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''Hey, Rory,'' Aaron says when I come near him. I only nod in his direction, going past him. He catches my arm in his grip and I freeze, which he fortunately notices and he loosens his grip on me until I bring my arm away from his touch.
''I want a few minutes with you,'' he rushes out, not allowing me to completely move away from him. Oh, who am I kidding – I'm working with this guy, I can't ignore him the whole night and hide from him like some freaking mouse from the cat.
And isn't it funny how all guys in my life want to have a few minutes with me to talk? Hmm.
''What's up?'' I casually ask, but my voice is too tight so I can't lie to either of us. I do everything to avoid his stare.
''I'm sorry I didn't show up the other day. But I have a reason why I didn't.''
My shoulders tense up because he's the second guy I have to listen to excuses from. Laughable, really. I don't respond him, which he takes as a cue to continue his 'explaining'.
''My mother got a heart attack,'' he gets out in a quiet, sad tone, at which I come to a complete stop and turn around to face him.
I didn't give myself time to look at his face, how tired and worried his features really are.
''Oh, god,'' I breathe out, my mouth falling open.
''She's okay now. They saved her. She's fine now ...'' he rants and I can hear how his voice cracks in the middle of the sentence.
Sympathy for him fills my body and I throw my arms around him in comfort. I can't even imagine how would I feel if it happened to me, so at least I could do is offer him comfort I'm sure he needs and just be his friend. And of course, accept his apology.
Aaron's arms come around my body and he pulls me even closer to me, burying his head in my neck and inhaling, making me shiver. Uh.
I break away from the hug and step back away from him a bit, giving him a tight smile.
He's watching me carefully. Is it just me or something between us isn't how it used to be at first? We're both so closed-off with each other now. I don't like it.
He clears his throat and lowers his head. I watch him curiously, wondering if I really see the blush spreading on his cheeks.
''I'm sorry I didn't call. These past days ... have been hell. Truly, pure hell and I completely forgot to give you a call ...'' he watches me closely, studying my expression.
I nod at him. ''It's okay. You did what you had to do and now that I know what happened, I'm not mad. I mean, how could I be?'' I laugh dryly.
Aaron nods with his head, accepting my explanation and I see how his shoulders relax, like he just got some heavy burden off of them. I didn't know my reaction would affect him so much, so I feel kind of bad for reacting that way. My only excuse is that I didn't know the situation he was in, but that sounds lame even in my head.
Aaron shrugs and I see he's becoming uncomfortable. I guess he got too much sympathy these past days so he doesn't need it from me, too.
''So, I've been wanting to ask you a question about that guy ...'' Aaron starts, moving close to me so I could hear him since people started coming in and the music started playing.
''Which one?'' I ask him, deciding to play it dumb. I know he meant Braden, but I don't want to make this easy for him.
I hear Aaron chuckling behind me. ''So there's more than one?'' he teases.
''No!'' I quickly shriek, blushing furiously.
Aaron steps even closer to me, making me nervous. ''Are you two dating?'' he asks above my head, his voice sending shivers down my body at how low it became.
''Uh.'' That's a bit uncomfortable question for me since I don't know what to address Braden. I can't just tell people we're fuck buddies. ''Not exactly. It's a bit more complicated,'' I tell Aaron in all honesty without giving out too much.
''You're sleeping with him, then.'' It's not a question – it's a statement.
I turn around quickly and look at him with wide eyes. Do I have it written across my face?
Aaron lifts his hands up. ''I'm a man, remember? I know how a man acts and thinks around a woman that's his.''
I cross my arms in front of my chest in a stubborn manner, looking up at Aaron. ''I'm not Braden's,'' I tell him sternly.
Aaron only nods his head, purses his lips and goes to take drink orders. I briefly wonder if I said anything to upset him, but then I push that thinking aside because it's no one's business what I am or am not doing with Braden. Or anyone else for that matter.
I don't talk much with Aaron tonight and maybe that's why I'm acting all moody again. At one point, I step to Aaron, tap him on the shoulder and put my hands on my hips, determined to get him to listen to me.
He just stares at me questioningly, pissing me off even more. ''What's your problem?'' I don't bush around the edges.
Aaron stares at me blankly. ''Why do you think I have a problem?'' he questions, his voice bored.
I'm boiling. ''Seriously, Aaron? You're ignoring me the whole night, barely speaking with me. I'm not an idiot, I know when something's up. If it's about before, I'm really sorry for attacking you like that, not really knowing what really happe—''
''It's not about that okay?'' He pushes his hands in his hair, his green eyes piercing into my cold brown ones. I want to warn him to stop messing his perfectly spiked up hair, but then change my mind, because it would probably sound weird. Right?
Instead, I take a big, deep breath. ''Then what is it?'' My tone is calmer now.
Aaron bites his lip, looking unsure for a moment before he asks, ''Can I ask you a question?''
I shrug my shoulder. ''Sure.''
''Are you dating Braden Campbell?''
Well, wow. I see where this is going. It's the last thing I expected him to ask, but I don't even know why I'm surprised. Braden and Aaron are both acting weird around each other. I serve a customer a drink before I answer him, ''I don't see why this would be your business,'' I say sarcastically.
Aaron steps closer, his step threatening. ''It is my fucking business, Rory.'' He spits the words out of his mouth.
I cross my arms on my chest. ''Uh-uh. And why would that be?'' My voice is blank.
He steps even closer to me, leaning his head down, closer to my face. I lean back away from him for a few inches, not wanting to be so near him. ''Can't you really see it, Rory?'' he asks in almost a whisper.
Uneasiness settles in me. I don't answer him and he takes that as his answer, dips his head lower and before I can realise what he's planning, he presses his lips to mine.
My eyes open wider while his are closed. I place my hands on his chest, about to push him away, when I hear that one voice, that voice that makes shivers really run down my body. He only says one word, but it's enough to make my heart almost jump out of my ribcage.
''Rory.'' He doesn't say it loud exactly, but he doesn't say it quiet either and I don't know how I could hear him through the loud music, but I do.
I push Aaron away with all the force I can muster and turn my wide gaze to Braden. But he's not looking at me. Oh, no, he's glaring at Aaron, murdering him with his gaze, his body all tense and he has his hands formed into fists by his side.
''Oh, hey there, didn't know you were trying to order. Me and my friend here were a little busy.'' Aaron flashes Braden a smirk, infuriating him even more. And when Aaron puts his arm around my body, pulling me to him, it's the last straw for Braden. Cold runs down my body at Aaron's touch and Braden's cold glare.
Braden leans in closer. ''You have exactly two seconds to put your hands away from my girl before I kill you right here in front of every bloody person in the bar watching. And don't even make me count the seconds,'' he barks at Aaron. I step away from Aaron before he starts to play games with Braden.
But Aaron's face stays collected and calm, while I'm scared shitless at what Braden will really do.
''Ooh, but your girl here,'' Aaron points at me, ''seems like she isn't your girl after all. And don't look at me like that. She said it herself.'' Aaron pushes his hands into his pockets, grinning like an idiot he is. Even I want to punch him in the face.
Braden looks at me briefly, cocking his head to the side as if asking me is it true? but my face remains the same.
''You're an idiot, Aaron. You have no right touching me like this, yet alone kissing me!'' I declare and I'm on the verge of bursting.
Aaron turns his gaze at me. ''Oh, but he does?'' He nods his head in Braden's direction.
''Yes, in fact, he does!'' I yell at his face. I can see Braden's smug look from the corner of my eyes.
''Aaron,'' Braden addresses him with his reach tone. ''See me in the back in few minutes. We have to talk about some things.'' He narrows his eyes at Aaron, provoking him to object him.
But Aaron doesn't really know he's dealing with a pure devil in front of him, so he snorts and looks Braden up and down. ''And who do you think you are, barking at me orders like a god itself?''
I take a deep breath at his words. Braden tilts his head back a bit and I know this is not going to be good. ''If no one has informed you already, you're speaking with your new boss and you're doing a great job firing yourself.''
Aaron turns speechless. So do I. Oh, no. Oh, no.
Braden smiles sarcastically up at him, but his eyes remain cold. ''I want you in the staffroom in a few,'' he orders in a cold, even tone.
''Braden, no,'' I rush out, stepping forward and leaning to him. ''You can't do that,'' I plead.
He stares icily at me. ''I bloody well can and I will. And I won't listen to you defending him, so please, excuse me.'' He nods his head at me, piercing me with his stare for a moment, completely immobilising me completely, before nodding at Aaron, too, and walks away with powerful, long steps.
I look at Aaron, but he's looking at the direction Braden just went to with fear in his eyes.
''I fucked it up, didn't I?'' he mutters distantly.
I narrow my eyes at him. ''Yeah. You fucked it up real good. You just pissed off the devil.'' I see my serious tone makes Aaron nervous even more.
He clears the throat and wipes his hands on his pants. He looks at me, but his look is full of fear and it makes me feel bad for him. He's a friend and what he did wasn't right, but it's not something I shouldn't forgive him. ''Aaron, just ... do yourself a favour and don't piss him off even more, okay?'' I search his eyes for an answer. He nods tightly and saunters away.
The whole time he's back talking with Braden, I'm a nervous wreck. I'm biting my lip so much I'm afraid I'm going to chew it off at some point. I just can't concentrate on anything other but the clock on my wrist ticking. It's been twenty minutes since Aaron went back and it feels like it's been two hours.
Five minutes pass and I see both men walk out of the door, leading to the back rooms. I want to sigh in relief that they're both in one piece and there are not visible traces of violence on them. But that relief washes away when I see Aaron's crushed face and a frown on his lips. I think of the worst.
I can feel Braden's eyes burning into my soul, but I don't look at him, instead having my focus on Aaron's crushed figure. What happened back there?
I look at Braden with a question in my eyes, but he just smiles. His smile doesn't reach his eyes and it's filled with tightness, not convincing me. I swallow hard when they both come near. Aaron instantly goes back to work, avoiding my eyes completely. I go to Braden who sits at the bar.
''What happened, Braden? What did you do?'' I ask with an obvious fear in my voice.
Braden stares blankly at me. ''You don't really have much faith in me, do you?'' There's a hint of an anger behind his calm tone.
I'm taken aback by his answer. ''Faith? Braden, you threatened to fire him! What did you think I would expect?'' My whole body starts shaking when the tension suddenly fills the air between Braden and me.
He leans closer to me, brushing my cheek with his thumb. ''Did you want him to kiss you?''
I lean back away from his touch and stare back into his eyes. ''What the fuck is your problem tonight, Braden?'' I yell into his face. Thank god the bar is not that filled tonight so we're not causing much drama.
Braden narrows his eyes. ''Watch your tongue.'' I roll my eyes in response and his face darkens. ''It was a simple question, Rory. I expect an honest answer.'' He puts his palms on the counter, one on the top of other.
I furrow my eyebrows. ''Speaking about faith in each other, aren't we?'' I laugh sarcastically. ''No, I did not want him to kiss me,'' I spit out.
Braden forms his mouth into a straight line and nods with his head reservedly. ''Good,'' is all he says.
I watch him cautiously. ''You're acting strange right now, Braden. What's up with you?'' I ask him, my voice vain of emotions.
Braden puts his index and middle fingers on his temple, massaging it. ''I just saw some other man having his lips on yours. How do you expect me to act?'' he growls as if he's remembering it again.
I purse my lips. ''Certainly not threatening to fire him,'' I joke.
Braden looks at me impassively. ''I'm just protecting what's mine.'' And that's his excuse.
I snort. ''You obviously forgot I saw you locking lips with that long legged drop dead gorgeous blonde just yesterday and I could've scratch her eyes out for touching what's mine, but she walked out of here untouched. You're welcome, by the way,'' I blabber and when it hits me what I just said, I want a hole to swallow me. Oh, god, oh god. I basically confessed him I was jealous of him. But that's allowed, isn't it? He was jealous of Aaron just minutes ago.
Braden's lips quirk up and I relax a bit. I was afraid what his reaction would be. ''I would've paid to see that,'' he muses.
I laugh at him. ''Well, one of us have to be rational, so I'm asking you to stop being a caveman and leave Aaron alone. He's a friend.'' I intentionally put emphasis on the word friend.
''Do you kiss all your friends like that?'' he throws the question I asked him yesterday back in my face.
I show him my tongue and his eyes instantly darken. My face becomes serious. Uh. Fuck. He gives me a dark smile, showing me he knows exactly what I'm thinking. All my blood rushes south and I become wet.
''Stop looking at me like that unless you want to go to the back right now with me.'' He smirks when my breath catches and a small whimper escapes me. ''And I assure you that we wouldn't do much talking there ...'' he promises darkly and I put my palms on my cheeks, wanting to prevent the blush spreading all over my face. Braden's mouth falls open. ''Jesus, Rory,'' he breathes.
''Braden, please, don't,'' I plead him weakly. I can't believe he's getting me turned on while I'm working, with a place filled with people.
Braden nods tightly, leaning forward and placing a kiss on my cheek. He leans to my ear and whispers, ''I'm driving you home tonight.'' He bites my earlobe, making me clench my legs together tightly.
He leans back, but his face is still too close to me to think straight. I clench my jaw to focus on him and his words. ''I'm with my own car tonight,'' I explain to him.
Braden breathes through his nose. ''I'm still coming to your place later. When you finish working,'' he promises.
My imagination runs wild, destroying my concentration even more. ''Won't you be too tired to stay up so late? You went to work so early today,'' I wonder concernedly.
Braden smiles softly, brushing my hair back. He pecks my lips. ''I will never be too tired for you. You're definitely worth staying up late for.''
I bite my lip and smile back at him. ''Okay. But we need to talk first. I have some things I want to discuss with you.'' When he looks at me questioningly. ''I just came to some conclusions I want to inform you of.''
Braden leans back completely. ''That doesn't sound too good.''
I shrug with my shoulder. ''We'll see how it goes.''
He smirks. ''We certainly will.''
***
The night goes on calmly. Aaron doesn't speak to me more than he has to and it's driving me crazy. I don't know what Braden said to him but it must hit him pretty hard if he's following his orders like a scared puppy. I can't wait to talk with Braden about this later. I sigh. Yet another thing we'll have to discuss.
As for Braden, he's at his office in the bar and just knowing he's in the same building as me has my skin tingling.
I think about all the things I want to say to Braden tonight when my shift is coming close to an end. I grow nervous because I have that bad feeling that Braden won't accept my proposition too well. But we have to take chances in life, right?
Aaron's currently talking with some girl and she's obviously flirting with him. Aaron? Not so much. He's polite, yes, but completely uninterested. I still want to know what was that between me and him before.
When the girl saunters away with a disappointment written across her face I decide it's the best time to go to Aaron. Braden's not here so maybe he won't feel too pressured by his presence.
''Aaron,'' I say, catching his attention. His face doesn't give anything away. When he doesn't say anything, I notice he's waiting for me to tell him what I want. ''I don't know what Braden said, Aaron, but can you please stop ignoring me?''
Aaron huffs. ''Not if I don't want to get myself fired, no. Even you aren't worth that much.''
I look at him with hurt. ''Ouch,'' I whisper.
He immediately looks sorry he said that. ''I'm sorry I said that. I didn't mean it, you know that ...''
I nod. ''It's okay. Can we talk about what was that before?'' I bite my lip.
Aaron lifts his eyebrow. ''You have to be more specific there. A lot of things happened before.'' He shrugs and looks down at the floor.
I furrow my eyebrows. ''The kiss, Aaron. Why did you kiss me?''
Aaron instantly lifts his eyes back to mine. He's obviously debating what he's going to say. ''That kiss ... was a mistake and it should have never happened.''
I nod at him, completely agreeing. ''I agree on that, completely. I just don't want any hard feelings between us. And I'll talk with Braden,'' I promise him.
''The perks of sleeping with a boss, huh?'' Aaron mutters under his breath, loudly enough so I can hear.
I tilt my head on the side and cross my arms in front of my chest. ''You can hate me all you want for whatever fucked up reason you might have right now, but if you think that gives you an excuse to talk with me like that, you're sadly mistaken,'' I spit the words out, ignoring the hurt in my chest.
Is this how people will see me from now one? The girl who's sleeping with her boss? Whore, whore, whore ... I want to puke.
Aaron groans, throwing his head back and burying his hands in his hair. ''Fuck.''
I don't move my stare away from him.
''I'm so sorry. I'm acting like a complete jerk to you tonight and I have no excuse for it. I'm just sorry,'' he says softly, sincerely.
''If you two have finished performing your show, you can finish up and go home,'' comes an authoritative voice that I've come to known so well. Mine and Aaron's head whip around in Braden's direction, who's staring at Aaron, sending him some message with his eyes.
Aaron nods his head and starts walking away. ''Aaron, wait!'' I call after him. He stops, but he doesn't turn around. ''I forgive you,'' I tell him honestly. He stays still for a moment before he nods his head again and walks away with hunched shoulders. I take a big breath, turning to face Braden. He has his mouth turned up in disgust, his gaze lingering in the direction Aaron just went to.
I wait for him to acknowledge me and when he does, my stare turns hard.
''What?'' he asks dumbly.
''You don't have to act like a fucking idiot, Braden,'' I hiss at him. I'm angry with him because of the way he is with Aaron. I don't know what problem he has with him, but he's not going to be acting like that in front of my friends.
Braden narrows his eyes slightly. ''Watch how you talk.'' Then he shrugs when I don't even blink at his words. He realises I'm waiting for his response. ''He deserved it. Are you ready to go home?'' he asks, changing the subject. I narrow my eyes and he smiles carefully.
''No one deserves to be treated like that just because we shared one mistaken kiss, Braden, and if you ever say something like that again, I'm going to punch you in the face. Honest to god.''
Braden's smile freezes and he looks shocked by my words. In all honest, so do I. ''Wow,'' he breathes. ''You're a little feisty tonight,'' he tries to joke.
''Don't push it,'' I say, pinning him with my stare.
Braden clears his throat and shifts a bit in his chair. ''Uh. Shall we go?'' he asks carefully like he's afraid I'll explode again and go all ninja on him.
I laugh at his expression. ''Sure,'' I say cheerfully and walk away from him to the back, leaving him sitting at the bar, watching confusedly after me.
Braden's waiting by his car when I come outside. He smiles at me, blinding me with his teeth. I smile back. ''You know I'm not driving with you, right?''
He nods. ''I do. I'm just going to drive behind you.'' He smirks then, making his words sound sexual.
I flush everywhere. I cough in my hand to get rid of the dryness in my throat. ''Okay then.'' And I walk into my car before any of us could say or do anything else.
Braden steps out of his car about the same time I do. Now the sight of him standing in front of my building makes me unbelievably nervous for many reasons.
My heart pounds in my chest when we both approach the door in the building. I take a deep breath when Braden holds the door open for me, his scent evading my senses, making them burn with desire.
He's staring at me, but I don't return his gaze, instead focusing on putting one leg in front of the other so I don't trip and break my neck. I feel Braden's possessive touch on my back, where he places his hand, leading me towards my flat. My whole body stiffens, but I guess Braden doesn't notice it because he doesn't remove his hand. This is so not going the way I imagined it would ...
I let us both in the flat, rushing past him so his touch on my back disappears. I lead us to my bedroom and lock the door behind us. Braden's watching me with amusement. I point my index finger towards the bed. ''Sit,'' I command him.
Braden's mouth lifts in a smile. ''So that's how it's going to be tonight. I like it so far,'' he murmurs as he walks to the bed, unbolting his suit jacket and sitting on the bed, watching me patiently as I start walking forth and back before him.
''We need to talk about some things.'' I stare pointedly at him. He nods his head carefully as if afraid to speak. Good. I roll my bottom lip into my mouth, thinking of the best way to start this uncomfortable conversation we're about to have. ''First of all, thank you for buying me a phone. It was completely unnecessary, but I appreciate the thought. And I'm going to pay you back.'' When he opens the mouth to fight me, I stop him, ''And no objections. Or I'll give it back to you.'' I glare at him.
He shuts his mouth, defeated, but his eyes still dance in amusement. ''If I remember correctly, I offered you a different kind of payment.'' His gaze turns darker.
I look away from him, betraying myself for him to see how he affects me. ''Yeah, I'll come to that, too.'' Braden cocks his head to the side, waiting for me to explain what I meant. ''This thing between us?'' I indicate the space between us with my hand, taking a deep breath afterwards to prepare for his reaction. ''It's not going to work.''
Braden instantly straightens, his body becomes stiff and all the amusement and happiness vanish from his face. He looks at me with furrowed eyebrows. ''Any particular reason as to why it wouldn't work?'' he asks, his tone not indicating in what mood he is in. Damn, he's good.
''It would work for you, of course. You're a man.'' I snort and he lifts his eyebrows. I trace my index finger on my forehead, hoping this would go the way I predicted. ''I want to be just friends with you. At least for a while,'' I rush out when I see his face.
Braden never turns his gaze anywhere else but my face. It's unnerving. ''We are friends,'' he says as if not understanding.
''I don't want to have sexual relationship with you anymore.'' My eyes widen as I blurt this out. I wait for a few moments and Braden stands up slowly. He takes his suit jacket off and tosses it on the bed. Then he starts rolling the sleeves of his blue dress shirt up. My mouth waters. He comes towards me and every instinct in me screams to back away from him, but I fight it. Instead, I place my hands on my hips, glaring at him. Why does he have to be so tall?
''So if I get this right ... you don't want to have sex with me anymore. Correct?''
I nod and almost flinch under his hard stare. I don't trust my words, so I don't say anything. When I was making this plan to talk with him, I totally forgot how intimidating he can get.
''Are you sure?''
He's mocking me!
I go past him and put some space between us again. I stand at the other end of the room and Braden turns around to look at me.
''Yes, I'm sure. We don't know each other long enough that we could fall in bed. It's too quick,'' I explain.
Braden comes near me again, completely invading my personal space. He stands in front of me, his eyes burning holes into me at how intense they are. He puts a hand on my cheek, his thumb caressing my bottom lip. My breath hitches in my throat at the unexpected touch and the rush of tingles that follow from it. He travels his hand lower, placing it lightly on my neck. I turn my face into his touch. Braden's mouth quirks up in a smile.
He traces patterns on my neck with his thumb, making my senses overdrive with his closeness. He smells so damn good, oh god ...
''You want to be just friends,'' he chews the word and spits it out like it leaves a bad taste in his mouth. ''You want to be just friends with me after I've been buried so deep inside you I tasted heaven after I've felt your pussy clench around me as you came, after I tasted you and it almost drove me crazy? You want to be just friends when I made you come so many times when I know how you sound and look like when you come? Now that I know how you sound when you have my cock buried deep inside you?''
I think I stopped breathing. Does he even have a filter? I'm so turned on I can't even think straight, let alone form an intelligent answer. His words shock me. But more than that, they turn me on. That's not the answer I expected.
He presses his body against mine, making me wild with desire. ''I don't think I can do that, Rory.''
''Braden, I don't want to be your whore,'' I whimper, unable to look him in the eyes. I'm clenching my betraying legs so tight together, hoping to ease the ache between them, but I know it's no use. The only one who can make it all better is the man that stands in front of me.
I dare a look at him and he looks like he's been slapped. ''Whore, Rory?'' he barks out, making me flinch. ''You're no one's whore, especially not mine.'' He places both hands on my neck now, making me look in his eyes. He's studying me closely. ''Have I ever made you feel like one?'' His voice sounds pained.
I quickly shake my head to reassure him it doesn't have to do with him. Well, partly it does, but it's my issue. ''No, I've made myself feel like one. Seriously, Braden, who starts a sexual relationship with someone who she knows for a week and just after days she ended a bad relationship?'' I ask brokenly.
Braden shakes his head as if not believing the words that are coming from my mouth. ''There's nothing wrong with what you and I have, Rory,'' he reassures. ''You're a woman with needs. We're attracted to each other. Don't tell me you didn't feel the sexual tension between us the first time we met.''
I huff. ''That's probably because I opened the door just in my towel.''
Braden smiles darkly as if remembering it again. ''Oh, yes. Good times,'' he jokes and I laugh stiffly. ''But it wasn't just about that, Rory. Although I admit it drove me crazy just thinking about what were you hiding under that small towel. And those legs ... Christ,'' he groans as if in pain. ''Your figure tortured me days and nights and I knew I needed to have you before I get completely insane.''
I'm seconds away from jumping his bones and sending this stupid conversation to hell. Why have I started it in the first place? Who knows. Who cares.
''But even when we talked, I felt the constant need to have you. That first conversation we had in the kitchen ... I couldn't stop staring at your face and your smile. You're just so gorgeous, you bring attention to you everywhere you go with you exotic beauty. I was captivated by you, completely ...''
He can't finish his thought, because I attack his lips with mine, pushing my body to his and rub myself like a cat against him. You should start purring, too, Rory.
He chuckles against my mouth, but kisses me back instantly, putting his hand in my hair and grip it to keep me in place. Our kiss isn't gentle, it's hot and needy and it represents the need for each other that we feel. And I thought I could really give this up. Yeah, as if.
Whore ...
There's nothing wrong with what you and I have, Rory ... Braden's words echo in my head, reassuring me. How's my brain even functioning when Braden's doing magic to my mouth?
I kiss him even harder. I nibble on his bottom lip and then suck on his tongue. He rewards me with a deep moan. I push him back on the bed and he looks surprised up at me for a moment, leaning on his elbows, looking all dishevelled, then his eyes dance with amusement.
I don't wait. I attack him again, straddling him and kissing him once more. Braden puts his hands on my hips, pushing me forward so I'm sitting directly on his hard cock that's pulsing beneath me. I start unbuttoning his shirt while grinding on him, bringing us both pleasure.
I push his dress shirt off when I unbutton it and it's his turn to take my work shirt off. He rolls us over so he's on top now. He pins my hands above my head on the bed and then muffling my protests with pushing my bra down and putting his lips on my nipples, making me moan out.
Moving from my breast, he traces light kisses on my chest, before he starts making out with the skin there, leaving marks everywhere his lips come in contact with. I'm on fire. I'm writhing beneath him, begging him without words to take me or I'll burst.
Braden pops open the button my jeans, brings the zipper down and tugs my jeans off my legs while still attacking my neck and chest with his mouth. I want to touch him so bad, but he has my hands still pinned above me.
''Are you ready for me?'' Braden asks while caressing my stomach, each time going lower with his hand, making me blind with desire.
''Yes, Braden, yes. Take me!'' I yelp in frustration.
Braden chuckles against my skin, sending vibrations through my whole body. ''I want to see it for myself.'' And he pushes his hand in my panties, finding my clit and rubbing it, before dipping his finger inside me. I yell out in desire at the same time he moans against my stomach. ''Baby, god ... you're soaked,'' he grunts. ''All for me.'' He sounds pleased.
''Braden, please,'' I beg him pathetically, but not caring even a bit in this moment.
''You're so impatient, my dear,'' Braden muses. He caresses my neck now with the hand, putting his thumb in my mouth. I suck on it while staring into his lust-filled eyes. I feel him twitch against me and he groans. I think it's the last straw for him because he unbuttons his pants and pulls them off as quickly as he can along with his underwear.
''Can you please release my hands?'' I ask breathlessly, my body filled with anticipation. Braden shockingly does what I ask him and releases my hands. I instantly put them on his back, pushing him closer to me.
He teases my entrance with his cock, making his tip wet with my juices by leading his head up and down. I scratch his back with my nails, letting him know I'm on a verge of seriously hurting him if he doesn't give me what I need.
And then he surprises me by thrusting inside me, hard. I yelp out, while he groans out a low, ''Fuck, baby.''
He doesn't stop there and starts thrusting inside me, rolling his hips in the most delicious way. I come in minutes, that's how hot he made me. Braden moans when I clench around him and he starts pounding into me even faster.
''Fuck, Braden, that's it ...'' I moan into his ear. ''So good,'' I pant.
Braden only grunts back as his response. His thrusts are primal, wild - just like I like them. The whole bed shakes as he pounds into me. He puts a hand between us and starts rubbing me, building me towards the second orgasm. I can feel he's close and I'm climbing ... climbing ... He rolls his hips again and then thrusts in me again, deeper, harder. Keeping up with this pace, he hits that spot inside me every time and I come again, loudly, crying out his name.
He comes, too, just after me, stilling inside me and grunting out my name while he releases inside me. He then crashes his body on top of mine. Our bodies are all sweaty, but I don't care as I caress his back lightly. ''God, you exhaust me,'' Braden says after minutes. He kisses my cheek and rolls on the bed and then stands up. He goes to the bathroom.
''In a good way, right?'' I call after him.
He comes back with a cloth, gloriously naked with only his infamous smirk playing on his lips. ''Oh, totally, baby.'' His words make me warm. ''Open your legs for me.''
I look at him incredulously. ''What? Again?'' I gape at him.
Braden chuckles. ''No, I'm going to clean you.''
''Oh.'' My cheeks warm.
Braden lifts an eyebrow. ''Unless you want to do it again?'' He has a smug expression.
''No!'' I quickly answer when he puts a warm cloth on me, cleaning the traces of his release. He then returns to the bathroom and comes back in seconds. He turns the light off and climbs into bed beside me, tucking me to his side. ''Good night, Rory.''
I smile in his neck. ''Good night, Braden.''