Dirty: Loving Him Against All Odds (7 page)

“What’s wrong?”

“I don’t like those blinds. People can still see into the room. I’ll change them out for better ones.”

“How do you that wasn’t the reason way I put them up in the first place,” she teased, standing next to the bed.

His thin eyebrow went up. He glided slowly over the plush carpet to tower over her. She always liked it when he gave her his lazy, seductive stare, which was what he was doing at that moment. This time, he didn’t stop himself from touching her ass. His hands snaked around her body slowly to touch under her cheeks. He moved his hands upward, bringing the sheer cover up with them until he touched her bare flesh underneath. He let the tips of his fingers slip under her bathing suit bottom. He began to nestle her ass while he pulled her against him.

“I have no problem letting people watch. They might learn a thing or two.”

He bit his lip and tilted his head to the side to glance at her ass. “Hum, I wonder if I can stick my dick in you while we’re in the pool without anyone noticing?” His gaze shifted back to her face when she moaned. “Oh, that’s right…you’re a moaner. Well, maybe just a finger, or two then,” he whispered.

Trish was at a loss. At that second, all the things that she had been doubting about being with Brayden went out the window. All she saw was the man that had been consuming her every thought, the man that had been driving her crazy with desire. Her hands captured his head and pulled him downward to meet her lips. He gladly opened his mouth and relished in her heated kiss. All the other times, it had been him that was pouring himself into each stroke of his tongue with her happily receiving it. However, this kiss was different. Now it was her that was communicating the extent of her need, her passion. He lifted his head to glare at her in awe. He hadn’t been ready for the dizzy sensation he was left feeling. He moved to go back in for another kiss, only for the loud sounds of their children to stop him. He groaned then backed away.

“Move,” he ordered, slapping her on the ass. “Damn girl, look at how that ass jiggles,” he teased as he shook her right ass cheek.

They both went into the living room to find five, hyper kids ready to go for a swim.

“Did you want them to eat before or after the pool?”

Seeing how he wanted to take the opportunity to pick up where they had left off, he went for swimming now. With them being able to keep an eye on the kids from the kitchen and living room, he felt everything would be fine. He walked outside and laid down the ground rules. The fact that the pool only went up to four feet calmed a lot of his worries. He hid his readiness to return back into the house until she was finally ready to do so.

“What’s for lunch?” he inquired, following her through the living room and into the open kitchen. He glanced at the large Tupperware dish that sat upon the large granite island that stood between them.

“Hamburgers on the grill with fries,” she offered. “I just have to season the meat.”

“The meat, hum…and how do you take care of the meat?”

There was no doubting that he wasn’t talking about the cool hamburger she had put in the dish last night to cook by the pool today. She watched him follow the tip of her pink tongue as she moistened her full lips. Brayden had never thought that listening to someone tell their list of seasonings could be so downright sexy, but he found out it could be that day. He watched her lips from under his hooded lids as she spoke. It wasn’t what she said, but the husky tone in how she said it that aroused him. His hand went to his cock. He raised his eyes at the sound of her breath catching in her throat.

“That sounds good, but let me tell you how
I
would do it.”

Trish stood frozen while he walked around the island toward her.

“Do you have an onion and some milk?” he asked.

“Y...yes,” she replied in a shaky voice. Clearing her throat, she turned around to the refrigerator and opened it.

The large door blocked them from the pool and hid them from the view of their kids. Brayden wasted no time using that fact to his advantage. He pushed her forcefully further into the fridge. His strong hands came up to cup her full breasts before he pulled her top down to expose them. Swiftly, he grabbed her by the shoulder and turned her around to face him. She reached down and pulled the cover up to give him access to her body. He opened his mouth wide and began to suckle hard on her nipple. His hands were everywhere. She gripped his hair to hold his mouth in place.

“Lift your leg for me,” he moaned hotly against her flesh.

Without hesitation, she did as he commanded. She shivered at the feel of his hands slowly trailing under her inner thigh. She knew what his destination was, and she couldn’t wait till he reached it. He tugged the suit out of the way. This is when he finally lifted his head from her chest. He gazed upon her shaved pussy as if he was in a trace.

“I’ve laid in bed so many nights, hard as a rock, just imagining how your pussy looked,” he whispered.

Trish almost jumped out of her skin when she felt the first touch of his hand on her quivering flesh. She tightened the walls of her pussy and basked in the sweet pleasurable pain that he was creating in her center.

“My Lord, you’re hungry,” he said through clenched teeth. The tips of his fingers were covered in her juices after running them down the split of her cunt. “Let me help ease some pressure.”

He brought his arm under her raised thigh and held it up. He didn’t want her falling. He entered her body slowly with two fingers. He moved them in and out a few times before he added a third to stretch her wider. He watched her face as he fucked her with his fingers hard. Trish tossed back her head. She held tight to his muscular arms, feeling them ripple and dance under her hands, while she bucked her hips wildly in time with his fingers.

“Oh shit,” she moaned, closing her eyes.

He had shifted the placement of his hand. It was still there giving her pleasure, but it wasn’t the same. She didn’t know how he did it, but somehow he was hitting a spot in her pussy that had never been hit before. With each stroke, he was creating a fire in her that she couldn’t control that ran from the roots of her straightened hair to the tips of her French-manicured toes.

He knew that she was close to her climax. From the ‘in awe’ expression that had come over her face, to the increase of juice that her pussy was producing, to the trembling of her cunt, he knew that him tapping on her G-spot was going to push her over the edge in a matter of seconds. He hooked his fingers and picked up the speed.

“You gotta be quiet, Trish,” he whispered, but he could tell that his words were lost on her.

She wasn’t on Earth anymore. She was floating around on a cloud of bliss. He heard her scream building low in her throat. She opened her mouth as her orgasm overtook her. He covered her mouth with his to muffle her cries as her body shook and jerked, causing the fridge to rock. He slowed the thrusts of his hand, then froze completely until she was done. Trish opened her glazed over eyes to look up into his smiling face.

“And that’s how I take care of my meat,” he smiled.

He stole a quick kiss, removed his hand, and lowered her leg. He made a big show of licking his fingers clean before he reached past her still-stunned frame into the fridge to get the ingredients he needed for the hamburgers. Just like that, he turned away, washed his hands, and went about making the patties as if nothing had happened.

Trish was a bit shy after their encounter in the kitchen. It took a full hour before she was back to her regular self. Now she met his eyes, laughed, and teased him back. He made sure that while they were in the pool, he kept his physical contact to a minimum. It didn’t bother him that she had experienced a moment of shyness. He was wise enough to understand her confusion and her shame. He was the first one to have touched her that way in a very long time. Then there was her very wild response to his hands being on her due to the three-year dry spell that she was ashamed of—he was sure of it. He actually found her reaction refreshing and cute. It pleased him that she had opened herself to him, and he was able to bring her to such a height of passion. His eyes noticed the dark clouds in the sky, still about an hour away. He smoothly moved them back into the house. He couldn’t have her realizing that there was a hell of a storm on the way ‘till it was too late.

He kept up the steady chatter and laughter while he waited for his plan to take effect. He marveled over the fact that he was genuinely enjoying himself. The loud noise, the drama, the arguing, and the tug-a-war to give attention to all the children was so much like the home he grew up in. The time sped by as they broke up into three teams with him and Trish on one, the boys together, and the two girls on the other going head to head in
Just Dance 2015
. He dazzled Trish with his sense of rhythm and his dance abilities. All the laughter died immediately at the earth-shaking snap of thunder, followed by a bright flash of lightning across the dark sky. The little girls let out a scared scream and ran over to Trish for comfort.

“Wow,” the boys said in unison as they looked out the front door to behold the thick sheets of rain coming down.

“It looks like a hurricane out there,” stated Trish’s oldest son.

He moved out of the way to make room for Trish to see for herself. She felt the butterflies in her stomach wake up, as a thought took root in her mind.

Maybe it won’t last long
, she considered.

She closed the door and walked back into the living room. However, what Brayden said next put that thought to bed.

“It doesn’t look good,” he groaned.

They all stood silently as they listened to the weather alert that was being given by the anchor on the
Weather Channel
.

“Hey, this means you’ll have to sleep over,” chimed her daughter, which caused the girls to jump and down, while the boys high-fived each other.

Her light brown eyes darted over to meet Brayden’s. A wicked smile came upon his seductive mouth. She narrowed her eyes and smirked back. She closed the space between them.

“Did you know this would happen?”

“Trish, I know what I did to you might have you looking at me like I’m a god, but I’m not.”

“That’s not what I asked.”

“Put it this way. In that second bag over there is everything we’ll need to have a cozy sleepover.”

She tossed back her head and laughed.
Brayden is relentless
, she acknowledged.

“No sex,” she warned.

“Wow, so I see how it is. Nothing for me after you’ve cum all over my fingers,” he whispered in a deeper voice than his normal
Barry White
tone.

He took a step back when she swayed toward him unconsciously. She was one hot ass piece that was on the verge of popping her stack. He was more than willing to dick her down until his lower back was burning, but not in front of the kids. He watched his behavior and his teasing throughout the night to ensure she didn’t do or say something she would regret later. The rain was still pouring down long after they had cleaned up the kitchen from dinner, the movie was over, baths were taken, and the kids were all in their rooms pretending to go to sleep, but their excited voices still carried into the living room where Trish was helping him pull out the sleeper sofa.

“I’ll use the kids’ bathroom to take a bath,” he said.

He walked over to the bag and pulled out the shorts he had packed for himself.

“No,” she replied quickly. “They need to calm down. You can use my bathroom.”

Her heart felt as if it was in her throat. The mood in the room changed. It was as if the air itself was alive. He nodded and walked out of the room. She waited until he had left the room before she covered her face. She shook her hands frantically while she walked in a circle. She mumbled to herself.

“Ok girl, get it together. Oh, Lord…I want to fuck him so damn bad. His ass…those muscles…our Lord, why, why Father? You know I’m weak and You give me this sweeeeet ass offering. But I can’t have sex in the house when the kids are home,” she rabbled to herself.

She looked at the archway he had disappeared through. Her feet moved on their own as they carried her down the hallway, into her room, across it, and into the bathroom. She could hear the water turning off just as she reached the shower. She could see his body through the steamed, clear glass of the shower door. He could feel her presence in the room even though he hadn’t turned to acknowledge her yet. The expression on his face was strange when he finally turned his head to regard her. It was dark, fierce, and all business. Her greedy eyes roamed over his body. Droplets of water hung from his long lashes, his full lips, and ran down his fit body. He ran his hand through his wet hair.

“You need to leave the bathroom, Trish.”

“Get out.”

Brayden raised his eyebrow. He turned slowly and swung open the shower door. He didn’t move a muscle. He let her examine his body. She started at his collarbone, over his buff chest that was lightly covered with dark hair, over his washboard stomach, to follow the dark trail of hair to his cock. She exhaled at the sight of his dick as it grew even bigger under her heated gaze. He saw her hand move toward him. The air rushed out of his lungs when her sure hands took hold of his dick. In a trance, he allowed her to pull him from the shower by his dick. He cupped her hand, forcing her to grip him tighter.

“Do you know what you’re going to do with that?” he teased. “Lord, yes,” he moaned.

Trish slowly lowered herself to her knees. She traced the thick vein that ran from the root of his dick to the tip. She encircled his mushroomed tip, then nibbled on it lightly. Taking just the tip, she sucked hard on it as if she was puffing on a straw. His hands gripped his thighs to keep them from forcing his cock down her throat. He hissed when she finally opened wide to take his length inside of her hot, moist mouth. His hands moved to cradle the back of her head. His legs went weak. His eyes widened when he noticed that she didn’t stop. More and more of his white dick vanished until his entire shaft was swallowed up by her mouth.

“Ah,” she choked, withdrawing him.

He narrowed his eyes. “Do that again.”

He tossed back his head as his eyes rolled back in his head. This time, it was his turn to moan. His deep voice vibrated off the walls of the bathroom. He lowered his head and watched her under his hooded lids. She sucked him, bobbing her head up and down in a slow tempo. Her saliva ran down his cock to gather in his pubic hair and moisten his tight nuts. He wanted to grab her hair to capture her head before he rammed his dick repeatedly down her throat until she gasped, coughed, and choked, but he didn’t. His legs began to jerk. His breathing became uneven. He knew he was close to cumming. It had been so long since he had jacked off, so it wasn’t going to take him long.

“Stop,” he grunted.

He could see the confession in the depths of her light brown eyes. Brayden pulled her feet. He picked her up, placing her on the sink top.

“You are absolutely amazing,” he smiled. He ran his thumb over her bottom lip.

Trish reached down and pulled him deeper between her legs by his dick. He pushed her hand away, holding his throbbing cock against his stomach. The tip stopped a few inches above his navel. He lifted her face with the finger he placed under her chin. His kiss was slow, deep, and practiced. By the time he broke away, they both were panting. He could barely hear. The loss of blood to his brain was affecting him. He shook his head. A wide smile was on his face.

“You can’t keep me waiting too much longer, Trish.”

She leaned back, propped her left leg up on the sink, and pulled her bathing suit to the side as her answer. Brayden shook his dick in his hand. His gaze burned her pink slit. It flinched and throbbed right before his eyes. His hand dropped to his side.

“Take your bath.”

He saw the look of rejection flash across her face. He stepped back to make room for her as she got off the sink. He grabbed her arm and pulled her back to him. She chewed her bottom lip. His heart contracted over the fact that she wouldn’t look at him.

“Look at me, Reese…please.”

He waited for her eyes to lock onto his.

“I haven’t had sex in over three months because no other woman could cure me of my lust for you,” he admitted. He removed her sheer cover up. He turned her around to face the large bathroom mirror. “Even after three children, you are stunning. I wish you could see…feel what I feel when I look at you.”

He took a step back and left the bathroom. Trish closed her eyes and let his words wash over her. She knew that he wanted her. She knew that if he wouldn’t have stopped her, she would have sucked him and let him fuck her. In that moment, her feelings for Brayden multiplied. She knew why he hadn’t taken what she had so freely offered. In her time of weakness, he did the right thing in stopping things before they got out of hand out of respect for her, her home, and her children.

Twenty minutes later, she walked back into the living room wearing a pair of sweats and an oversized t-shirt. He had a deep frown on his face as he pushed the buttons on the remote.

“What are you trying to do?” she asked.

“I switched the damn channel from the gaming system, and now I can’t watch my cartoons,” he grumbled.

She sucked her teeth, snatched the remote from his hand, and switched the channel back. He rewarded her with a toothy grin. His gaze scanned her body.

“I tried to pick something non-threatening,” she teased.

Brayden’s eyebrow went up, as if to say that’s not possible. She laughed, turned, and plopped down on the edge of his temporary bed. She stared at the tattoo that dominated his back.

“I always wondered if the angel on your back is good or evil.”

“That depends on the day, I guess. So which one…
Scooby-doo, Charlie Brown, or Tom and Jerry?
”

She glanced up at the ceiling in deep thought.

“Tom and Jerry
,” she chuckled.

She crawled into the bed while he put the DVD in the system. He got into the bed. He reached out and pulled her into her arms. They sat, commented, and laughed at the antics of the cat and mouse.

“I never asked you, how was the meeting at your parent’s house?”

“It was loud, and very informative,” he groaned.

“What does that mean?” she asked, shifting a bit to look at him.

He debated what to tell and what to keep. He turned to lay on his side with his head propped up on the pillow. They looked like a pair of kids talking in bed.

“We were discussing the turf war that’s brewing,” he replied nonchalantly. He was having a hard time reading her expressionless face. “Like as in the Mob,” he added for her sake.

“So what side are you guys on?” she asked in a calm voice.

He was a bit taken back by her reaction.

“Brayden, you did say that your uncles financed your business to clean their money,” she pointed at. “Besides, your dad was like fuckin’ Tony Soprano when we were in school. I’m not dumb. What I need to know is how deep in shit are you?”

“I’m not,” he promised. “My businesses are all legal now. I’m not bull shitting you, but I am
very
close with my family,” he explained.

“So you have ties to the mob. Well, you can’t choose your family,” she said with a wave of her hand.

He was floored that she wasn’t cursing and spitting over what he had just told her.

Maybe she would be ok with me telling her the rest,
he considered.

His pulse began to beat rapidly over the thought. He opened his mouth, only for her to ask him what the war was all about. He sighed out of relief that she had stopped him from telling her.