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My moan fills the room as Braden's openly kissing my neck, squeezing my bare breasts together. It's really late at night and not that long after we all went back to our rooms.
Brooke, Braden and me spent hours talking in the kitchen over the tea, telling the stories and making each other laugh. Brooke and Braden made up and they're now again as if nothing happened, much to my relief. I'd hate to be a part of the reason they'd fight.
Braden's mouth closes around one of my nipples, making my breath hitch and bring me back from my thoughts. I put my hands on his biceps and pull him up, attacking his lips with mine in an urgency and pure need.
''Damn, baby, slow down,'' he says against my lips.
But I'm too hot for him, I need him too much. I wrap my legs around him and lock them together behind his back. ''Fuck me or I will,'' I demand, grinding on him.
Braden pauses and leans back, looking down at me. His eyes are darkened, filled with lust and he has a look of pure adoration on his face. It squeezes my chest. ''Pregnancy is really turning you into a demanding woman in bed,'' he muses.
I narrow my eyes at him, breathing hard. ''You haven't seen anything yet,'' I tell him threateningly.
Braden only throws his head back and roars with laughter. It makes my eyes narrow even further. Then, he kisses my chin, my cheeks, my nose and finally my greedy mouth again.
Our kiss is slow and sensual and full of meaning, but it's not enough. I still need more.
Braden senses this because in mere seconds, I feel him at my entrance, slowly pushing himself into me, stretching me out to the fullness. When he's all the way in me, I moan into his mouth and he swallows it, not letting me break our lips apart.
He starts to move, slowly at first and then he starts picking up his pace.
I have to break our kiss now, gripping his biceps and throwing my head back in a pure bliss and pleasure.
But Braden doesn't stop kissing me, placing his mouth everywhere, and touching me. His hands are all over my body, bringing my pleasure to a high peak.
''Harder,'' I grit out the demand.
Braden lets out a breathless moan at hearing my demand. He thrusts out of me and then thrusts right back in, so hard it moves me up on the bed. I grip his shoulders tighter, the breath escaping out of me.
''Like that?'' he grunts.
I nod eagerly at him. ''Yes. Yes. Don't stop, Braden,'' I plead him.
He does it again and I close my eyes in pleasure. ''Again, baby?''
I only nod in response.
''Open your eyes, baby. I want to watch you,'' Braden says, brushing the hair back from my face as he thrust out of me and then hard back inside.
He starts up a pace that's not slow, but it's not fast either. Just perfect. And when I throw my head down on the pillow, blinking up at him as the orgasm takes me, he leans down and kisses my face all over again.
''Dammit,'' he curses. ''I feel it. I feel how you squeeze around me, gripping my cock. I feel how wet you got.''
I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer – needing him closer.
When he puts my legs on his shoulders and he goes into me even further, my eyes roll back in my sockets when he hits that perfect spot.
Braden groans and starts pounding into my body, making the bed shake. Our groans and moans and the sound of flesh hitting against flesh fill the room along with the scent of sex. Our bodies are sweaty and glistening in the moonlight.
I'm on the verge of orgasm again with Braden's cock hitting that sweet spot inside of me and when he puts his hand between us, rubbing me softly, I'm done for, crying out his name and digging my nails into his back as my world shakes and my head is empty for solid three minutes.
Braden is watching my face the whole time and he never stops moving, never slowing down his pace. ''Jesus, you feel so good, baby,'' he growls close to my ear, biting my earlobe softly. ''Can you do it again?'' he asks, watching me with mesmerising eyes, captivating me.
My whole face is sweaty, as is my body, and I'm barely breathing. ''I don't know,'' I say honestly because I still haven't recovered from the orgasm he just gave me. I shake my head then, unsure if I can do it or not. It's always so good with Braden while I never knew how it would feel before him because no man ever made me come.
''You can, baby. I'm right there with you,'' Braden says, pecking my lips softly as he leans on his elbows, putting them by my head and starts circling his hips.
''Oh, God, it's too good,'' I moan out.
He hits my clit every time he thrusts in and he circles his hips, rubbing it with them, making me insane.
''I'm so close,'' Braden informs me with his lust-filled eyes and a voice that's clearly showing how much he's restraining himself to come.
''Me, too,'' I whisper, because all the air swishes out of me when he starts going faster and an orgasm hits me again, completely unexpectedly and out of nowhere.
Braden holds my head in his hands as he comes with me, too, chanting my name on his lips like a prayer. We gaze into each other's eyes the whole time, even though I want to shut them in the bliss I feel travel through my whole body and I see Braden's also keeping them open with some great difficulty.
But we're staring at each other as our bodies are joined in the most primal way. It feels intimate. It feels intense.
He wraps me in his arms after and we both try to catch our breath.
That was so out of Earth. I feel shattered inside from the experience – in a good way, of course. I wonder if it'll always be like that between us. If we'll always have this intense chemistry between us and if we'll always connect like this.
We just lay on the bed in the dark, each of us lost in our own minds. I know that just in few hours he'll be gone for a few days and I already know how much I'm going to miss him. It seems like neither of us wants to go to sleep, fearing the next day.
''It's always going to be like this, isn't it?'' I murmur to no one particular. I'm brushing Braden's sweaty hair absently, enjoying how soft it is beneath my fingers.
''What is?'' Braden asks.
I stare up at the ceiling, trying to think how to say it without sounding wrong. ''You're going to have to leave a lot to go on business trips. And you're going to work a lot.''
There's a silence between us before I feel Braden sigh. ''I know what you want to hear, but I won't lie to you,'' he says sincerely. I feel him staring at me in the dark, but I keep my eyes trained upwards. ''There's going to be days that I'll be home late and there will come some times when I'll have to go somewhere, yes, but that's my job, Rory,'' he explains patiently.
I get frustrated for some reason and I can't shake off the feeling. ''That means we won't really see each other that much. And you won't be able to spend that much time with our baby.''
It's the first time I used the form our baby and it doesn't go unnoticed by Braden as he grips my waist tighter. He places his head softly on my stomach and I do look down at him now. My hand is still tangled in his hair and he doesn't protest.
''A part of being your own boss is the perk of coming and going whenever I want. So you don't have to be afraid of not seeing me. Because you can be sure nothing will hold me away from you and this baby.''
I smile a little sadly. ''But being a boss also has its own responsibilities. Your kingdom needs you.''
I feel Braden's mouth form a smile against my stomach. ''But my queen is more important and she always comes first.''
My heart swells up impossibly and my chest becomes so tight with emotions. I pull him up and tangle my other hand in his hair, too. ''I love you so much,'' I say and then kiss him, not waiting for a reaction from him.
I know I won't get the words back and I don't want to pour the salt into my wounds even further. So I keep kissing him, to forget about everything for a moment, because when I'm with him, others don't exist.
He breaks the kiss long after, but still too soon for me and I'm not ready.
''We're going to take a bath. Get up,'' he says and I grunt in disapproval, kissing his jaw.
Braden puts his hands on my arms. ''Up,'' he says, staring at my eyes.
I roll my eyes at him playfully. ''So grumpy,'' I murmur as a joke.
Braden's eyes glisten in mischief. He leans over me, trying to be intimidating. ''Do you want to repeat what you just said?'' he asks with a low voice.
I bite back the laugh that tries to escape me. ''You're grum—'' I shriek before I can even finish the sentence because his hands are on my sides and he's tickling me. ''Oh m-my G-God,'' I let out between the giggles. I writhe around, trying to get his hands off me, but he's relentless.
''Do you still want to repeat it?'' Braden asks close to my face.
I shake my head and I can't stop laughing. The tears are streaming down my face and my stomach is starting to hurt. ''N-no ... Stop! Stop!'' I call out, trying to remove his hands away with mine.
He doesn't let go. I can clearly see how much he's enjoying this, judging by how much his eyes are shining in delight and by the big grin he has on his mouth. ''Say you love me,'' he says close to my face, his face serious now.
But I can't stop laughing and writhing, no matter what. ''S-stop!'' I shriek again as he holds both my hands above my head with his hand, still tickling me with the other.
''Say you love me and I'll stop.''
''I love you!'' I scream at him through the giggles and the tears still pouring down.
And he kisses me. His hands still on my body and now he holds my sides, kissing me thoroughly and profusely. I wrap my hands around his neck, enjoying the way he battles with my tongue and how he nibbles my bottom lip.
I return the favour and bite his bottom lip, dragging it down.
Braden growls, leaning back. He pats my backside. ''Up you go,'' he says, standing up. He unexpectedly pulls me up by my hand and I almost lose balance. I'm still a bit dizzy from his kiss and my world is still a bit shaken, so I probably look at him like I just smoked a joint and I'm high as a rainbow.
He grins down at me with a self-satisfaction grin, his dimples on display. I grin back at him, feeling drunk on happiness. He shakes his head at me and slaps my ass as he walks past me. I yelp and jump up, glaring at his retreating back.
I follow him into the bathroom when I hear him open the water in the bath. I sit on the counter top and watch him, his back to me, finding the perfect temperature for the water.
When he slowly turns around, I stop breathing, watching his gracious body naked from top to bottom, a satisfied smile on his lips. I want to take a picture of him just like that.
He comes toward me, slowly, like a predator, his eyes never moving away from mine. He opens my legs and stands between them, his erection easily moving over my sensitive clit.
And the look in his eyes is a familiar one – it's written in his eyes how much he wants me. And I have no doubt that he can read on my face how much I want him, too.
''The water,'' I remind Braden weakly. I want to have him again, without any doubt, and it's visible in how weak my protests seems to be.
''We'll be quick,'' Braden answers and a second later, he has his mouth on top of mine, moving his lips graciously against mine, seducing my lips and my mind with insanely sinful lips.
He hikes one of my legs up around his waist and enters me. I gasp at the pleasure, throwing my head back and Braden doesn't hesitate by putting his lips on my throat, nibbling my skin and sucking on it.
He works my breasts with his mouth, too, sucking my perked nipples and lightly closing his mouth over it, scrapping them with his teeth. It's purely erotic and I can barely keep my eyes open, watching him through heavy-leaded eyes, filled with lust.
He balls his hands into the fists and puts them on the either side of me on the counter, pounding into me with full force, his pace not wavering not even once. He seems focused, on a mission, and I see sweat forming on his brow again.
I brush his hair away from his face and kiss him because it's getting too much. The intensity in our gaze is overwhelming me.
I wrap my other leg around him, giving him a place to go even deeper and we both groan.
It's not long before we both start breathing hard, our moans are getting louder and Braden's movements are getting even faster and harder.
We both come together, collapsing against each other. I wrap my hands around his neck, put my head on his shoulder and try to catch my breath while he puts his forehead on my shoulder, placing a kiss above my collarbone.
When both our minds fall back into place after that Earth-shattering orgasm we both just had, Braden lifts me up from the counter and carries me to the bath, where he bends to try the water temperature and then slowly puts me down on it, steadying me with his arm.
I smile at him, a bit dizzy still, and he grins back. I can't stop staring at him because he seems ... happy. And content. It's a very rare look on him and that more appreciative when it happens. I love how his hair is all tousled, his eyes are wide and clear, his features are soft and he has a boyish grin on his face. He looks more his age now than he does when he's that serious businessman the world knows.
My chest clenches, because the world never sees this side of Braden. It's for me only and I'll cherish it for the rest of my life. The world sees the cold bastard he can be, the serious man everyone fear. And I see a man worth loving, a man so kind and sweet, people would laugh disbelievingly at me if I described him to them.
I sit down in the bath, groaning at the good feeling. I haven't taken a bath in a long time. And I haven't taken a bath with Braden, well, never. So I ask, ''Are you joining me?''
At which his grins again, showing those dimples I love so much. ''Move over,'' is his answer, indicating with his hand I slide back.
I do as he says and he climbs in, sitting on the opposite end, facing me. He instantly intertwines our legs together and it makes me giggle.
Braden cocks his head to the side, openly staring at me.
''What?'' I say, laughing after it again.
He absently traces my calf, looking at me with pure adoration. ''This is such a beautiful sound. I love to hear you laugh. And I enjoy making you laugh.''
''Well, I laugh a lot, so you must love me a lot of times,'' I say, placing a big, goofy grin on my face, but only when Braden's hand stops on the top of my calf and all his muscles become stiff, I realise what I really said. My smile slips off my face and I put a hand over my mouth. ''Shit,'' I curse, watching Braden with wide eyes. ''I didn't mean –''
Braden puts a hand up, shutting me up. ''It's okay,'' he says, but his voice is distant. I hate to always destroy the mood, but it's hard keeping up with Braden and it's hard watching what I should or should not say not to offend him.
I dip down in the bath so only my head's above the water.
There's a silence between us while I just stare down at the bubbles that are forming on the water, softly blowing at them and successfully avoiding Braden's eyes as he stares at me.
Finally, what feels like an eternity, he speaks up again. ''So your birthday is in a little less than three weeks,'' he comments it, stating the fact. It's clear that he wants to change the subject and release the tension in the room.
He says it like it's not a big deal, but the way I catch him looking at me I see there's something deeper in his look.
''Yeah,'' I say warily, watching him closely.
''You never actually said when you have a birthday.''
It's my turn now to cock my head to the side, trying to read him. ''It never came up.'' I shrug. ''When's your birthday?''
Braden's stare turns amused. ''You googled me and now you're trying to tell me you don't know when I have a birthday? I must say I'm a little offended.''
I snort and roll my eyes at him. ''Look who's talking!'' I throw it right back at him. ''You knew the status of my bank account better than me, even knowing my PIN. And I don't know how to feel about that.'' I cross my arms in front of my chest jokingly.
Braden laughs whole-heartedly, showing his perfectly straight white teeth, his eyes crinkling in the corners. It's the most beautiful sight and sound ever known to me.
I have to smile at the sight in front of me. It's so nice to see him smiling so much. And his good mood is contagious.
''Speaking of which, I actually have something for you,'' he says when his laughter dies down.
I raise my eyebrows at him, suddenly wary. ''What?'' I question slowly, unsurely if I really want to know the answer.
Braden bites his lip softly, momentarily distracting me as my eyes fall down to his perfect full lips, calling me to kiss them. I wonder if he did that on purpose. ''I made a credit card for you,'' he says simply.
My eyes immediately lift to his and my face loses all traces of a smile. ''Of your bank account, I presume,'' I say emotionlessly. I lift my hand above the water and start popping the bubbles.
''Yeah,'' Braden answers.
It's always so damn simple for him. Everything is so easy for him. I fall silent, staring at the bubbles.
''Are you going to say anything?'' Braden asks, breaking the silence. I feel his unsure eyes on me.
I shrug. ''I don't want to start a fight with you,'' I mumble.
I hear Braden sigh and watch as he goes with his wet hand through his hair, making it stick out even more. ''I know you don't want my money, Rory. But it didn't escape my notice that you returned the money I gave you back. I only want to help you and I don't understand why shouldn't I give you something to make your life a bit easier.''
I groan in desperation. ''I don't care if you have 20 million dollars in your bank account. I don't want any of it. And as long as I have a job, a flat and a food to eat, I don't need your money,'' I declare.
''I have much more,'' Braden states, amusement dancing in his eyes. When I blankly stare at him, not comprehending his words, Braden smirks. ''I have a lot more than 20 million dollars, baby,'' he says softly, but his voice is on the verge of teasing.
My breath hitches in my throat and I think for a second that I misheard him. ''You have more than 20 million dollars?'' I repeat in a high voice that sounds nothing like mine. I stare at him with my eyes wide open along with my mouth.
Braden nods slowly. ''A lot more,'' he says, watching me closely. ''So you see that if I want to spoil you, I'm going to, and your smart mouth won't stop that.''
My stare turns into a glare. ''What if I don't want to be spoiled?'' I'm close to whining.
Braden shakes his head at me. ''Too bad,'' he mouths before he splashes me right in the face.
I gape at him in fake mortification and in true surprise. ''Did you just splash me?'' I ask him, narrowing my eyes at him.
Braden smirks at me. ''What are you going to do about it?'' he asks, being so sure of himself.
I watch him for a moment before I boldly move forward in the bathtub, jumping on him, putting my hands on his shoulders, surprising him so much he lets out a yelp before he goes down under the water.
When he comes back up, his hair is plastered on his face and the water drops are falling down from him. I laugh so much I double over and when Braden brushes his hair back, I almost die at how good he looks just doing that simple action. Model agencies are probably crying for a face and body like his.
When he reaches his hand out for me, I'm ready and I jump out of the bathtub, almost slipping on the wet floor, but I catch myself just in time, gripping the corner of the bath.
''Rory!'' Braden roars, his voice full of fear.
My head moves to his in surprise and he's already standing outside in front of me, ready to catch me if I slip again. I blink at him in surprise.
''Careful there. You need to be more careful!'' he says fiercely, his stare piercing me to the ground.
I straighten up my spine so he doesn't have to look down on me. Much. He's still taller than me. ''Well, sorry for being clumsy?''
Braden shakes his head at me and tsks. ''You can't allow yourself being clumsy when you're carrying a child.''
I scowl at him, putting my hands on my hips. Braden gets distracted for a second, his eyes travelling down my naked body in a heated gaze, making my skin catch a fire everywhere his eyes land. ''Jesus, Braden, I'm not an invalid, I'm just pregnant.''
He rakes his hands through the hair, messing it up completely. He looks adorable, even though I see the hard lines around his eyes and his muscles are all tense. ''I just got scared for a moment,'' he admits quietly, looking me square in the eyes.
I sigh, taking two towels, giving one to him and wrap the other one around myself. It doesn't escape my notice how Braden's eyes look at my body one last time before I cover it up. Barely.
A playful smirk is suddenly on his lips.
''What?'' I ask him, dumbfounded. What is he thinking about now?
He smiles, his teeth showing along with his dimple now. ''Nothing. I'm just remembering the first time I saw you. When you opened that door in nothing but just a tiny towel, barely covering your perfect little body,'' he says with a heated gaze. Then he frowns suddenly. ''I hope you're not making it a habit of opening the front door barely wearing anything.''
I roll my eyes at the caveman he's currently being. ''No, I think it's only you I'm opening my door for half naked.''
Braden wraps the towel around his waist and then takes another one to towel his hair. ''Good,'' he says, wiping the hair away from his face again, brushing them back. ''Your body is for my eyes only.''
''Well, obviously,'' I mumble.
Braden frowns, taking a step towards me. ''What was that?'' he asks.
I trace my eyebrow with my pointer. ''Nothing,'' I shake it off.
Braden keeps scowling at me, staring at me with those chocolate eyes.
I give in, closing my eyes before speaking. ''When I'm big and round, no one will want to look at me anyway.'' I shrug carelessly as if the thought's not bothering me at all. But it is. It's bothering me a lot. Because what if Braden is one of those people? What if he won't want me anymore?
The thought is depressing.
''What?'' Braden asks, his tone is incredulous. ''Babe,'' he says, looking at me funny. I purse my lips, not knowing if I should say something or not. ''Who cares what you look like to other people when you're mine and I'll never get tired of looking at you, even though you'll be 'big and round'?''
And, damn you, Braden Campbell, leaving me speechless again. ''Is that a promise?'' I whisper, feeling a weight lift from my chest.
Braden shakes his head slowly. ''It's a statement. That holds all the truth in it.''
I stare at him for long moments. I just watch him – watch his face as he watches me back. ''You can be real cute sometimes, you know that?'' I ask him with a small smile.
Braden scoffs. ''Sometimes?'' he asks in a high voice. ''Only sometimes?'' He puts his hands on the hips and curls his lip. ''I guess I'll have to try harder.''
I laugh and punch his arm lightly. ''Oh, stop fishing for compliments. Like you don't know how handsome you are. And how much you turn me on.'' That last sentence I didn't mean to say and my cheeks instantly flush.
Braden bites his lip, grinning down at me. He lifts his hand and places it on my cheek, softly caressing it. ''I can't top you here, babe, because you're probably the cutest woman I've ever met and I can't compete with that.''
I roll my eyes at him. ''Now you're just exaggerating,'' I say, going to the sink and grab my toothbrush.
Braden follows me like a puppy. ''No, I'm not,'' he says this with a frown, his reflection staring back at me in the mirror.
I huff. ''Yeah, okaaay,'' I drag out, squeezing the toothpaste on my toothbrush and putting it in my mouth.
Braden stands behind me and wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me into his body and nuzzling in my neck. He places a kiss behind my ear, light as a feather, but I feel it as if he'd bite it with full force. ''You're saying that I'm lying, which I'm not,'' Braden states. He puts his head on my shoulder and we both stare at each other in the mirror. ''You are not only cute – you're exquisite. Beautiful beyond words. Smart. Funny. So god damned sexy you're driving me out of my mind.'' He squeezes my hips at the last statement.
My whole body flushes at his words and catches on fire. I'd kiss him breathless if I wouldn't have my mouth full of toothpaste. And I doubt Braden would appreciate that.
So I settle on putting my hands on his, which are now resting my towel clothed stomach, squeezing them. I spit the toothpaste in the sink. ''We should go to bed. It's getting really late,'' I say, already feeling the tiredness washing over me.
Braden sighs and extracts from me. He grabs the toothbrush he keeps here and brushes his teeth. We both stand in silence, our eyes never leaving each others'.
When I rinse my teeth and wash my face, I go to the bedroom and put one of Braden's shirt over my head. It became a habit – sleeping in one of his shirts. It's a habit I'm not willing to break.
When Braden comes out, he goes straight to my closet, picking one of his boxers out and pulling the on. When he turns around and sees me watching him, he smiles softly at me, walking towards me in long steps.
I notice he smiles a lot tonight. It's refreshing. And it makes me giddy, knowing that his smiles are meant for me and because of me. And I also love how playful he's been.
''I'm glad you haven't burned my clothes.'' He points his finger toward his shirt I'm wearing.
I look down at it and then back at him, shrugging. ''I couldn't bring myself to give them back to you. I still slept in them while you were gone. They smell like you,'' I tell him as if I need to explain myself.
Braden's eyes instantly soften at being reminded of those awful three weeks we've been through. He climbs into the bed with me, soundlessly, and pulls me into his arms, kissing the top of my head.
The other thing I've noticed is that he's become really touchy with me. He's always touching me. A brush on the hip. A kiss on the forehead. His hand brushing my cheek. Small things like that and it seems like he does it subconsciously.
I don't mind them, though. I like him touching me and if I could, I'd permanently glue him to my body so we'd never lose contact.
Okay, that sounds a bit like a psycho.
We lay a long time like that, cradled and lost in each other's arms. I have my eyes closed and I'm already drifting to sleep, when Braden speaks, causing me to slowly reopen my eyes again and force my brain to function again. ''I don't want you to go to work tomorrow,'' he states.
I freeze. ''Why?'' I ask cautiously.
''Because it's really late now and you won't get enough of sleep.''
I want to roll my eyes, but I contain myself. Barely. Even though he can't see me in the dark. ''I don't want to advantages just because I'm screwing my boss. I want to be treated the same way others are and I don't think not getting enough of sleep would work for anyone else.''
His body tenses. ''You're not just screwing your boss, Rory. Don't even start with this, Jesus.'' Braden's hands squeeze me tighter. ''But they're not pregnant and you are.''
I sigh, willing myself to be patient with him. ''Braden, there are people who have more unfortunate conditions and have to work anyway.''
''But you're not them and I'm your boss, who is telling you that taking a day off won't hurt anyone,'' he declares, his tone hard and serious.
I want to move away from his body and away from his embrace, but his arms around me tighten, caging me in, giving me almost no room to breathe. ''Don't be difficult with me. I've missed too much work these past three weeks and I don't want to miss more.''
''Rory –'' Braden starts, but I cut him off.
''Let's make a deal. If I won't feel like going to work tomorrow and I'll be too tired, I won't go. Okay?'' I ask hopefully, biting my lip. I really don't want to have a fight over this.
Braden is silent for a few minutes before he lets out a long sigh. ''Okay,'' he says quietly.
I place a kiss on his chest, silently thanking him.
''One more thing,'' he says again and I want to groan.
Is he doing this on purpose? I prepare myself for what he's going to tell me now.
''We'll go to the doctor's appointment when I come back from Norway.''
I almost sag in relief, because I really don't want to have any 'difficult' conversation with him right know, seeing that I can barely keep my eyes open. ''Okay,'' I say sleepily, already halfway in the dreamland.
I feel Braden place a kiss on my lips one last time before I fall into deep sleep that I need so much.
Hey!
I hope you liked this chapter. It was very, uhm ... intense. ;)
See you next Sunday!
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