Club Nova Vol. 4 (Brad Grayson) (7 page)

“We’ll figure something out that doesn’t involve you having to go.”

Victoria wrapped her arms around him—his body so strong, lean, and safe—and nodded her head continuously, knowing Brad had a plan to end it once and for all.

What the hell was Victoria thinking with all these crazy suggestions? Now not only did he have to figure out what to do about Peyton and this deal, he had to worry extra about Victoria’s safety. Especially now that he knew she was thinking of acting on her own solutions. Shit. Besides that, however, he loved how devoted she was to him and the success of Club Nova, but if he’d learned anything from being with her it was that her life—or anybody’s life for that matter—wasn’t worth any amount of money. And that was a new revelation for him.

He tilted her head and captured her lips in a deep, passionate kiss. He had to show her how much she meant to him. The thought of being without her or having anything happen to her brought him to his knees.

He changed the angle of the kiss and deepened it, made it harder, more desperate. He couldn’t let anything happen to her. He
wouldn’t
let anything happen to her. She was most certainly his greatest weakness, his only weakness perhaps, but she was also now his primary reason for getting up in the morning, for fighting every day to maintain what he could lose in an instant.

“Why don’t you go upstairs and wait for me,” he whispered against her lips. “I’m going to make a couple of phone calls, and then I’ll be up.” He kissed her again before she had the chance to respond.

“What’re you going to do?” She put her hands on his waist, her grip firm as if she was afraid to let him go. He could certainly relate. It seemed as if anything was possible when they were separated.

“I have a couple people I need to talk to, and then I’m going to come up with a solution with Philip about our next moves. We have some good solid information to work from now, thanks so you.” He stroked her soft, flush cheek with his thumb. He loved how she leaned into his every touch as if filling an empty void.

“Just don’t do anything foolish, okay?” She looked up at him with the sincerest of eyes.

“Don’t worry, baby. I’ve got this completely under control.” Brad kissed her forehead, allowing himself to linger. He sighed. “I really don’t want you involved in this anymore than you already are. So will you please just go upstairs and wait for me? I promise I won’t be long.”

Victoria nodded. “Okay.” She kissed him on the cheek and patted his chest. “Don’t be too long.”

He smiled, reassuring her he’d be up shortly. Like he could stay away from her for too long.

He watched her disappear upstairs, and as soon as she was out of sight, he pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and called Adrian. After giving Adrian a full rundown of everything that had happened with Peyton and the deal and Victoria’s safety, Brad finally paused to take a breath.

“You can’t be serious,” Adrian said, his voice flat, disbelieving.

“I’m dead serious, Adrian. You wouldn’t believe how out of control everything has gotten.”

“Wow.”

“The woman is flat out crazy, and it’s getting damn near impossible to proceed.” Brad paced the hallway, dragging his hand through his hair. “I’m not sure what else I can negotiate.”

“What do you mean negotiate? You said the deal was done, right? Terms have been made and agreed to, so what’s left to negotiate? Sign the goddamned papers and be done with her.”

Brad sighed. “I wish it were that easy. Signing these papers won’t be the end of it. Not with her. It’ll just be the start.”

“This is your specialty. Stay strong, brother.”

“This time it’s different. The woman won’t give up. She won’t give me a moment’s peace. And I shudder to think what she’ll try to do to Victoria . . .” Brad stopped pacing, rested his forehead against the wall, and blew out his frustration. He couldn’t even imagine what danger Victoria might be in if he went through with this. What would he be setting in motion?

“Look, Brad, as your business partner, I’m telling you to get this fucking deal done. It’s too big to fail. That’s why we decided to go after it in the first place, remember?”

“I know.”

“If you don’t, I will.”

“Fuck.” Brad kicked the wall. “Just once, Adrian, it would be nice if you had my back. After all the shit I’ve done for you.” He shook his head. “I know damn well if our roles were reversed and it was Hilary in this position, you’d have walked away weeks ago. Didn’t you hear what we’ve been through?”

There was silence for several moments and Brad could only hope Adrian was seriously placing himself in Brad’s shoes. “You’re smart and ruthless, Brad. That’s what I love about you. That’s what everyone loves about you. I know you can figure something out that doesn’t involve blowing this deal, and when you figure it out, let me know.” The line went dead.

With an aggravated grunt, Brad put his phone back into his pocket and re-entered the office to talk to Philip. “What’s the plan?” he asked. As much as he hated to admit it, Adrian was right. Brad was a smart, ruthless businessman. Never once did he tuck his tail and run from a challenge. He wasn’t going to let some horny, lying, greedy twat get the best of him, not in a world of business and high stakes.

“We’re going to have Victoria—”

“No.” Brad shook his head. “She’s not to be involved at all. I can’t agree to that.”

Philip planted his palms flat on the table and leaned over, exhausted. “Let me finish before you say anything.”

“You’re right. I’m sorry.”

“We’re going to have Victoria call her kidnapper and say she needs his help, that she wants to work with him to resolve his past grievances with Peyton.”

Brad hung his head and hid his hands deep inside his pockets and just listened.

“We’ll have Victoria set up a meeting. When she does, we’ll send one of the guys to the rendezvous. We’ll snatch this guy and hold him long enough for you to make the deal.”

“And the point of holding him is—?” Brad inquired.

“He can be our bargaining chip.”

“And where will Victoria be during all of this?”

“Safe and sound wherever you want her to be. Here in the condo or somewhere else if you prefer. That’s your call. I can have my guys in place wherever you want. She won’t be left alone.”

Brad blew out a heavy breath. It was a big decision and all the weight rested on his shoulders. It sounded like a reasonably safe and logical plan, but there was always that chance of something taking a turn for the worse. It wasn’t ever his style to stoop to others’ levels, and kidnapping this loser would be doing exactly that. He rubbed the stubble on his chin and thought. Why he cared so much, he didn’t know. “All right, let’s do it.” He nodded, then left the office and went upstairs to find Victoria, the one true aura of peace in his life. But what he was about to ask her to do, he hated himself for even agreeing to get her involved in something so dangerous.

Brad opened the bedroom door and peeked inside. Victoria was lying on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. Her ankles were crossed and her hands were folded on her stomach. She was perfect. The calmness in the air instantly relaxed him. She was so beautiful just lying there. She really did have the power to steal his breath. Entering the room, he closed and locked the door.

She turned to look at him. “Everything all—”

“Shh.” He sat on the bed and leaned over, kissing her, not wanting to talk about what he was about to ask her to do.

She put her hands on the back of his neck, stroking his nape and playing with his hair. He groaned, loving her touch. As the kiss grew in intensity, so did his need to be inside of her and escape from the fucked up world surrounding him. He twisted his weight, compressing Victoria beneath him. She welcomed his safety net and he eased her legs apart, settling between them.

“Brad,” she whispered, her voice catching.

“Just . . .” he sighed, “give me a minute of silence, okay?” He sought her lips again, needing to taste her mouth, feel her tongue twisting with his. Brad slipped his hand under her shirt and caressed her soft stomach. He loved feeling her skin populate with goose bumps. He just needed a minute to be with her, to feel her and kiss her and not think about anything else.

Victoria hooked one foot around his leg, drawing him even closer. His cock swelled. He needed this. Needed her. Brad slid his hand lower and lifted her skirt so he could slip his hand down the front of her panties and cup her warm pussy with his palm. When his finger grazed her equally swollen nub and smoothed up her folds, he listened as Victoria moaned and arched into him.

“Shit,” he breathed out roughly, slipping a finger inside of her slick cavern, “we really don’t have time for this.” Yet he didn’t stop. He only teased her more. Her body warmed and welcomed the much needed distraction.

“Brad.”

“Baby.” He unzipped his pants and freed his aching cock, not bothering to take the time to unbutton them or pull them down. His need was too great to waste time on nonsense like that. Yanking her panties to the side, Brad thrust into her with a hard push, burying himself all the way inside of her. She yelped and clawed her nails into his back. Instantly, he relaxed, the ache and unease coursing through his blood vanished.

“Thought we didn’t have time for this,” she said, her voice strained.

“I’ll always have time for this, for you, Victoria.” He grabbed her leg and draped it over his arm so he could plunge into her deeper, thrusting into her over and over again. He unleashed his power, his muscle, giving her everything he had. “Christ, it’s so good, you feel so good.” He leaned down to kiss her, bringing her one knee to her shoulder, almost folding her in half, and he looked at her taking all of him for herself.

She cried out, the sound so heavenly to him. He loved it when she screamed, loved it when she called his name during sex. Loved the way she clawed at his skin. This was the man he was. This was what he had to offer, and he was all hers.

“God.” He gritted his teeth. She was ready to come, he could feel it in the way her pussy gripped and massaged his cock like a vice grip. It was almost painful how tight she became right before her orgasm. “Make me come. That’s it.”

Victoria clutched the back of his head and forced him to keep kissing her. Each kiss was punctuated with a hard thrust into her, and her moaning response in perfect aggressive rhythm. He’d never tire of hearing her moan for him. “Brad. Oh, God, don’t stop.” She worked her hips against his, attempting to meet him thrust for thrust, which was a little hard for her to do when he still had hold of her leg. “Fuck me and I’ll make you come.”

He growled and plunged into her deeper. “You like it like this, baby?” He pounded into her hard and fast, causing her to scream and writhe. “Hmm? Tell me.” He slowed his pace to almost nothing. Pulling his shaft out, leaving only the tip of his cock to drink from her fountain, he teased her into begging for him.

“Yes, I fucking love it.” She nodded emphatically. “Please don’t stop. You’re going to make me come. You’re the only man who can make me come like this. I’m so close, Brad.” Her voice was almost a whine, begging and pleading for him to take her over the cliff.

Smiling, he pinned her shoulder down and resumed his fast, hard pace. “Damn right, I’m the only man,” he said through clenched teeth. “That’s it, love, come for me.” He kissed her almost as hard as he fucked her. “Make me come with you, baby. Let me feel your pussy milking my cock.”

She let out an earth shattering cry as her orgasm built and crashed over her, and although Brad was close, he was far from finished. He’d never truly be finished with her. As soon as her release started to ease, Brad let go of her leg and yanked out of her. She gasped with unexpected surprise, her eyes going wide. He quickly undid his belt and pushed his pants down his thighs. Then he reached for her saying, “Now finish what you started.” His big, strong hands brought her down violently onto his cock.

“Ride me, baby. Take me to paradise.” He clutched her ass cheeks and spread them, holding her down on him. His entire body tensed and his stomach clenched. “Fuck,” he grunted, “baby, please. Make me come.” She held on to him tightly, clenching his oblique’s. Using his hold on her ass, he slowly guided her up the length of his shaft, and then shoved her back down hard enough for the sounds of their smacking flesh to echo around the room. “Fuck me so hard everyone downstairs can hear.”

And holy hell, did she let loose on him. She slammed her pussy down onto his cock so hard and fast he swore she might fracture his dick. Brad grabbed her hips and gritted his teeth as a second orgasm tore through her, and this time he didn’t stop himself, didn’t hold back. He dug his heels into the mattress and fucked her so hard she screamed in ecstasy, and she kept going, doing exactly what he asked of her, which could only mean one thing: she liked it just as savage as she did. Finally, he had met his match.

His cock swelled and his balls tightened.

“God fucking damn it.” He forced the words from his mouth as his body jerked in response to him showering her inner walls with his sacred nectar.

“Hmm, good boy.” Her voice trembled and she smiled down on him, clearly proud of what she had done.

He wrapped his arms around her and brought her down to him, his hips still twitching, responding to her, driving his cock into her even though he’d just come. He palmed the back of her head and kissed her lazily. “You wouldn’t believe how much I needed that,” he whispered. “And you?” He laughed.