“It’s too much for a mom and pop bar,” Brody said, walking in. He changed into his usual dark V-neck and denim. But even in that, he was drop dead gorgeous.
“Too bad; we aren’t changing,” Seren chided.
He came forward, eyes heavy on all of us. Tension in his jaw.
“There was a club restaurant next to the pool hall we went to earlier that would be okay for the night,” Jay offered.
“I’ll call a cab,” Zack said as he went to a desk and pulled out a folder and his phone.
“A word,” Brody said to Seren and they went inside a bedroom.
“Two cabs. Eight minutes,” Zack called out.
We all sat down and waited. Jay scooted close to me and put his arm around the back of the seat. “You look stunning.”
“Thanks,” I murmured.
“You don’t need to thank me, sweetheart. It’s the truth,” His gaze leveled at my breasts. And my folding my arms only accentuated my cleavage. Luckily we didn’t have to wait too long for the cab that arrived just as Seren and Brody came back into the room.
I reluctantly took Jay’s hand to stand just as Brody passed us. He didn’t pause his stride and walked on out of the door. Leaving the rest of us to follow him with Seren locking and closing up for the night.
THE PLACE WAS A dimly lit, Irish pub that turned out to be more bar than restaurant. The smell of spilled liquor greeted us at the door. The jukebox blared out music that some people seated at the centrally situated mahogany bar sang along to. Not one seat was available at the bar. As we moved further in, we only found a few, four-top tables along the walls, available. We were about to split up when we caught sight of Doc and Fiona waving us over to a spot on the back wall where two tables were pushed together to accommodate our large group.
“Hey. You women look like a hot girl band,” Fiona said frowning down at her patterned, button-down shirt and jeans. “I should have stopped by and dressed up with you.”
“You look classy, Fiona,” Brody said and took a seat on the end.
I felt my cheeks warm and touched my bare midriff. Sure, I was wearing less than I ever had in public, but I didn’t feel too bad until now. Jay, picking up on my discomfort, placed his hand around my shoulder and spoke to Brody. “Stop making them feel bad. They look sexy.”
“I don’t feel bad. Brody’s being an ass,” Seren scowled at Brody taking the seat next to him.
“I don’t feel bad either,” said Riley jutting her chin. Zack held out the chair for her, and we all picked up the menus that were already there.
“The burgers are recommended,” Fiona said changing the subject. “I’m getting one with a salad.”
“Steak and tatties,” Zack said, and Jay agreed.
“I’ll have a burger,” I said when asked by the waitress.
“I’ll go to the bar and get our drinks. Rum and Diet Coke? Girls always ask for that,” Jay asked beaming at me.
“I think I’ll live a little. Put the real coke in,” I joked. After ten minutes, they came back, and he placed my drink in front of me. Not long after, the waitress returned with some appetizers.
He went back to the bar for the rest of the orders, and Zack went with him. A live version of U2’s “All I Want Is You,” came on.
“Oh, I love this song,” Fiona enthused cutting up her salad. “We went to see them on the Vertigo Tour, remember, Doc?”
“Yeah. With all the gazillion other people,” Doc grumbled. “It took three hours to get out of the parking lot.”
“I don’t mind an outdoor concert. In fact. I was thinking of us adding one to our bucket list if we can agree on a band,” Riley said, biting into her spicy wings.
“I’m with Doc. I don’t want to go and stand in line all day and night,” Zack said. “If you can get your mom to get us backstage, sure,” he said to Riley.
“Brody and I looked at the big festival in Monterey and found a few bands we liked this year,” Seren said.
I took a deep breath and peered down at Brody. Our eyes connected and a vibration hit me right in the chest. He looked away, and a pang went through my chest. I hunched my shoulders and swallowed.
Jay started singing the song, with a good impersonation of Bono, to me, “When all I want is you.” He was laying it on thick, but I formed a small sound. Jay’s hand was on my thigh under the table.
I brushed it away and pressed my lips together. “Don’t.”
“Okay,” he moved his hand right away, and I liked him a little for that.
After a while, our food came out. The burger was as good as they claimed and it came with fries, which I ate too. The buzz of our conversation was about the hot air balloon flight. I had my camera and took it out. However, before I set up pictures, Brody got up from the table, and my eyes followed him over to the jukebox. I went along with the photos, but my thoughts were over where he stood. Fuck it. Seize. It.
“I’m going to go over and add music,” I said to Jay.
“You want me to come along with you?” He asked.
I shook my head and forced a smile. “I’ll be right back.” I’d moved before he asked again. I breathed in though my insides were jittery as I walked over to where he was flipping through the lists.
“You enjoying yourself?” Brody asked without looking at me.
“Yeah. You?” I cursed the tremble in my voice.
“No, I’m not,” he said adding money to the machine. “Jay isn’t serious.”
I answered. “Neither am I.”
That had him finally looking at me. His eyes were cloudy, and I felt a stab in my chest. “I don’t want to see you get hurt.”
“Thanks for the warning,” I said breathily. I ran my tongue over my lips.
A dirty blonde with big hair came up and pressed against Brody’s side. “Hi. I’m Candice will you help me pick out music?” she cooed to him.
He turned away from me and didn’t remove her. In fact, he beamed at her and placed his arm around her waist and said, “Sure, sweetie. If you’ll dance with me afterwards.”
I left her giggle behind as I rushed back to the table, and grabbed my handbag.
“I’m not feeling well. I’m leaving, so you all have fun. I’ll be fine tomorrow. Sorry, Jay.” I stammered and turned quickly, as I ran out of the bar and kept moving as tears streamed down my face.
“Stop. Piper. Wait,” Jay called out. He had my arm. When he saw my face he cursed.
“I’ll take you back,” Jay said.
I shook my head miserably. “No, I think I’ll go back alone. You all just got here.”
“I’ll wait with you for a cab,” he rubbed my back.
“Can we walk a bit first,” I stammered.
“I’ll text the others and get a cab to meet us at the corner,” he offered.
I nodded. We walked in silence for a few minutes before he broke it by saying, “You’re into Brody.”
I cast my eyes down on the ground as fresh tears filled my eyes. “Yeah.”
“Shit. Well, you see how he is. Joking aside, I really would like to get to know you better,” Jay said.
I wiped my face with the back of my hand and gave him a weak smile. “Listen—”
“Don’t say no yet. Think about it,” he said before I could say more.
After a few minutes, the cab pulled up, and I got in by myself and rode back alone to my cabin. When I got to my room, my phone lit up with a text message from Seren.
Sorry, Piper. I’ll come back.
I wiped my cheek. I was sorry too. I sent a reply.
I’m tired. I’m going to bed. Don’t come.
I went and got in the shower and scrubbed off a layer of my skin. Crying over a man I wanted, but couldn’t have. I didn’t know what was wrong with me. I dried off and put on the robe hanging on the back of the door. I took out my phone and called Jorge. He answered and I sobbed.
“Why are you crying? Did something happen? Are you hurt?” he fired questions at me. His voice, elevating with each
one.
“No. I just. Brody,” I said incoherently.
“Piper. You’re better than this. He’s taken, and you need to accept it. I knew you were getting wrapped up in their shit,” he said.
I didn’t want to hear this truth right now. Luckily the door banged, and I had an excuse to get off the phone “It’s Seren at the door. I have to go.”
“You just called,” he said and exhaled. “I’m sorry for not listening. I’ll listen now. You don’t have to go.”
The door sounded again. “Seriously, Seren called and said she would come over, and she’s at the door. I’m sending her away too. I’m going to bed. I swear I’ll be fine tomorrow,” I babbled.
“Fine,” he grumbled, and we hung up. The pounding continued.
I sighed heavily and padded over to the door. When I reached it, I flung the door open aggressively. “Seren, I’m not in the mood for company right now. I’m going to sleep!”
“Ouch. It’s not Seren.”
I looked up, and my heart leapt. It was Brody rubbing his arm. A thread of guilt rose at hitting him with the door, but I chose to ignore it. “What do you want?” I asked, with a thickness in my tone. He didn’t respond. He just stood there staring down at me. His beautiful face marred by his own confliction, pain. Seeing it there caused more unfamiliar emotions to swell in my chest causing more tears to fill my eyes.
My heart thudded. “What do you want?” I whispered.
Brody closed the few steps between us and gripped the sides of my face. His eyes bore into mine. “I want you.” He pressed a tender kiss to my lips.
I fought against the intensity of the moment and the sensations they woke in my body.
“I’m here for you,” Brody whispered against my lips. His hands were warm, firm holding me there in place as the icy breeze of the night rushed through the door, causing shivers through my body contrasting with the warmth of his hands where they touched.
I pressed my hands against his chest and pushed, and he easily let me go. His hands dropping, at his sides. “What are you really doing here?” I asked. Hating the breathlessness of my voice. Hating him for the joy that tried to break through the sadness from his presence. No. This was another time he would pull me closer, and then push me away.
I rubbed my hands over the place that he’d left in an attempt to recapture the warmth. “You already finished with the woman at the bar?” I chided.
“You were making me jealous, and I was doing the same,” he replied simply. “I left when I saw you run out and came here.”
“You should leave. I’ll be fine, but I can’t do this whatever this is with you again. I can’t act like you didn’t touch me or have you pull away from me again like you don’t know or like me.”
He rose and came over to stand in front of me. His hands on the top of my hair, smoothing it back. “I do like you. I can’t stop thinking about you, even though. . . .”
“Even though we’ll keep hurting each other?” I said in a small voice. Turning away, I wiped my face and walked away from the front door. My thoughts were racing through my mind. Was he serious? I was about to ask more when I heard the door close behind me.
He left?!
At that moment, I knew what it meant when someone said their heart shattered. I shook and covered my mouth. The sound of footfalls rushed up behind me. And strong arms crushed me from behind. “Shhh. I didn’t leave. I’m here.”
My hands covered where he was holding me, my body leaning back into him.
Brody was still here.
He whispered soothing words into my hair and pressed kisses to the top of my head. I took in shallow breaths. He walked us over to the bed and sat me down in his lap. When I calmed, he lifted my face to his. “I’ve tried to leave you alone, but I can’t. I’m just a simple man, and I don’t have much. What can I give you?”
There wasn’t anything simple about him, but I didn’t want to argue his point. I didn’t want to think about more than this moment. Sex was part of it, but I didn’t want to have him believe that was all it was or that I wanted, or expected a lot from him. All I wanted was to have him willing to give himself to me. “Give me you.”
His eyes searched mine. “Are you sure?” he whispered.
“Yes,” I rasped.
Brody cupped my face and wiped his thumbs under my eyes. “Then that’s what you will get. That is what we will get.”
He kissed each cheek. He kissed over my face and down to my neck and I kissed him back, matching his need and intensity. His hand slipping inside my robe and closed over my left breast. This was really going to happen. My heart thudded, and I moaned. His soft hair brushed my chin as he kissed down to my breast. Slipping the robe off my shoulders until both breasts were exposed to his attentions.
He nuzzled the skin on my breasts, “So soft,” he groaned. He leaned down and closed his mouth over one. Swirling his tongue over the hardened tip. I moaned as a current went straight down to my throbbing clit. He let out a grunt as he shifted me on the bed to cup them both. Kneading them in his hands, hard. The contact sent more heat pouring through me. I took in a ragged breath, and I arched as he suckled, his fingers stroking over the hard tips.
“Oh, Brody,” I rasped.
He lifted up and tugged open the rest of my robe. His eyes dark and his mouth tense as he gazed over my nakedness. I could feel myself getting wetter under the weight of his gaze.
“Brody,” I groaned moving to cover myself more. He took my hand away and clutched my thighs and spreading me wider.
“You’re so beautiful. Let me look,” he said in a gentle tone.
I melted and even opened further for him and cocked a brow.
Brody grinned at me. “Sprite,” he said softly. He pulled off his shirt in one fluid movement letting me get a good look at the muscles and the tribal pattern tattoos decorating his chest and upper arms. He then stood and unfastened his jeans and pulled them down his long legs and off. Leaving him naked before me. From the top of his head down to his feet he was sculpted perfection.
My eyes went to his thick cock that was jutting out from his body. The tip, glistening with pre-cum. I licked my lips and whimpered. I ached to touch over the ridges of his defined muscles with my hands and mouth. I wanted to please him. Seeing my expression clearly pleased him because his dimples made an appearance as he crawled back on the bed and between my open legs. I felt my walls clench in anticipation of what he was going to do to me next.
He groaned and kissed up the inside of my thigh. A tremor went through me at the intensity of his gaze at my pussy. I could feel the heat of his breath as he hovered over my mound and felt myself getting wetter. When his tongue ran down the center and right through the hot swollen flesh of my sex, everything tightened in my core. “Yes. Brody. Please.” I moaned.
“Now I’ve got you, but I’m not rushing,” he purred. Flattening his tongue, he gripped my thighs spreading me wider as he leisurely licked through my slick folds leaving nothing untouched by him. My body vibrated as I struggled to control my breath. He moaned and ate me like he wanted to, and cared about my pleasure. And oh, the pleasure! Teasing me as he swirled his tongue up and around my clit. When he closed his lips on my clit and sucked, incredible sensations were flooding my body. His tongue entered me, seeking and stroking my walls. I felt a gush between my thighs and I arched my hands, stroking through his soft hair. I sought to hold him there, in fear he would stop. He didn’t try to loosen my grip. I could feel the tension tightening and rocked my hips against his mouth as he closed his mouth over my entire pussy and sucked and swallowed.
I bowed my back, my toes curling. My breath labored as I rocked my hips, seeking the climax to the pleasure he brought me that was within my grasp. Hooking a finger inside me, he found and stroked me right over, and I exploded, convulsing under his mouth and fingers.
He didn’t stop, adding two fingers as I shook in his grasp. Licking and sucking my clit until another orgasm erupted. I quivered and cried out.
“Brody.”
He held on until I calmed. He made his way up my body and kissed me, giving me back my arousal, then broke away and we stared at each other. I could feel his cock. He had only to pull back and thrust in, but I wanted to give him as much pleasure as he gave to me. I touched his shoulder, and he gave me a smile. I sat up, and he lay on his back. I took his cock in my hands and licked the pre-cum off of the head. He moaned for me.
He took my head, and I went at the pace he asked as I worked his cock. Gliding it to the back of my throat. Going past my comfort zone. Never had I ever wanted to please a man as much as I wanted to with Brody.
“Damn, Piper,” I kept it going, moving faster, and sucking him further. I gagged, and he groaned. I breathed in through my nostrils; I inhaled the masculine scent of him as I took him out and licked over his thick shaft. Bobbing on his throbbing length bringing him further to the back of my throat.
“Squeeze,” he commanded. His hand took my other hand and placed it on his balls. I did, and he let out the sexiest moan. I felt myself getting wetter. It all was turning me on and had me doing things I never tried. I massaged his balls with my tongue, and that had him massaging the back of my head. I went back to sucking him, and he moved his hips, pacing in and out of my mouth, moaning.
“I want to fuck you the first time,” he said in a deep tone. The first. My heart clutched at the possibilities as I eased him out of my mouth. I didn’t know how to school my facial expression so as not to scare him by showing how much I wanted more between us.
“Yes, the first. I hope for more,” he whispered. I studied him and saw the same fear mirrored back at me.
“I do too, Brody,” I said. I was desperate for more even though I’d already come twice. But I felt just as needy, like I’d never get enough.
Brody picked up his jeans, searched the pockets and took out a condom.
I didn’t want any barriers. I wanted all of him. So I told him, “I’m on the pill, and I’ve been tested recently. I don’t have anything.”
He reluctantly dropped his pants. “I never go without.”
“Neither do I.” He would be my first. He crawled back on the bed and held my face in his hands his eyes searching mine. “Are you sure?
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