The Breaking Point, page 27
“I was about to go fight her,” I admitted, laughing.
“You have to know—the only woman I love is you. It’s always been you, Grace. I know you’re angry with me, and I won’t tell you that you should forgive me—”
I scooted closer and pressed a finger over his mouth. “There’s nothing to forgive. I realized that I was taking out my feelings about Ben dying on you. I was mad that you hadn’t been honest, yes. But my mom told me that it was all because of my dad interfering.”
Brady closed his eyes. “So you know everything.”
“I do. And you know what? It doesn’t change how much I want to be with you.”
Brady pressed his forehead to mine, and we breathed each other in. “I hoped you’d say that to me, but I never thought it’d happen,” he murmured.
“I’m so sorry for everything I said to you that night in your apartment. The guilt has ate away at me.”
“About those damn keys . . .” Brady moved so he could look into my eyes. “I should never have given them to your brother. It was a stupid, split-second decision. I’d seen him drinking a beer earlier, but I assumed that he was sober enough to drive. I thought he’d never drink and drive and put himself in danger, or anyone else. I’ve lived with the guilt of that mistake. It haunts me.”
I could see that in his eyes. I hated that for him, that he’d had this terrible burden on his shoulders for so long.
“I think Ben would want us to let go of the past,” I said. “Can’t you see him rolling his eyes and telling us to stop moping around?”
That made Brady chuckle. “He’d definitely tell me to stop being a ‘bitch baby,’ as he’d like to say when my hockey playing sucked.”
“My brother was so motivational.” I chuckled, then sobered. “I also get why you listened to my dad. I can’t keep wishing you hadn’t because if I’m being honest, I would’ve done the same thing.”
“I was so afraid of losing all of you.” Brady looked away. “I’d already lost Ben. If you and your mom knew the truth, your dad was sure that you’d never speak to me again. I couldn’t bear that. Especially you. I could’ve lived with that guilt for the rest of my life if it meant I could still be in your life.”
“Well, I know you didn’t ask for it, but I do forgive you. I love you. It’s always been you. You’re the only man I’ll ever love.”
I then took a deep breath. “I also want you to know that you’re enough. You don’t have to be some amazing hockey player to prove that you’re worthy of love. I know you’ve been through a lot, especially with your mom. I know you felt like you didn’t belong with us, but you do. I think I knew that the day you first arrived at our house.”
Tears filled Brady’s eyes. “Shit. I don’t know what to say. I wish I could believe you.”
“I hope someday you will believe it. Until then, I’ll just keep saying the words and showing you how much I love you.”
He hugged me close, and I could feel him shaking. I rubbed his back as I waited for the multitude of emotions to move through his body.
He finally pulled away and wiped his eyes. “Jesus. I didn’t even realize I wanted to hear somebody say something like that. All my life, nobody wanted me. I was always a burden, another mouth to feed. My mom couldn’t even stop drinking long enough to bring me home. I wanted to be a part of your family so badly, but it scared the shit out of me, too.”
He looked away. “Then Ben died, and I thought, This is it. This is the end. I’ll lose the Dallases, too. Just like I’d been kicked out of every other foster family I’d been in. So, yeah, I did whatever your dad wanted me to. I’m not proud of that, though. I should’ve been stronger.”
“It doesn’t matter. All of that is in the past.” I cupped his cheek. “We’re here, together. And I’m not letting you go, Brady Carmichael.”
Brady groaned. He pulled me into his arms, and it felt like I was finally coming home. He kissed me; I clung to him like he was a lifeboat amid a storm.
“I love you so damn much,” he said between kisses. “Not talking to you for a whole damn month was too fucking long. It almost killed me.”
“I thought about you every day.” I grinned. “And every time I masturbated, of course.”
He growled. “Don’t tempt me or I’m going to fuck you right here in your parents’ house.”
“They’re not coming back for a while.” I grabbed his shirt and then led him to the large leather chair. “And if you don’t fuck me right now, I’m going to lose my damn mind.”
Brady didn’t need to be told twice. He kissed me as he ran his hands down my spine. He stripped me out of my shirt and bra in record time. When he palmed my breasts, I gasped. It’d been so long since he’d touched me that it felt like the first time all over again.
“I thought about you all the time, too,” he admitted. “I loved to think about you playing with your sweet pussy when I jerked off. But then I’d always end up feeling worse afterward because I couldn’t really touch you.”
“I felt the same way. Sometimes it felt better not to touch myself, but then I’d always give in.”
He kissed me, the stubble rough against my face. I rubbed a hand across his cheek. “This is new,” I said with a laugh.
“I haven’t felt much like shaving. Or getting a haircut. Or really living, because I didn’t have you around.”
“Well, then I’ll definitely have to take you to a barber after we’re finished.”
Brady’s eyes darkened. “And you think we’ll be done before every barber in this town closes? Think again.”
I squealed when he pinched my nipples in tandem as he kissed me. I humped his lap, desperate for more contact. But Brady seemed content to make me suffer.
“You’re going to get my jeans soaked,” he said with a chuckle. He slicked his hand through my folds. “Damn, baby. You really want me to fuck you, don’t you?”
I nodded. He began rubbing me—slowly, ever slowly—and I had to bite back a scream. I didn’t care that I was humping his hand or that I was probably leaving marks on his shoulders from my fingernails.
Brady kissed the side of my neck; then he swore. “I don’t have a condom,” he said, frustrated. “Shit. I wasn’t thinking.”
“It doesn’t matter. I’m on birth control.”
His eyes widened. “You sure?”
“Absolutely. I trust you.”
He sighed and wrapped his arms around me tightly. “I love you. How could I have ever thought I’d be okay without you?”
“That’s all over now. You’re here, and we’re never going to be apart again.”
I helped Brady out of his jeans and boxers, needing to feel his cock again. He was hard and hot in my palms. I stroked him as we kissed, loving the way he pushed into my hands for more friction.
“Put me inside you,” he said in a low voice, his eyes narrowed.
I did as he bade. I slowly sat on his cock, loving the way he filled me. We both moaned when he was entirely inside me. I was stuffed full. I leaned forward and pressed my face to his shoulder.
“Ride me, baby.” He gripped my hips to start me moving.
I felt a little awkward at first, unsure of what to do. But it didn’t take long to find my rhythm. I bounced on Brady’s cock and discovered how amazing it felt when my clit brushed against his pelvis.
“That’s my girl. God, you’re gorgeous.” Brady played with my breasts as I increased my pace.
We were both panting now. I felt my climax creeping up on me. I watched as Brady clenched his jaw.
“Baby, you better come soon. Otherwise—” He groaned when I swiveled my hips.
I laughed, but my laughter devolved into moans when Brady thrust up against me. Then, before I realized it, he’d taken control. He used my body to fuck himself, and it was so hot and erotic that it took all of ten seconds before I yelled in orgasm.
I shook and writhed on top of him. It took all my strength just to hold on to him. And then Brady came, and I could feel his cock pulsing inside me. He filled my pussy with his hot cum until I could feel him dripping out of me.
“Fuuuuuuuck.” Brady kissed me as he bucked under me for a few more seconds. “Holy shit, Grace.”
I could only shake my head. I didn’t have the power to say anything.
We kept kissing for a while longer, not wanting to lose our newfound closeness. When Brady finally pulled away, I blushed when his cum gushed out of me.
“I’ll get a towel,” he said with a grin. He returned, and we cleaned each other up.
It was only as we were making sure the leather chair was also clean that I started laughing like a lunatic.
“What?” Brady gave me a strange look.
I pressed my hands to my cheeks. “Oh God. Brady, that’s my dad’s chair. I wasn’t even thinking earlier.”
Brady looked at me, then he looked at the chair. Then he started laughing so hard he was nearly choking.
“Oh my God. Oh, shit.” He had to sit down, he was laughing so hard. He wiped his eyes. “Baby, you should’ve said something.”
“I was distracted!”
Brady pulled me onto his lap. “You make me lose my mind, clearly. But you know we’ll have to keep this a secret until we die, right?”
“Uh, duh. We should maybe think about taking the chair out back and burning it for good measure.”
“And get your dad a new chair without him putting two and two together? Good luck.”
I sighed, leaning my head against Brady’s shoulder. “I love you.”
“I love you, too.” He kissed my forehead. “And I think it’s time you moved out of your parents’ place.”
BRADY
It’d been a month since Grace and I had taken our relationship public. Even Coach, to my surprise, had been supportive. When he’d come around the corner to find us kissing after practice, he’d just raised an eyebrow and told us jokingly to get a room.
I’d never realized how freeing it was to be open about how much I loved Grace Dallas. I’d kept that love hidden and buried for so long that it was like a thousand-pound weight had been lifted from my shoulders.
Grace had essentially moved in with me after that day we’d had sex in her dad’s chair. Her parents hadn’t been thrilled, but they’d let her go without further comment.
I was just glad Grace and I could be alone, because not a day went by when I didn’t want her: under me, over me, and every which way in between.
Near the beginning of spring, the Blades had one of the last games of the season. Buoyed by Grace’s love and support, I had one of my best games of the season. When we won by three points, it was like a bomb had gone off in the arena. Everyone exploded with excitement, and my entire team converged on me to celebrate.
Even Coach hugged me. I couldn’t believe it. I was so shocked that it took me a second to realize what the hell he was doing.
“Carmichael,” he said, slapping me on the back. “My boy. Wow.”
I swallowed, feeling stupidly emotional. “Thanks, Coach. For everything.”
Coach shook his head. “Get out of here and get cleaned up.”
Afterward, I came out of the locker room to find Grace. She held a large bouquet and was positively beaming. I didn’t even stop to let her give me the flowers. I pulled her into my arms and kissed her.
When we parted, she was breathless. “Oh goodness. What was that for?”
“Because you’re my good luck charm. None of this would’ve happened without you.”
“I think you’re just a good hockey player, but I’ll take the compliment.”
I smelled the roses and then handed them off to one of the team’s assistants to find a vase for them. That was when I realized Grace was acting a little cagey.
“What is it?” I asked, concerned.
She was blushing now. “Um, I have an idea. A fantasy, really, that I wanted to run by you.”
“Go on.”
“I think we should go to the club and act like strangers who’ve never met. And then we have fun . . . in front of people. If you catch my drift.”
I stared at her, a little shocked. Then I laughed. “Damn, baby, you’re full of surprises. But I’m game if you’re game.”
“Excellent.” She kissed my nose. “I’ll see you there at nine p.m. I’ll be wearing red lace.” Then she winked and left me to stare at her gorgeous backside.
When I arrived at the Scarlet Rope, wearing a black suit and a red tie to match Grace’s outfit, my heart pounded in anticipation. It was a few minutes before 9:00 p.m. Would Grace already be here? I scanned the foyer, but I didn’t see blond hair and red lace. Not yet, anyway.
I went to the bar to order a drink. The bartender took one look at me and said, “Shit, Brady Carmichael? Amazing game tonight.”
“Thanks,” I said, meaning it.
The bartender poured my drink and handed it to me. When I tried to pay, he waved a hand. “It’s on the house.”
“Well, then, thank you, again.”
“It seems like you’re getting back into the groove. These last few games have been great for you.”
I smiled. “Well, finding the love of my life definitely helped. I call her my good luck charm.”
The bartender nodded. “Makes sense. Love looks good on you. Congrats, man.”
We had chatted for a bit longer, mostly about hockey, when I spotted a woman in red in my peripheral vision. After I finished my drink, I went to find my prey.
Grace was wearing a red-lace number that made my blood pound just seeing her in it. She had her hair up, with only a few tendrils falling to her shoulders. She also wore a matching red mask and red stiletto heels that I couldn’t wait to see up in the air as I fucked her.
“I’ve never seen you here before,” I said. I gazed from the tips of Grace’s toes to her face, lingering on her breasts. “With tits like those, I would’ve remembered you for sure.”
Grace laughed lightly. “Is that supposed to be a pickup line, sir?”
“Well, it seems to be picking you up.”
She grinned, then looked over my shoulder. “There are lots of men here I could choose from. What makes you so special?”
“I know how to make a woman scream. I bet you like to be spanked, tied up, and gagged. You want a man to take control of you.” I leaned closer, inhaling the scent of her hair. “You look like you cream your panties whenever you imagine being used.”
Grace was breathing hard now. “You sound so sure of yourself.”
“I can see your nipples hardening already. Your cheeks are flushed. I bet if I reached into your panties, my hand would be soaked.”
She swallowed, then turned away. “It sounds like you need to show me first. Words are easy. Lots of guys say they’re amazing in bed, but then they end up being two-pump chumps.”
I growled. “You’re playing with fire, my dear.”
“Oh good. Sounds fun.”
I leaned her head back and nipped at her throat. She shuddered. When I palmed her breasts and rubbed her nipples through the lace fabric of her bra, she moaned.
“I want to show everybody how I can make you scream,” I said.
Grace nodded. “Yes. Please.”
“And you remember the safe word?”
“Galoshes. Let’s go.”
We got a room where others could watch us. My blood thrummed, my excitement increasing as we went into the room. We couldn’t see anyone on the other side of the double mirror. In other rooms that I’d been in, you could see who was watching you, but not in this one. Knowing there would be voyeurs was erotic enough, though. I didn’t need to see anyone’s face but Grace’s this time.
I came up behind Grace, squeezing her breasts as I kissed her neck. I pushed her bra up, wanting people to see her pretty little tits and how bright red her nipples were.
I cupped her pussy, groaning when I felt how hot she was already. She panted as I rubbed her.
But I was getting ahead of myself. I made her sit down and then went to where the whips hung. I chose a riding crop, testing it and smiling at the sound it made.
I then bound Grace’s hands, blindfolded her and gagged her. I had her kneel on a couch and pulled her panties to her ankles. Her ass in the air, I began using the riding crop on her.
She squealed when the first crack of the whip smacked against her ass. Red bloomed across white skin. I rubbed the spot I’d hit before whipping the other cheek.
God, seeing her covered in red marks turned me on like nothing else. Grace kept trying to look back at me, but with her blindfold, she never knew where I’d be. I made sure to keep my slaps a surprise, making her think I’d stopped before using the riding crop on her.
I whipped her until she collapsed onto the couch, her body boneless, her moans turning hoarse.
I tossed the riding crop away and undid my pants, taking out my cock. I pulled Grace up by her hair, making her cry out. I slapped her crimson ass until she was begging me just to fuck her.
“Stay on your knees,” I growled.
With her ankles bound, it was a tight fit to thrust inside her. She groaned as I filled her to the hilt. Then I fucked her, relentlessly, filling the room with the sounds of flesh slapping together, accompanied by Grace’s moans and squeals. She pushed back against me, desperate for everything I could give her.
“My sweet girl,” I crooned as I pounded into her. “I’m going to fill up your pussy with my cum. Is that what you want, baby? Me to fill you up?”
Grace just moaned. I dug my fingers into her hips and thrust a few more times before I felt her starting to come. Her pussy was a vise around my cock. She was so tight that it made me come. I roared, spilling everything I had into her.
We were a sweaty, panting mess by the end. I was trembling as I slowly untied Grace. When she could see me again, there were tears in her eyes.
“Did I go too far?” I asked quietly, instantly worried.
She shook her head. “No, no. It was just intense. But I’d like to be alone now.”
I nodded. I picked her up to carry her to the back room, where there was a tub, sink, and couches to receive aftercare. I gently cleaned Grace’s body and then rubbed ointment where I’d whipped her.
