“Gimmie a minute, darlin'” I say. “I'll be right back.”
She laughs as I dash out of the shower and watches me rummaging through the drawers in the cabinet, looking desperately for a condom. I breathe a sigh of relief when I find one and hold it up for her to see.
“Success!” I say, beaming happily.
After putting it on, I walk back into the shower and take her hand, pulling her over to the in-shower bench. I sit down on it and then turn her around, giving me a perfect view of her incredibly perfect ass. Grabbing her by the hips, I pull her down. She grabs hold of my cock, guiding me to her tight, wet little pussy and then gasps as she slips it into her and slides down on it.
I grab Amanda's hair and pull it firmly, yanking her head back so I can kiss her neck as she begins to bounce up and down on my cock. She moves hard and fast, impaling herself on my cock over and over again, her breath becoming ragged and her body tense.
I knead her breasts with my hands, giving her nipples a firm pinch that makes her cry out. I arch my hips upward, trying to drive myself even deeper into her. And when I do, Amanda moans my name softly. Her entire body tenses up and then she leans back against me. I feel her body shuddering and trembling as she comes for me.
Kissing her neck, I let her catch her breath and ride out the waves of pleasure that are coursing through her.
“Oh my God, that was amazing,” she moans, her voice thick and husky.
I smile and stand her up. “You're pretty amazing,” I say as I kiss her.
“It's your turn,” she says.
“Damn right it is, darlin'.”
I smile and turn her around again, bending her over the bench. She plants her hands on it and looks back at me over her shoulder, a saucy smile on her face. Stepping up behind her, I grab hold of my prick and guide it to her tight opening. With one hard thrust, I drive myself deep into her pussy, drawing a long, loud moan of pleasure from her.
With one hand on her hip, I reach up and pull her hair nice and hard as I fuck her. The sensations coursing through me as I drive my cock into her again and again are unbelievable. I cry out, calling her name as I thrust myself deep into her.
Amanda pushes herself back against me, grinding herself on me as I fuck her. The sound of flesh meeting flesh as our bodies slap together echoes around the bathroom. Mixed with our moans and cries, it's one of the most erotic sounds I've ever heard and it's turning me on beyond belief.
I feel my balls tightening and the pressure building up low within me. I know I'm not going to last much longer. As my body tightens up, I can feel my movements growing more and more erratic and I feel almost frenzied as I slam myself into her again and again.
Amanda looks back at me again, her cheeks flushed with color and that same naughty smile on her face.
“Let go, baby,” she moans. “Come for me. I want you to come hard for me, Brady.”
And as she clamps the muscles inside of her down around me, it pushes me over the edge. I feel my body get extremely tight a moment before it feels like everything inside of me lets go and turns to jelly. I throw my head back and call her name as my cock begins to throb and pulse as I blow my load into the condom.
As my cock pulses inside of her, Amanda cries out as another orgasm grips her. I relish the feel of her body shuddering while I'm inside of her, all of her muscles constricting and squeezing – heightening the pleasure coursing through the both of us.
A few moments later, I feel my deflated cock slip out of her and she stands up, turning around to face me. We kiss passionately and in that moment, I feel like I could stay there, with her, forever and be happy doing so. And looking into her eyes, I think I can see the same feelings being reflected back to me.
“As amazing as that was,” she says, “we should probably get cleaned up for real.”
I laugh. “Probably so,” I say. “Miss Delia's probably already looking for us.”
After throwing the condom away, I stand beneath the shower with Amanda. We take turns washing each other, and then spend a little time in a lover's embrace. It's one of the most intimate moments of my life and I don't want it to end.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Tiffany
“I have to say, I was surprised to get your call.”
I look at Brady and give him a small smile. “Why is that, Brady?” I ask. “We are family, after all, are we not? Is it a crime to want to have brunch with family?”
He looks at me and I can see the wariness in his eyes. “Is that what we are, Tiffany? Family?”
“Of course, it is,” I say. “We're the only family we have left.”
“That's funny,” he says. “Because I tried maintaining a relationship with you for a long time. Because you are the only family I have left. And yet, you wanted nothing to do with me.”
I take a sip of my mimosa and set the glass back down on the table, saying nothing for a moment. Mr. Haas came back with nothing for me on Amanda Johnston. Poor girl, grew up in an abusive home in California, worked in a coffee house – until she got fired. In school studying to be a child psychologist. It's all a sad story that I can perhaps, use to embarrass her, but nothing that I can use as the scalpel I need to excise her from Brady's – and by extension, my – life.
There is nothing about her past that can even be construed as scandalous. Other than her growing up poor and abused, and apparently being a bit of a smart-mouthed bitch, there is really nothing I can use against her as leverage. Nothing I can use as a threat to get her to walk away from my half-brother. Which is rare. Most everybody has skeletons in their closets.
I look at Brady and give him my warmest, most ingratiating smile.
“Please understand my position, Brady,” she says. “I was essentially abandoned by our father. After he found out my mother was pregnant, he wanted nothing more to do with her. Or with me.”
He shakes his head. “That's not true, Tiffany,” he says. “I can remember plenty of times he tried to get together with you. It was your mother who shot it down every single time. It was your mother who wanted nothing to do with him.”
Lies. Lies fed to him by that dirtbag father of his. Which isn't all that surprising. Nor is Brady's blind acceptance of them. But, I can't really expect much more from him. After all, he's just another blind devotee of his father.
“Are you sure you won't have a mimosa?” I ask.
“No, thank you,” he says. “I'm fine.”
I shrug. “Suit yourself,” I say. “So, I hear you have a new woman in your life.”
He nods. “I do.”
“Well, tell me about her, Brady,” I say. “Is it serious? Is she the one?”
He sighs and looks at me. “Why are we here, Tiffany?”
“I thought it was to have brunch.”
He looks at me with a deadpan expression. “Let's drop the act, what do you say?” he says. “Let's just get down to the brass tacks here, huh?”
“Not much for small talk, are you?”
He shrugs. “I've got better things to do with my time,” he says. “You made your position on us ever being a family pretty clear over the years.”
“Brady,” I say, setting down my mimosa. “Can't you allow for somebody to have a change of heart?”
“Uh huh,” he says. “Change of heart, huh?”
“Yes, a change of heart.”
He picks at the napkin on the table in front of him. “And mind if I ask what's spurred this sudden change of heart?” he asks. “Given the way you've treated me over the years – which is like a damn leper, by the way – what is it that now has you on the let's-be-a-family bandwagon?”