Legacy (Steel Brothers Saga #14) - Helen Hardt Page 0,44
arms, comforting him and getting comfort from him.
In a few seconds, Brad had fallen asleep.
I woke up an hour later with Brad still asleep next to me, his trousers still unzipped and his boxers around his hips.
He looked troubled even in sleep.
I ached to take his pain away, but what could I do?
His dick lay flaccid. I tentatively reached toward it. What would it feel like against my fingers?
I touched it. It was smooth and soft, but just my touch made it harden a little. I continued to play with it, rubbing my thumb over the tip, and within a few minutes, it was large and hard in my hand.
We hadn’t had a traditional wedding night. That ship had sailed, but perhaps I could give him a gift I’d never given anyone.
I leaned down and took his dick between my lips.
It was hot and smooth against my tongue.
A groan rumbled from his throat and through his body. Was he awake? I wasn’t sure.
I trailed kisses over the head and down the shaft.
“Morning, baby.”
So he was awake after all.
I swirled my tongue around him and then took him as far into my mouth as I could.
He groaned again.
Now that he was well lubricated, I added my hand for extra stimulation. This was new to me, but I was determined. I loved this man, and I wanted to please him.
Another groan.
Another, “God, baby.”
Then—
“Fuck.” He pushed me off his dick. “Can’t. I won’t last long.”
“That’s okay,” I said, a little perplexed.
“You’re not ready for me to—”
“I’m ready for whatever you want me to do, Brad. I’m your wife. I love you. Just tell me what you want.”
“I want to come in your mouth.”
I inhaled sharply. Yes, I could do that for him, for the man I adored. “O-Okay.”
“It’s all right. We’ll work up to that. Right now I need to be inside you one way or the other. Come here.” He pulled me onto him. “Get on top of me.”
I straddled him as he held his dick. I slipped down onto him and let out a low moan.
He filled me so completely, eased the emptiness I never knew I had.
“You feel so good, baby. God, I need you. Need you to chase the pain away.”
“I’m here for you,” I said. “Always. I love you, Brad.”
“I love you too, baby. So fucking much.” He thrust his hips upward, ramming into me.
My own hips seemed to move on their own, meeting Brad’s thrusts and creating a rhythm that touched every millimeter inside me. I closed my eyes, and his warm hands found my breasts, my nipples. When he tugged sharply on one, a blast of pleasure hit me.
I came.
I came hard.
I came fast.
I came with a fierceness I’d never known.
Words left my throat—unintelligible words that were a jumble of coiled emotions. I soared above the mountaintops for a few blissful seconds, reveling in Brad’s thrusts. When he finally released, I fell onto his chest and pressed our mouths together.
We kissed as our climaxes ended.
Together.
Then a knock on the door.
Chapter Thirty-Three
Brad
Daphne froze on top of me.
“It’s okay, baby,” I said.
“But what if someone finds us together? In bed?”
Normally I’d have chuckled, but laughter seemed out of the question given all the circumstances. “We’re married. Remember?”
She gasped. “Of course. Still, I’m naked, Brad, and your pants are around your knees.”
“Doesn’t matter.”
I rolled off the bed and adjusted my trousers. Then I threw Daphne her pajamas. She hastily scrambled into them. I walked to the door and opened it.
My mother stood there. “I’m sorry to interrupt, darling, but Daphne’s parents are getting ready to leave, and they want to say goodbye.”
“Sure. Of course. You ready, Daphne?”
“Yeah.”
“I’m so sorry about Sean,” Mom said.
I simply nodded. I couldn’t think about that right now. I had to put on a brave face for Jonathan and Lucy.
Daphne and I followed Mom to the kitchen. My father was at the head of the table drinking coffee. Jonathan and Lucy sat silently.
I cleared my throat.
Jonathan stood. “I’m sorry about your friend, Brad.”
“Thank you.” I wasn’t sure what else to say.
“Could I speak to you alone for a moment? In private?”
I looked to my father. He nodded slightly at me.
“Of course. Follow me.” I led him to my father’s office.
We entered, and he and I sat opposite each other in two leather chairs.
“What is it?” I asked.
“I’m concerned. Your father told us that Sean was drugged and poisoned.”