I lay on the luxurious linen sheet and looked up at Brody, who was grinning down at me. I was completely naked and so was he, and I giggled as he poured champagne on my body.
“You really shouldn’t be wasting it, Brody. I would like to drink some.”
“Well, how’s about I lick it up, and you sip it from my mouth?”
“That doesn’t sound quite as romantic or as sexy as you think it sounds. You know that, right?”
“It might not sound sexy, but it sure will be sexy,” he said, winking as he fell onto the bed next to me. He leaned down and licked off the champagne he’d just poured onto my stomach , and my back arched as my entire body grew to life.
“You are really bad, Brody.”
“I know,” he said. “You know what I want to do tomorrow?”
“No. What do you want to do tomorrow?”
“I want to look for a house.”
“You’re going to look for a house? What?”
“I don’t have anywhere to stay yet. And as I’m sure you know, I was kind of staying at Finn’s and hotels. I’m ready to find a place, and I want you to help me. I want you to give me your womanly advice.”
“Really? You trust me enough to let me help you choose a place?”
“Yeah. I want it to be someplace where you feel comfortable.”
“Where I feel comfortable?” I blinked.
“I’m not asking you to move in with me right away, because that would be absolutely crazy.” He paused. “Unless, of course, you want to move in with me.”
“No, Brody. I can’t move in with you. We don’t really know each other that well.”
“Yeah, but there’s nothing like getting to know each other.”
“Not while living with each other.” I shook my head. “Plus, I want you to chase me. Just because I’m here with you right now, and I like you, and I’m in love with you, doesn’t mean you still don’t have to woo me.”
“Oh, so you want to be wooed, do you?” He grinned at me, and I felt his hands playing with my hair.
“Yeah, I want to be wooed. I want to be treated like a princess.”
“Don’t worry, my dear. I will definitely treat you like a princess.” He pressed his lips against mine, and his hands slid down my stomach between my legs. He started rubbing me fervently, and I moaned against his lips.
“And I don’t just mean when it comes to the bedroom,” I said, “even though that was pretty hot as well.”
“What was pretty hot? Me doing you in the elevator or me doing you in the bed?”
“Both were pretty hot. Though I have to admit, I didn’t think my first time making love with you was going to be in an elevator.” I laughed. “But our relationship is anything but conventional.”
“You’re not mad at me, are you? I just couldn’t resist. And I was so hot for you.”
“No, it was perfect. It symbolizes what we have.”
“And what’s that?” he said.
“It’s pure. It’s raw. It’s honest. It’s dirty. It’s impulsive. And it just doesn’t make sense.” I laughed. “But it works.”
“It definitely works for me. How did I get so lucky to meet someone like you?”
“I don’t know. Maybe you prayed to God for me?”
“Maybe,” he said. He slipped a finger inside me, and I closed my eyes. “I just know that I never want to forget this feeling.”
“What feeling is that?” I said, mumbling, barely coherent.
“This feeling of loving the person that I’m with. This feeling of contentment. This feeling of overwhelming happiness.”
He slipped his finger out, and my eyes flew open. I pouted up at him. “Don’t stop.”
“Oh my darling, Susie. I’m going to give you something so much better than my finger,” he said as he positioned himself between my legs.
His cock rubbed my clit, and I groaned. “Oh fuck,” I said.
“What?” He looked at me, a seductive glint in his eyes, and I just shook my head.
“Don’t tease me. Please, Brody, don’t tease me. I just need to feel you inside me.”
“Beg me for it,” he said.
“I’m not going to.” I cried out as he slid his head inside me. I waited for him to thrust into me completely, but he didn’t. He bit down on his lower lip as he stared at me.
“I could be here all day and all night,” he said.
“Brody, just fuck me already,” I said, grabbing him and pulling him down on top of me.
He chuckled as he kissed me hard, and then I felt him thrusting inside me. He moved fast, and I wrapped my legs around him, loving the way he slid so deep inside me. Loving the way he knew exactly how to hit it. He kissed the side of my neck, and I cried out as his teeth bit down on my skin. And then I felt his fingers on my breasts, and I purred, almost like a cat, as his fingers played with my nipples.
“I love the noises you make. I love to hear you. I love to smell you. I love—oh shit.” He pulled out of me quickly and then grabbed my legs and put them over his shoulders before sliding back into me again. He moved quicker this time, his balls bouncing against the underside of my ass as he slammed into me hard and fast. This was primal. This was real. This was as hot as all the other times. And as I felt myself coming, I screamed, not caring that I was being loud or that my body was making noises I’d never known existed before. He grunted before he slammed into me one last time, and I felt him coming inside me before he stilled and dropped back down onto the bed. He was still inside me. And I looked in his eyes as he stroked my face. He kissed me tenderly.
“So, Susie, I have something to ask you.”
“Yeah?”
“Do I need to be looking for a nursery in my new house?”
“Sorry, what?” I blinked at him. “Are you trying to tell me you’ve knocked up some woman?
“No, I’m asking if…” He looked at me and then slid his cock out of me.
We both looked down, and I started laughing. “Oh,” I said and shook my head. “No, we’re okay.”
“Okay,” he said. “Because honestly, I wouldn’t mind. Honestly, you’re the sort of woman that I’d love to have a kid with.”
“I think we’re going to have to talk about when that moment would be, Brody. I don’t even really have a job yet, let alone am I ready to have a baby.”
“I know. I’m not ready either. I want years of being with you and fucking you and making you mine before we bring another little Susie into the world. Or a little Brody.”
“Oh my gosh.” I shuddered. “I can’t imagine what it would be like to have a little Brody.”
“What does that mean? You know you’d love it.”
“I love you, yes. And I would love any children that we had.” I groaned. “Oh my gosh, how are we even having this conversation?”
“I don’t know.” He laughed. “Maybe because I’ve come inside of you three times, and knowing me, I’d have very potent sperm.”
“Okay, well.” I paused and chewed on my lower lip. All of a sudden, I was feeling slightly jealous.
“What is it? Why do you look so upset? Why do you look like you shut down?”
“I was just wondering if you’ve gotten any other women pregnant.”
“Honestly?” He looked at me. “And I know you might find this hard to believe, because I would probably find this hard to believe, but you’re the only woman I’ve never used protection with.”
“Get out of town, Brody Wainwright.” I started laughing. “Seriously?”
“Seriously.” He nodded. “Obviously, I haven’t been a saint, and obviously, I’ve gotten around.”
“I know, I know. You don’t have to tell me more.”
“But I’ve been very careful. Those other interactions were all about just getting some, you know? And this was more about being with the woman I love, and I have to admit that there’s something different about making love.”
“Oh yeah? You think it’s better than fucking?”
“Nothing beats deep, raw fucking, but I think we made love and we fucked, right?”
“That does not sound romantic, Brody.”
“Well, you’re going to have to forgive me because I’m kind of new to this romance thing. However, I do want to get it right.”
“It’s okay. At least I know whatever you say is sincere.”
“I’m nothing if not sincere, my dear.”
“Really, Brody?”
“Really.” He kissed me on the lips again. “So you’ll come with me tomorrow?”
“Sure,” I said.
“And you’ll think about moving in with me?”
“It’s way too soon for us to even talk about that.”
“Okay, I get it. But I do have one other question for you.”
“Yeah?”
“Will you be my girlfriend, Susie Benedict?”
“What?” My jaw dropped as I stared at him. “What are you asking me?”
“You understand English? I think I was pretty clear.”
“Um, but…”
“But nothing. Will you be my girlfriend?”
“Are you sure you want to ask me this? Are you—”
“I know this has been like a whirlwind, and I know you’re probably still not even sure if you can trust me or what I say or do, and I understand that. And I understand if you need time. But from the first moment we met, from those first few days together, I knew I was with someone special. I never believed in things like soul mates before, but I’m a total believer now. I truly believe you were made for me. And I truly believe I was made for you. And I want you to know that there is no one that could ever take your place. I want to dedicate myself to you and our love, and oh my God.” He shook his head, “If anyone ever heard me saying this, they’d think I had some sort of mental health issue. I sound crazy. I totally don’t sound like myself.”
I started laughing. “Oh, Brody, are you already regretting what you said?”
“Never. This feeling… It’s magical and I never want to lose it. You feel like home to me. You feel like family. You feel like everything.” He stroked the side of my face and then kissed me softly. “You’re the only person that’s ever gotten me to open up in my life, and thank you. Thank you for trusting me. Thank you for giving me so many chances. Thank you for being honest with me. Thank you for caring. Thank you for seeing the man I am inside even when I didn’t want to see him.”
“I know that what we have is special, Brody,” I said softly. “I know that I’m falling in love with you, and I know that you’re a good guy, but…”
“But what?” he said, worry on his face.
“No.” I touched him softly. “I’m definitely going to be your girlfriend.” I grinned. “There’s no way I’m letting another woman get you.”
He started smiling. “So what’s the but about?”
“But I think you need to see a therapist,” I said softly, wondering how he’d react. He made a face and sighed, but I prodded on. “I’m always here to talk to you, and I’m sure Finn and Marcia are, but we don’t necessarily have everything that you need to work through this. I’m not a professional. I don’t know how to help you besides listening and being there for you. This guilt isn’t just going to go away in a day or a month or maybe even a year. And your coping mechanisms, they’re not going to change overnight. And we’re going to have arguments, and we’re going to fight, and things are going to happen. I don’t want you to rush to a bar. I don’t want you to rush to flirt.”
“I would never cheat on you,” he interrupted me, and I shook my head.
“I know you wouldn’t cheat on me, but you might still flirt with someone else. You might still ponder the option. And I don’t want you getting drunk. Alcohol isn’t the way to cope, you understand?”
“I know,” he said. He let out a deep sigh and ran his hand through his hair. “I know. And you’re right. Actually, I was thinking about that when I was at the bar. Maybe it’s time.”
“You were? You were thinking about it?”
“Well, when I thought about you and how I stood you up and how I’d hurt you, I realized that I didn’t like who I was. I didn’t like how I was acting. And I was scared that perhaps I’d lost you forever. I know I need help and need to process this in the right way. So yeah, I’m willing to see a therapist, and I’m going to do it for me. And maybe I’ll also check out some AA classes. I don’t think I’m an alcoholic, but I don’t think it’s healthy for me to turn to alcohol when I need to cope.” He smiled at me and touched my face. “Are you sure you want to take this on with me? I know it’s a lot, Susie. And you deserve someone that doesn’t have demons or issues. Someone that’s got their shit together.”
“But who really has their shit together? I’m not perfect either. I’ve got my own issues too.”
“You don’t strike me as the type to have issues.”
“Maybe not as hardcore as yours, but I have insecurities and other things, you know?”
“But we can work on them together. I’ll support you in any way you need me to, Susie.” He squeezed my hand and then pulled me up into his arms and held me close to him. I felt his hand rubbing my back, and I pressed my lips against his cheek.
“You’re an amazing man, Brody Wainwright. Don’t you ever forget it, okay?”
“I think having you by my side for the rest of my life will be all the reminder I need that I’m not a completely horrible person. Because someone like you, someone as beautiful, as kind, as compassionate, as generous, and as strong-willed… Well, she wouldn’t be with someone like me unless she saw something. So I’m going to make sure that I prove to you every single day that your faith and your trust is worth it. I love you, Susie Benedict. I love you more than I ever thought was possible. And I know we might not have the easiest road ahead, but I know it’s going to be the most fun journey and adventure, and I can’t wait. I can’t wait to see you in a wedding dress one day while I’m at the end of the aisle waiting for you.”
“Brody Wainwright, you are probably one of the most romantic men I’ve ever met. Which, if you would’ve told me when I first met you, I never would’ve believed.”
“I never would’ve believed it either. So should we call Finn and Marcia and tell them the good news?”
I laughed. “Yeah, perhaps. And then I should tell Shantal and Lilian as well. They are going to be absolutely flabbergasted.”
“I’d like to meet them,” he said.
“Really?”
“Yeah. Your friends are my friends, and I know they probably don’t think the best of me right now. So I want to show them a side of me that is easy to like and love. I want them to be happy for us, for you, for me. I don’t want them to think you made a mistake.”
“I know. I don’t think they will, but it would be helpful if they knew some of the background.” I paused. “But obviously if you don’t want me to share, I won’t.”
“No,” he said, “you can share. I think one of the biggest problems has been that I’ve kept it to myself, inside and quiet. I can’t do that anymore. Patrick deserves more than that. He deserves to have his name spoken. He deserves to be remembered. I fucked up with that. And you know what? I’m going to reach out to Michael. Maybe he’ll want to go to therapy as well. I’m going to reach out to my parents. I’d love for you to meet them. I want to make things right. We all need to move on. We all need to grow. And that’s what family is about—forgiveness and love. You made me realize that. I love you.”
“I love you too, Brody. More than you’ll ever, ever know.”
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The next book in the series is P.S. Lose This Number and it is Lilian’s book.
To The Guy at The Coffee Shop,
I did not intend to give you my phone number. I was actually waiting on several dates to show up; don’t ask, it’s a long story. I certainly didn’t need to slip my number into your pastry bag just so I could attempt to catch you. I don’t even know who you are and I don’t care. I found you to be extremely impertinent at the coffee shop. Who interrupts someone else's date to tell their own anecdotes and stories? Especially when that someone else is a stranger. Just because we had a five minute verbal sparring match, it doesn’t mean we actually know each other. No, I have no interest in getting dating advice from you. And I certainly have no interest in learning the art of flirtatious touch. Are you out of your mind. All I can say is please stop sending me daily dating tips. Maybe work on not being a cocky ass before you try to help others.
Now Leave Me Alone,
Lilian
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