“Can I get you something to drink?”
Brady’s voice startled her. Since he’d entered her life all she’d done is daydream.
Her father would not have approved. However, every one needed a dream, or life wasn’t worth living.
“Sure. You have any red wine? I’m in the mood for red instead of white.”
“I certainly do. You want to come to the wine cellar and pick one?”
“This place even has a wine cellar?” she asked.
“Sure, and a sauna and a Jacuzzi tub. Tennis court and swimming pool out back.”
“And you said this isn’t going to be your permanent home?”
He shrugged his shoulders. “I’m thinking maybe it will be. Follow me.”
Brady led her through the kitchen. Wow, hers would fit into this place four times.
“You like to cook?” she asked him.
“When I’m in the mood.”
He flicked on a light and opened back a door. She followed him into another area. They went down some steps and into what looked like a wine store. Bottles lined all the walls.
“The previous owner, an actor, sold it to me and threw in some bottles of wine with the price.”
Brady switched on an overhead light.
“Actor? A famous one?” asked Jenna.
“A-lister, but he made me promise I wouldn’t reveal his identity.”
“Really?”
Brady nodded. “Lots of them have homes around here. They’ve pushed up the price of real estate in these parts. Let’s take a look for a good red wine.”
Brady fingered some of the bottles, pulling out one or two and reading the labels.
“I heard this was a great year for red wines in France.”
He held it up to show her the black bottle with a red label.
“Then I’ll try that.”
“Now I’m in the mood for some red wine, too. Maybe I’ll grab a couple and I won’t have to come back down here again.”
They walked back into the kitchen. Jenna saw Brady’s dance shoes cleaned and shiny, and smiled. The other night they’d been splattered with slush and dirt.
“Are you learning all the ballroom dances, or just the tango? Which I have to say, it looked like you’d nailed it.”
“Nope, I still have to get my moves right. So far I’ve learned the waltz, the quick step and the jive.”
“Wow. Where are you planning to use all your new skills?”
“Social events … maybe.” He un-popped the cork and poured her a glass of wine. “Let’s take these and go sit in front of the fire.”
That sounded heavenly. She walked behind him. He switched on the fire and flames instantly danced around the artificial logs.
“You mind if I sit on the floor to drink this?” asked Jenna.
“Make yourself at home. In fact, I might even join you.”
Brady sat beside her and they sipped the wine.
“Whoever the A-Lister was, he had great taste in wine,” said Jenna.
“Probably an assistant or someone chose it. Pampered bunch of people.”
Jenna leaned sideways and rested her face on chin on her hand. “This is a beautiful home,” she said, looking up at the chandelier that was bigger than her entire living room. Sparkling lights from its crystals played on the ceiling.
“Yeah. I have lot of space and I like being out in the middle of nowhere. I can run whenever I want, too.”
“My father used to have a hunting cabin on the other side of Kalispell.”
“I don’t hunt and I hope you don’t either,” said Brady.
She shook her head. David never had either, and her father should have left it at that. “No, I don’t,” she said. “I’m more the stay at home and read a good book type of girl.”
Brady smiled. “This house even has a library. If you want to wander up there later and take a look around, you’re welcome to take any book you want.”
“Stocked by the A-Lister like the wine cellar?”
“Some of them, sure, but most are my own collection. Someone told me to invest in first editions. I’ve always loved books and it made sense.” Brady moved to his side and also rested his chin on his hands. Handsome, sexy, intellectual.
What more could a woman ask for in a baby daddy?
“What was it you wanted to ask me? You said you needed a favor?”
Jenna thought it would be easy to just ask if she could use his sperm for her IVF. No strings attached, and he wouldn’t have to pay child support. No obligation to either her or the baby. She circled the rim of the wine glass with her index finger, the noise singing out in the sudden silence in the room.
Suddenly she couldn’t bring herself to do it. What if he said no? Their client-attorney relationship would be strained. He might even take his business elsewhere and he’d every right to that. She couldn’t risk it.
“I was wondering if you’d like to stop by my house for drinks on Christmas Day. It will just be me and my brother.”
“I’d love to. I’d like to meet your brother.”
Now what had she done? She’d have to prepare him for David. And how would David react to a complete stranger stopping by?
“That’s great,” she said.
He poured her more wine. Her face was flushed from being close to the fire. The wine was making her sleepy and a little horny, too.
She reached out and ran her fingers over his face, loving the feel of the stubble on his chin. Without saying a word he reached over and began to unbutton her blouse. So slowly and so precisely, in a way only he could. She welcomed the sudden coolness that hit her chest when all the buttons were open. Brady traced the outline on the lace of her bra. Her nipples responded by turning hard and strained against the lace.
It was his lucky night, or maybe it was hers, because she was wearing one of the bras that opened at the front, and not the back. She wondered if he realized that, but she got her answer.
He unclasped it, her boobs suddenly free and hanging, ready for his attention.
Brady took the weight of the right one in his hand, held it and then brushed his finger across the nipple. Shit, that felt so good. Jenna put her wine glass down and dipped her finger into it. She wiped it across her nipples.
“Is that an invitation?” asked Brady.
“If you want it to be.”
She lay flat on her back as he shadowed over her body. His head went lower. His tongue made one swipe across her nipple, and then across the other one.
“Boobs that produce wine. You’re one of a kind,” he said, dripping more wine on them.
This time he sucked her nipples, making them pucker and ache. He reached up under her skirt and pulled on her pantyhose.
“What have I told you about these? You know I hate them.”
“Sorry I didn’t think we’d be doing this.”
He yanked them down her legs and then put his hand back underneath her skirt for her panties. She lifted her butt, allowing him to free them from her hips and thighs. He unzipped her skirt and pulled that away, too. Brady passed his fingers over her curls as she reached for the wine glass and dipped her finger again. This time she swiped her folds and pussy entrance with it.
“Another invitation?” he asked.
He spread her legs and put his head between them, quickly lapping at her opening, pressing his tongue inside and exciting her in ways she didn’t think could be possible. Her belly quivered and her thighs shook as his tongue snaked over her folds and then her clit. He took it between the very front portion of his lips and flicked it with his tongue.
Oh yes, nothing like a little clit action to make her lose all her common sense.
“You know, Brady, you won’t need a rubber this time around because I’m on the Pill.”
He looked at her like he’d just been told his money had doubled. His eyes narrowed and he smiled.
“That’s music to my ears. I hate those things.”
Shit, she was lying. Being stupid, tryin
g to get pregnant without his permission. This wasn’t her. She’d never been like this, but she wanted his baby. She guessed he wasn’t the marriage and white picket fence type of guy, and if she missed this opportunity, she’d never forgive herself.
He stood and unzipped his pants, and dragged them down his legs. Next, he pulled down his boxers and kicked them away from his ankles. His cock stood up on his belly.
In one elegant and swift movement he was down on the floor again, between her outstretched legs, and then he entered her. Nothing between them this time. Brady began thrusting inside her. She glanced momentarily at the fire, the black rug she was on, a handsome man moving over her. It was every women’s dream to conceive like this.
Chapter Ten
This was just like being with a shifter women. No awful rubber constricting his dick. He could feel her pussy. Its tightness, its heat. Each of its wonderful crevices inviting him in deeper.
Correct his first thought. This wasn’t like being with a shifter. This was better.
Jenna brought her legs up over his butt, pulling in some more, exciting his cock and almost making him lose it right there. He’d gain his control back. He needed to last so he could thrill her, feel that channel tighten around him telling him she found him irresistible.
He stopped thrusting, leaned over and kissed her, allowing his cock to vibrate inside her. That should send her over the edge and get her ready for his grand finale. And oh boy, was it going to be grand.
Jenna groaned, bit his lip and groaned again. Her pussy gripped him and waves traveled through his dick as her tightness grabbed him. She groaned again and soon her pussy was almost squeezing the life out of him. He couldn’t last much longer. But not to worry, because the night was young. Brady began thrusting again, working up a sweat that dripped off his body and onto hers. Their bodies slapped against one another as she cried out and as her pussy clenched his cock again. He came, filling her with his sweet release.
Wow, that had been out of this world.
****
Jenna had never searched for a book while naked before. She ran her hands over the leather bindings. She put her nose on them. Something about books made her happy. Something about Brady and being in his house, made her happy. He’d said he was going for another run. It was no wonder he was in such good shape. Even if she liked jogging, she didn’t think she’d brave the cold or the darkness. She sunk her toes into the pile of the carpet. She hadn’t bothered to get dressed. The house was warm and cozy. Jenna was pretty sure they’d have sex again once he got back. In fact, she’d insist on it. She’d done the right thing. Yes, she’d lied, but it wasn’t as if she’d done it to trick him into marriage or would be demanding child support. If that was the case, doing what she had would have been wrong.
A wolf’s cry sang out, breaking the silence. She hoped Brady was being careful out there.
The door downstairs open and shut and figured he was back, and hopefully all in one piece. He’d been gone about forty-five minutes, and she still hadn’t chosen any books. She thought about taking one of two for David, but she wasn’t sure if he even was able to fully comprehend books any more. Footsteps outside the library told her Brady was back. He walked in with a bathrobe around him. He looked hot and sweaty. He smelled hot and sweaty, too.
“I’m just going to take a quick shower and I’ll be back with you. Glad to see you’re dressed appropriately.”
He winked at her. Even a simple gesture like that made her cream now. She resumed hunting for a few books to take home. She heard the shower running and Brady whistling, and then singing.
She smiled. He had a pretty good voice, but didn’t they say everyone sounded great in the shower? Something to do with the acoustics.
Maybe she’d try a mystery. The amazing thing was he had this place set up like an actual library with books grouped in their genres, and what category of non-fiction they fell under.
As she pulled one down from the shelf, Brady walked back in with the robe on, but open. He walked up behind her and pushed his body into hers. His cock hardened and pulsed against her crack. He kissed the side of her neck.
“Have you chosen any books yet?” he whispered close to her ear.
“Nope, I’ve been too busy touching and smelling them.”
“I thought I was the only person who did that.”
“I’ve finally met someone who understands what I’m talking about,” she said.
“Yeah, the smell is something else isn’t it? I love it when I get a scent of the paper as I turn the pages.”
“Me too.”
“That’s a good one,” he said, pointing to one on the middle shelf. “Great surprise ending.”
As she reached for the book, he put his hands over her breasts and squeezed. He kissed the nape of her neck. Brady moved his hands down over her belly and mound and then around down her crack. He slipped his super long middle finger into her channel.
“Is there ever a time you’re not hot and wet, and oh so ready for me?” he whispered before nibbling on her earlobe.
“You turn me on like no one else ever has.”
His cock jerked against her right buttock and before she knew it, he was deep within her pussy.
“I have to say I like the idea that I don’t have to sheath myself every time we do this. Long life birth control pills.”
Yeah, now she did feel sort of icky and deceitful.
“Something wrong? You’re usually squeezing the hell out of my dick by now.”
She purposely clenched her pussy muscles.
He slapped her butt. “Yeah, that’s more like it.”
Brady made a sawing motion, back and forth, back and forth. Jenna held on to the book shelf in front of her. He pulled her closer to his body, wrapped his arms around her and pushed his fingers through her curls until his middle finger met with her clit.
He massaged it, teased it, until it ached for more of his touch. He groaned in her ear and then was he biting the back of her neck? He was. His teeth were ever so gentle going into her skin. It didn’t hurt one bit. In fact, it turned her on. He played with her clit some more as he stopped moving and vibrated his cock within her, while continuing to playfully bite her neck.
Jenna pulled on the bookshelf, grateful it was anchored to the wall. A few books slipped to the floor and landed on her feet as she experienced the first orgasm.
She kissed Brady’s bicep, taking in his scent, something musky about it that made her want him more. Made her want to mate with him. How weird was that?
“Fuck Brady, oh no…”
It was one long climax. She sucked on his arm, groaned into it, and then he took away his finger from her clit and began thrusting.
She’d never heard him make noises like this before. Sort of grunting, panting…She was going crazy because she thought he sounded like a bear. Jenna slapped at the books in front of her, bringing more of them crashing down at their feet as she climaxed again.
Brady screamed out close to her ear and found his own release. The warmth spread though her pussy and she clenched her muscles tight so she could milk him some more.
He kissed the back of her neck.
“Looks like you’ve chosen lots of books,” he said.
“Any good ones among them?”
“How about I take you to bed and read one to you?”
“That sounds great because I’m suddenly sort of sleepy.”
****
He hoped Jenna didn’t think he was weird because he was reading to her. It was something he wanted to do. For them to share a story together. She lay against his chest in his room, in his bed. Until her, no woman had been invited into this bear’s inner sanctuary.
Brady sensed what might be happening here. He’d bitten the back of her neck while they’d had sex, which wasn’t a good sign. Well, not that it was bad per se, but bad for him. Doing that usually meant a shifter had found their mate.
“Read on. I want to know who’s following this guy,” s
aid Jenna.
He hadn’t realized he’d stopped reading. Maybe it was the sense of panic that had washed over him. A mate, no way. A human one, downright ridiculous.
“Your feet are cold,” he said, feeling like two blocks of ice had been placed on his calves when she’d slid them over to his side of the bed.
“They always get like this in winter,” said Jenna. She pressed them flat against his muscles.
He’d have to remember that. Geez, why would he have to remember that? Did that mean this was going to be a permanent thing?
“You have any more of the books in this series?” asked Jenna.
“Yep, I’m pretty sure I have all five of them, why?”
“I was just thinking that maybe my brother might like to read them, or I could read them to him.”
He looked at her. “Read to your brother?”
She put her arm around his bicep. “If you’re going to stop by at Christmas then I should tell you about him.”
Now Brady was intrigued. He laid the book down flat on his chest.
“He’s in a care facility. He’s been there for five years.”
“I’m sorry to hear that. What’s wrong with him?”
She didn’t respond and when he looked at her, a tear was running down her cheek.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” asked Brady.
“It’s just when I talk about him and what happened to him, I get a lump in my throat.”
“If you don’t want to tell me or don’t want to tell me right now, that’s fine.”
“No, no, I think I have to.”
“David was never much of an outdoors man. Unlike my father who fished and hunted. He lived for that sort of thing. He thought David was a wimp because he didn’t accompany him. One day they had a client who they wanted to impress. Dad asked David, no, he insisted he go along on one of the camping trips.”
She stopped and wiped a tear away.
“David didn’t want to go. He told me he was scared of sleeping in a tent, but he did it to please Dad. We always did things to please my father.”
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