Chapter 20
Since it was a Friday, the usual three hour drive to get to our destination spun into a good, almost five hour road trip. By the time we checked into our villa at the Four Seasons, we were both haggard and hungry, not to mention that we were in dire need of a shower.
Brody brought our bags in, placing them on the floor before grabbing me from behind, whispering against my ear. “Why don’t you shower first and I’ll go order some room service? I’ll go after you.”
“Sounds like a plan,” I said, smiling as he nipped on my neck.
“Good, ‘cause that’ll be the first and last shower you’ll have alone. Enjoy it while you can,” he stated, smug and ready to get the show started.
He’d been waiting for a month. I didn’t blame him for taking charge since he felt how wet I could get each time we dry humped each other. The only skin he’d been touching had been my face, legs, stomach and neck.
“You talk too much. You’ll probably end up being a one-minute man since you haven’t been getting any,” I teased, making him laugh.
“Then, I guess, I’ll jack-off first before I pounce on you. You won’t live it down if that ever happens—God forbid,” Brody huskily said and then big on my neck, making me squirm at the same time that I dripped with excitement.
I smirked, knowing quite well that I would do such a thing. “Choose my entrée for me—fish or chicken. Get a few bottles of bubblies, too,” I shot out my dinner order after I got out of his hold, striding towards the bathroom.
“Anything else? How about a good rub? Satisfaction guaranteed by yours truly.”
“Feed me good food first then we can talk business.” I blew him a kiss before I shut the door, feeling naughty. There was no way in hell we would be able to resist each other tonight. I could feel that we weren’t going to be getting much sleep. Even the sexual banter we’d been throwing at each other all night didn’t deter me. I was ready for the next step.
Fresh out of the shower, I strode out with my white terry robe on, towel-dried hair and in dire need of champagne. Brody was watching soccer on the television, waiting for our room service before he handed me my phone. “Emma called. I picked it up after she called for the third time. She said to call her back the second you get out of shower.”
It sounded like an emergency. “Did she sound okay?”
Brody glanced at me for a bit before shrugging. “She sounds like Emma to me. She wasn’t crying or anything, nothing like that.”
Okay, that’s a good sign. “Okay, I’m going inside the room to call her. Just knock on the door to let me know the room service is here.” I got up, kissing his nose. “Thank you for bringing me here. I love this.”
“I love you,” he said before pulling me against his lips, giving me a more thorough kissing.
Parting from his lips and chest, I got to my feet and went inside the bedroom, closing the door then turning the lock for good measure. It didn’t take long until I dialed her number and I wasn’t surprised a bit when she picked up my call the second it rang.
“What’s up, Hollywood?” I greeted her, trying to sound light even though I was worried inside.
“She’s here,” Emma hissed into the phone as if trying to hide that she was on the phone, or trying to keep her voice low so that no one could hear her.
“Who’s there? Aren’t you filming in Chicago with that new hunk? What’s his name again?” My mind could picture the actor, but his name had totally left me.
Emma groaned on the other end, pissed off at my slowness. “Nikki is here! I decided to surprise him in Vancouver since we haven’t seen each other in two weeks because our schedule’s been so crazy. Well, the bitch decided to show up an hour after I arrived, saying that she needed emotional support. She even tried to vent out, saying how depressed she is—to me! F*cking unbelievable.”
Bitch mole was back. I wonder how Bass was going to handle this without pissing Emma off. He could always send her packing. Hell, I’m even surprised that he hadn’t. “Tell her to get lost and put her on the next plane out.”
“Bass wanted to, but she started puking so we had to put her in the other room. It’s disgusting to watch her around Bass. She’s in love with him, it’s so sickeningly obvious.”
Nikki wasn’t a lucid woman, I wasn’t sure if it was the pregnancy hormones or if she was merely pretty wacked up beforehand. “She’s delusional. Make sure to put her in her place before you leave. Guess that means there’s no sexy time for you two love birds?”
“Well, Bass doesn’t seem to care that she’s in the other room. We just went at it, back to back.” I could hear her smile through her announcement.
Way to send the message loud and clear Bass Cole. I busted out laughing, thinking wickedly as to how Nikki might’ve looked when she could hear live porn coming out of Bass’s bedroom. “Please tell me you were loud, please, please.”
“Like I could hold it back! Bass and two weeks of no sex. Imagine a bear that just came out of hibernation—that was him.”
Goodness, Emma. I knew how Bass was—I saw him in action in Greece and I couldn’t help blushing at the thought of it again. Shit, darn Bass and his skills. “I haven’t had sex in a month. Stop making me jealous.” I had the power to change that, soon…
“What the hell are you waiting for? Oh, by the way, I’m going to Italy next month, Trista and Amber are tagging along since they have been calling me non-stop about it.” Emma sounded pretty excited.
Then there’s that, too. I knew she was close to Jacques and I bet Amber as well as Trista were extra excited to be around top of the line bad boys of car racing—not to mention the hotness that was the Duque Andrès Franco or “The Rogue Duke” as they’d nicknamed him. “Sounds exciting.” It really did…
“Why don’t you come and join us? It should be fun. Your sense of humor with the guys will definitely click.”
Damn, I wanted to go so bad. Fick. Fack. F*ck. “Um, will he be there?” I didn’t need to emphasize who he was to Emma. She knew who I meant. There was no other he to me, other than him. The Greek.
Emma was pouring something before she took a big gulp and responded to my question. “I texted him. He said he’s busy and might even be in Asia then. His dad wants to retire soon, so he’s getting more responsibilities as the months progress.”
“You’re not lying to me, are you?” It was rude, but I had to double-check. I meant it when I vowed not to see him anytime soon.
“I wouldn’t lie to you about that. Think about it. Anyway, I got to go. Bass just came out of the shower and is asking about—” Emma gasped on the other end. “Bass!”
There were some weird sounds then Emma’s moans became clearer by the second. “Are you guys—Oh my God!” I screeched, cutting the call.
I was staring into space, shaking my head and trying to forget what I’d just heard when Brody gently knocked on the door. Automatically, I got up and opened the door, still deep in thought.
“You okay? You don’t look it.” Brody frowned at me when I strolled to join him at the dining table.
I’m not sure, was I? “I heard Bass and Emma having sex—loudly—in my ear. It’s still ringing.”
“That’s pretty normal. I hear people having sex all the time, but I don’t look the way you do. I didn’t know it bothers you that much.” He kissed my check before pouring me a glass of champagne.
It wasn’t about that, but that dirty mouth of Bass’s and the way he said things to Emma… I need to be inside you. Own you. F*ck you. I need to come all over you, moro mou… then, I suppose, Bass hammered her into oblivion because he was talking about her p-ssy and then Emma’s screams killed my curiosity. Dear goodness, that was the hottest thing I’d ever heard. It reminded me of how Dimitris and I had been, utterly mind-blowing.
I’d had sex with Brody before. It’s great sex, but not like Dimitris’s. Maybe we only needed time to get there. Didn’t they say practice made perfect?
Well, I was about to test that theory.
~L~
I woke up with a smile, stretching lazily before I latched onto Brody’s chest with a hand that was mildly appreciative. Flashbacks of last night played in my head, making me smile. The theory definitely was in progress, though it wasn’t par, it certainly was fantastic.
Slow lovemaking didn’t used to do it for me, but Brody proved me wrong.
“What are you smiling about?” he grumbled, pulling me closer while his other hand caressed my belly, teasing, before it sought my crevice, caressing it in circles.
I quickly glanced at the clock, checking. “Nothing, it’s already noon. We can just stay here all afternoon. I don’t mind.”
“Shit. We have to go.” He sat up, trying to make me do the same. “You wanted to go to SeaWorld, pookie. Get your ass out of bed. I’m going to order lunch. Do you want coffee or anything?”
That question made me grin. “Yes. I want YOU. Extra cream and a double shot, please.”
“Now, you’re just being cute. Come on, let’s go. I’ll make it up to you tonight.” Brody winked at me before grabbing the hotel phone and ordering our lunch.
Uh, so much for excitement around here, guess I’d have to wait until tonight.
After lunch, I was still grumpy. Well, that was already expected, but when we parked, bought tickets and entered the amusement park, my grumpiness evaporated. I felt like a kid inside, exploring a new place, loving how Brody didn’t mind that I was getting all hyped up to see Shamu in action.
We spent our entire day in SeaWorld. It was good, old fun and it seriously brought us closer. I had never dated like this before. The usual parameters were restaurants, parties and clubs.
When we got back to our villa, I was ready to order in, watch a good movie and cuddle—yes, I’m a cuddler now—kiss some more and drink more bubbles.
As I was getting out of the shower, busy thinking about what we could do tonight other than movies, Brody saw me, eyes glittering. He had just got off the phone when he saw me walk by, snaking his arm around me, slowly unlatching my robe. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“I’m going to change for dinner.” Well, I was, but it sure looked like it wasn’t going to happen anytime soon.
He pushed my robe aside before he guided me towards the bed, eyes feasting on my nakedness. “Not yet. Let me eat mine first then I’ll feed you.” I had my mouth open when he used two fingers to toy with my *. Brody still had his feet on the floor, one hand on the mattress, eyes on me, soaking in my moans and pleas. “Let me eat you,” he offered, eyes flicking towards my p-ssy then into my eyes.
Danger zone. I had nothing against that, but since I’d experienced the intense whiplash of Dimitris’s torque-like tongue, I knew the rest who would try wouldn’t even come close. Brody was decent before, but I’d rather not compare because the Greek’s was still so fresh in my mind and I didn’t want to be disappointed in Brody, not tonight, maybe in the next few months, but surely not this evening. “No, I can’t wait for you to be inside me. Let’s skip it; I’m not that fond of it, anyway.”
Such lies.
“How can you not—” He stopped yapping when I got him on the bed and started to work on his pants, peeling them off.
I gave him a direct look, one that should tell him not to mess with me. “Please, just shut the hell up.” When I got him naked, I put back on a smile when I saw how hard he was. Gently stroking it, I licked it once just to see how he tasted.
“Suck me. Suck it hard,” Brody gritted out, gently poking his engorged head on my lips, splitting them apart.
Hollowing my cheeks, I slid his shaft deeper into my hungry mouth, sucking and moaning at the very sight of him in his rapturous state. After another good minute, I pulled him out of my mouth and carefully placed the condom on. I slowly positioned myself above him, lining my opening onto his steel cock before gently lowering myself. A loud guttural gasp came from me when the head slid into my muscles, stretching me.
Brody gripped my ass, took charge and slammed me all the way down, to the base of his dick, piercing me good. “Shit, Linds,” he gutted out. “Ride my cock, baby. Show my cock how much you missed it.”
“F*ck!” I yelped in a shaky tone when Brody gripped my sides, grounding me down as he rocked me back and forth, without premonition. I was wet, but the way he was grinding me, I was coming freely, until he started pumping hard then released his seed, cursing loudly.
Sweaty and completely out of my mind, I was trying to catch my breath as I placed my forehead on his chest and then rolled like a doll, falling next to his sated body.
We were quiet a moment, enjoying and remembering what we had just shared until he spoke up a few minutes later. “What’s your sexual fantasy?” Brody murmured, stroking my hair as our breaths evened.
Well… was it wise to speak to your boyfriend about complicated subjects like fantasies? I had no idea. “Why—what’s yours?”
“Avoiding the question much?” Brody’s thumb found my nipple, lazily circling it while deep in thought. “It’s a fantasy—and most fantasies don’t ever happen—and I’m not sure I’d want it to happen, anyway.” He paused, figuring out what to say next. “You know what, let’s drop the subject. It was stupid.”
Uh, no, buddy. Not when you have piqued my curiosity, I thought, wondering what it was. Was it about another woman he wanted? Um, hell, no. “You better tell me now or you won’t be getting laid for the next month!”
“It’s a fantasy—promise me you won’t get mad?”
“Promise, promise. Now, tell me!”
“A threesome with you. You blowing a guy while I f*cked you from behind.”
Whoa. Damn. F*ck. It was a fantasy… one that I would prefer if it ever took place. “Interesting. So, watching me like that turns you on?”
“Every guy has a fantasy. I’m sure most women have the same exact ones. That’s the thing—men have these—but it doesn’t mean that we’ll act on it or would push it to happen. It just stays there in your imagination, nothing more.”
How kinky was his mind? I wondered. “So, how often do you think of me in such a precarious situation?”
“Every jack-off session.”
Typical, healthy male; that’s good. “And that happens… every?”
Brody slowly got on top of me, blatantly licking my nipple as he spoke to me, “Every day—two to three sometimes, depends on how blue-balled you get me that day.”
Funny. “You are one horny man, Brody Thompson.”
He thrust into me, lodging his cock deeply before he made a low, rumbling growl. “F*ck. Condom. Reach one for me, will you?” he asked, slowly pumping his shaft in me, having a hard time holding back.
Yeah, we needed one, I thought as I twisted my body to reach one out of several on the table before handing it out to him. I wasn’t going to risk pregnancy. It’s best to have the man use a condom and still be on birth control. No one can tell me that I wasn’t careful because I was. Motherhood was something I didn’t want. EVER. The only time I slipped from my rule was with Dimitris… that one week in Athens.
Closing my eyes, I imagined how he took me in the gym, the feral look in his beautiful eyes, the animalistic way he f*cked me while we both watched in the mirror. I was writhing in earnest before I felt Brody’s dick slide into me, picking up pace. “Tell me about your fantasy,” I asked, dreaming of that gym—thinking it was him on me, in me. I was getting so turned on; I simply wanted to cry out his name.
Brody was on a mission, working me hard. “I know, the thought of you like that—gets me off every single time.”
Oh hell, the thought of Brody doing that made me push the Greek out of my mind. Yes, deeper, I silently pleaded as he worked in and out of my body. “Tell me all about it,” I panted out as I watched his cock disappear into my opening, watched as he pulled it out, then slammed it back in.
“I don’t like the thought of you cheating, but if you’re with me—enjoying it with me and sharing it with me—I’m up for that.” He kept on f*cking me, taking a nipple in between his teeth and tugging at it.
Mother hell, yes! “Baby—I’m so close—please, harder!”
He pounded me so hard I knew I would ache tomorrow. A month of abstinence and my libido was back, but nowhere near as titillating as the one I’d had in Athens.
Who’s complaining, though? I was getting my O’s. It should suffice.