different angle and they both called out their pleasure.

  “Aaaaah!” She cried.

  “F…uck!” He barked.

  He wrapped both hands around her neck, pulling her head back against him. He rested his chin against her forehead and began a brutal pace. Payton thought the position would be uncomfortable with her whole body arched back, but all she could feel was the toe-curling thrusts of his cock hitting a spot that was making her eyes roll to the back of her head.

  She felt every ripple of her backside and the sway of her breasts as he pumped into her. She heard the arousing smack of their skin meeting and the wet suction of her pussy swallowing him whole. Payton could smell their scent, the smell of sex in the air. It was sensory overload. And that newly discovered sixth sense, the sexual one, was quickly building within her womb.

  The tension kept building and when Payton didn’t think she could take much more, Bradyn moved his left hand down underneath her to her sex and circled her clit. Stars burst behind her eyelids and her body shattered. Desperate cries spilled past her plump lips and her arms and legs gave out on her.

  Payton collapsed onto the couch. Her face laid against the cushion with her ass up in the air. She felt Bradyn smooth a calloused hand down her spine as he entered her again. She realized that he hadn’t finished yet. Her tender core fluttere
d around him with orgasmic aftershocks. This time he moved slowly, rolling his hips into her.

  Savoring her.

  Soon she felt the swell run through his thick shaft and he shouted out her name. She felt the continued ripples and following spurts of his climax soaking her walls.

  “I swear, I canna get enough of ye.” Bradyn panted.

  “Mmm…” was all the response Payton could get out.

  Bradyn grabbed a napkin off of the coffee table. He slid his softened penis from her quivering cleft and pressed the napkin to her before his cum got everywhere.

  “Hold this, Payton and I’ll be right back.”

  “K.”

  Payton held the napkin to her and sunk down onto the couch like a limp noodle. A few minutes later, she felt him brush her hand out of the way. He removed the napkin and a warm wet washcloth touched her skin. He cleaned her up and Payton hissed a little when the towel touched a particularly tender spot.

  “I’m sorry, lass. I’ll try to let ye recover a bit before I make love to ye again.” Bradyn said sweetly.

  Payton just nodded her head slowly. Sleep was quickly catching up to her. She felt strong arms lift her up and cradle her against a warm solid chest. She propped her head against his chest and heard his steady heartbeat, the sound lulling her to sleep. She vaguely felt him lower her to the soft bed and him pulling off her skirt before helping her get under the covers.

  She finally fell into a deep sleep when those same arms and chest cocooned her from behind.

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  It is done.

  Payton smiled and pressed send. She knew it wouldn’t be long before she’d get the pings of incoming messages from her group text. Sure enough, within seconds she heard her Mario Brothers chime, signaling that she had a new text. Before she could even swipe the screen to open her phone, two more alerts went off.

  Kennedy: