Chapter 24

GRACE

I woke up to Brady watching me. Shyness made me blush.

“Was I drooling?” I asked, wiping my mouth.

Brady chuckled. “No. You just looked so beautiful while you slept.”

“Oh. Really?” If his expression weren’t so serious, I would’ve thought he was teasing me.

After we’d had sex, we’d both fallen asleep quickly. I’d been surprised at how comfortable I’d been sleeping in the same bed with a man. I’d never done that before.

“During Christmas one year, you fell asleep on the couch after we’d opened presents and eaten,” said Brady as he brushed my hair from my face. “I found you like that. I think White Christmas was playing on the TV. You looked so peaceful that I watched you for a while.”

My eyes widened. “Seriously?”

Now, Brady was the one who looked embarrassed. “Yeah. Crazy, right? Maybe I shouldn’t have told you that.”

“No, I think it’s sweet. But did you like me back then? I thought you only saw me as a younger sister when we were teenagers.”

Brady sighed. “You were too young and innocent for me. I was into you, but what could I do about it? Both your dad and your brother would’ve killed me for making a move on you.”

The realization hit me fast. “Is that why you stopped coming around for holidays? Was it because of me?”

“Yeah. I had to put distance between us, even then.”

My heart was pounding so hard that I felt dizzy. I couldn’t believe it. All this time, I’d been convinced that Brady wasn’t interested in me until recently.

But I’d been wrong. He’d just thought he couldn’t pursue me. So he’d given me the cold shoulder.

I punched him in the arm, making him yelp.

“What the hell was that for?” he demanded.

“For not telling me the truth for so long. You could’ve been honest with me and saved us both a lot of heartache. You made an assumption that I’d be too afraid of my dad and brother to date you. How is that fair?”

Brady’s expression darkened. “And what exactly are we doing now? Because I don’t see you calling your dad up and telling him we slept together.”

He had me there. I still hated the thought of upsetting Dad. I’d never been the type of person who was good at confrontation. I always preferred to keep the peace.

“I’ll get there, eventually,” I muttered. “At least we don’t have to deal with Ben.”

Brady looked aghast. “Grace—”

“Oh, don’t freak out. I loved my brother, and I miss him, but he was a pain in the ass, too. And we both know he had a dark sense of humor.”

Slightly mollified, Brady said, “If you say so.”

“Grief isn’t just being sad all the time. You get angry, too. Why did my brother have to be on that road that day? Why couldn’t he have just stayed home for once?”

Brady was quiet. I could tell he looked uncomfortable. Despite the fact that he’d cried in my arms over his mom, he hadn’t wanted to talk about her since the funeral.

I couldn’t blame him. He was probably still in the denial stage of grieving. It took a second before it sank in that your loved one was not coming back.

I moved so I was in Brady’s arms, pressed up against him. We were both still high off of sex from the night before. Just thinking about it made me feel hot.

Brady’s eyes darkened. “What are you doing?” he rasped.

“Seeing if we can have some more fun this morning.”

He groaned when I began stroking his cock, already half hard. “You’re playing with fire.”

“Am I supposed to say I’d like to get burned? Because I would. Please and thank you.”

Brady rolled his eyes before he kissed me, hard. My lips felt swollen from last night, so our kiss felt even more intense.

I clung to him, desire rising inside me quickly. I’d never thought sex could be like this.

Sure, I’d dreamed about it, hoped for it, but the reality couldn’t compare to my fantasies. Because reality meant being able to touch Brady wherever I wanted, to hear him groan and growl, to feel his cock deep inside me.

I shivered.

“We don’t have to have sex again,” Brady murmured as he kissed my ear. “Especially if you’re too sore.”

“I’m okay. More than okay.” I wrapped my arms around his neck. “Do whatever you want to me, Brady.”

That made his eyes darken. “You sure about that?”

I nodded eagerly. With a wicked smile, Brady turned me over onto my stomach so I was lying across his lap, just like that time at the Scarlet Rope.

I was wearing only booty shorts and a tank, so it was short work to strip me bare. Brady massaged the globes of my ass.

“It sounds like my girl needs a spanking,” he said in that tone that made me wet. “My sweet little virgin just wants a cock inside her all the time, doesn’t she?”

I swallowed. “Yes,” I whispered.

Brady spanked me with one sharp slap. I gasped.

“I didn’t hear you,” he growled.

I looked over my shoulder at him. “Yes, I want your cock inside me,” I said.

A flush spread over his nose and cheeks. Then he spanked me again, making us both groan.

“God, I wish I’d brought a paddle with me,” he said between slaps. “But this will have to do for today.”

I wiggled and writhed as the punishment continued. I was panting, desperate for him to keep going while at the same time wondering how much more I could take.

“I wish you could see how red your ass is,” he said. “With my handprints all over it. I want to spank you so hard you can’t sit down for days.”

I moaned. “Brady . . .”

“Hush. Do you want everyone in the hotel to hear you?”

I blushed, only because I knew they’d probably all heard me last night. I hadn’t even thought about that until this moment. Mortified, I buried my face in my arm to muffle my cries.

Brady spanked me until my ass was on fire. Then, before I even knew what was happening, he flipped me over and yanked me to the edge of the bed, parting my thighs and burying his face in my pussy.

“Brady!” I squealed.

His fingers dug into the sensitive flesh of my ass as he licked me. His gaze was intense as he watched my reaction. I felt a flush rising from my chest to my cheeks.

“Your pussy is so sweet,” he crooned as his tongue circled around my tight hole. “Sweet virgin pussy made just for me. Isn’t that right, baby?”

I nodded. That earned me a slap on the back of my thighs.

“Answer me,” he commanded.

“Yes, yes. My pussy is all yours.”

“Good. No other man will taste your juices or suck your clit but me.”

I threw my head back as I felt my climax building. But right before the wave hit, Brady pulled away, leaving me on the edge and trembling.

“Not yet. I don’t want you to come yet.” He stripped out of his clothes to reveal his hard cock.

I reached for him and squeezed him at the base. I still couldn’t believe I’d taken this last night. Just the thought of being filled with his huge cock made me shudder.

“Take me in your mouth,” he commanded.

I licked my lips. “Of course, Master.”

It was his turn to shudder. I licked him from base to tip before swallowing as much of his cock as I could. I could taste the salt of his precum on my tongue.

“What a good cock sucker you are.” Brady combed his fingers through my hair, his touch gentle now.

I bobbed my head as I took more of his length. When he touched the back of my throat, I forced myself not to gag.

“Fuck, baby. God, you’re amazing,” said Brady.

I sucked and took him into my throat until I could feel his balls starting to draw up. Even I knew that that meant he was close to coming. Finally, Brady made me stop.

“Shit,” he said with a laugh before he kissed me. “You’re too good at that. I was about to shoot my load in your throat.”

“What about shooting it in my pussy?” I blushed as I said the words.

Brady pressed his forehead to mine. “Not yet, baby. But soon.” Then he turned away and barked, “Condom,” almost like he was commanding himself instead of me this time.

I sat back down and closed my eyes, listening to him open the foil packet before he returned to the bed.

He then flipped me back over and had me on my hands and knees, making me squeak in surprise, my eyes flying open.

I grabbed a pillow to hold on to right as Brady plunged his cock deep inside me. I screamed into the pillow. He was too big, too deep—it was almost unbearable.

“Fuck,” Brady growled as he pounded into me. “I wish you could see how tight your pussy is gripping my cock.”

I didn’t need to see it. I could feel it. I didn’t know how something so large could fit inside me. I gasped and groaned and took this punishment wrapped up in the sweetest pleasure. As Brady fucked me, his pelvis slapped against my sore ass-cheeks, only intensifying the sensations coursing through my body.

“Are you gonna come on my cock like last night?” Brady grabbed my hair and pulled my head back. “I can feel you getting tighter and tighter around me, baby.”

He was relentless. My vision blurred as my orgasm reached fever pitch. Then with a scream, I came, my pussy clamping down around Brady’s cock.

Brady kept thrusting and thrusting, a battering ram inside me, as I screamed in pleasure. At that point, I didn’t care if the entire hotel heard me.

“Fuuuuuuck.” Brady groaned and swore as he thrust one last time and came. I could feel his cock twitching inside me. It was so amazing that it brought on a second orgasm, which made me collapse onto the bed.

Brady gently turned me over and got on top of me, kissing me deeply. I could feel his still-hard cock brushing against my sensitive clit.

“I wonder if I could make you come a third time,” he mused.

I groaned. “No more, please. You’ll kill me.”

But Brady didn’t listen to me. He just kept gently stroking his cock through my folds, which were slick with my juices. I panted and moaned. He kissed me as he teased me into another orgasm.

He caught my screech with his mouth as my third climax hit. I couldn’t breathe. I wasn’t sure I’d survive this one. It was so intense. I could only hold on to Brady and pray that I came back to earth eventually.

“Shh, I’ve got you,” Brady whispered as he rolled onto his side and pulled me into his arms.

I realized I was crying. I buried my face in his shoulder.

“You’re safe, baby. I’ve got you.” He kissed my temple and rubbed my back.

Slowly, the tears and my trembles subsided. I gulped in air like I’d been pulled from deep waters.

I wiped my cheeks, feeling embarrassed now. “I don’t know what that was about,” I said, avoiding Brady’s gaze.

“Sometimes sex does that. And that was some fucking amazing sex. Don’t be ashamed.”

I nodded. I made myself keep taking in deep breaths until I felt calm come over me.

“Better now?” Brady asked, smiling.

“Yeah. Wow. That was ... something else.”

“And that was just your second time.” He grinned. “It can only get better from here.”

I groaned. “I need a recovery period. Can I get a rain check? For like a month?”

“If you can wait a whole month to have sex again, sure. But you and I both know you don’t have the willpower.”

I sighed because I knew he was right. Sex with Brady would quickly become its own addiction.

And, really, why shouldn’t I enjoy it? Wasn’t this something I’d been wanting for years?

I snuggled closely against Brady, loving the sound of his heartbeat against my cheek.

And who’s to say how long this will last anyway?

Brady turned on the shower and looked me over. “Are you sore?” he asked, concern in his voice.

“Not really.”

He grimaced. “That means yes.”

Despite my best efforts, I couldn’t get Brady to believe me when I said I wasn’t that sore. And even if I was, it didn’t mean I hadn’t thoroughly enjoyed having sex with him.

It was still strange to think that I was no longer a virgin. I’d waited so long to have sex that now that it’d finally happened, it didn’t seem real. After our shower together, I stood in the bathroom alone, gazing at my appearance.

I almost expected that I’d look different now. I felt different. I felt like a burden had been lifted from my shoulders, in a way. Because now the unknown was no longer the unknown. Sex wasn’t this exciting—but terrifying—prospect.

It was messy, it was awkward, it was pleasurable, it was amazing. It was everything I’d expected and nothing I’d expected.

I smiled when I found a hickey on my breast. I didn’t even remember Brady doing that since I’d been so caught up in the entire experience.

Brady, though, kept giving me looks like he wanted to flog himself for causing me pain, even when everything we’d done had been consensual. When I made a face as I sat down to put on my shoes, he looked like he wanted to fling himself out the nearest window.

“We’re going to the store,” he said as he helped me up. “You’re not going to be in pain all day.”

My stomach grumbled. “Fine, but not before we get something to eat. I’m starving.”

Brady acquiesced, albeit grudgingly. I really wasn’t that sore. It was a pleasant kind of soreness, like after a hard workout.

We went to a drugstore, where Brady bought a variety of Epsom salts along with some arnica and menthol creams. I had to restrain a laugh at how full his shopping basket was when he caught up with me in the makeup aisle.

“Brady, I’m not dying,” I protested. I held up some bandages. “Or bleeding, for that matter.”

“I got some things just in case.”

I bit my lip as we went to the register. The cashier didn’t seem at all fazed by the variety of items: not only the creams and bath salts but also the bandages, antibiotic ointments, and condoms and lube.

“Maybe I should’ve gotten a vibrator,” I joked as we got back into the car to go to lunch. “They had a decent selection for a drugstore.”

“The only thing you’re getting later is a nice hot bath,” replied Brady resolutely.

We went to a local burger joint where the burgers were famous for being huge. A few people recognized Brady, but fortunately, nobody bothered him too much. We got our food and sat down at a corner table. I sighed in delight when I took a sip of my chocolate milkshake.

What was more satisfying than amazing sex followed by greasy food? I couldn’t believe it’d taken me this long to experience the two things together.

While we were eating, I got a text from my mom. It was innocuous, asking me how I was doing, but it reminded me that reality was waiting to bite us in the ass.

“We probably need to tell my parents soon,” I said after we’d finished our lunch.

Brady sighed. “You’re probably right.”

“You don’t sound excited.”

“Neither do you.”

I didn’t know how to feel. I didn’t want to hide our relationship anymore, but I also hated the thought of upsetting my parents. Especially my dad. And what if our relationship affected Brady’s career? That thought alone made me feel sick to my stomach.

“Come on,” said Brady, “let’s get back to the hotel for your bath.”

As we left, I felt people watching us as we exited the restaurant. To my dismay, a few paparazzi were waiting outside. They snapped a few photos of us as we got into the car and drove off.

After my bath, I was more relaxed, but then my phone rang.

“Grace Dallas,” my dad roared the moment I answered. “Why the hell were you just seen in Vegas buying condoms with Brady fucking Carmichael?”