Club Nova Vol. 4 (Brad Grayson) (3 page)

“Shh.” He placed his finger to her lips. “Don’t over analyze what I just said.” He smiled. Her heart sank in a weight of spiraling confusion. So it wasn’t a commitment. She should’ve known better. She wasn’t good enough for him. She knew it. “I meant it, Victoria. I only want to be with you, and I have no intentions of seeking out anyone else, especially not Peyton. But that doesn’t mean I’m going to be putting a ring on your finger, either.”

She let out a short laugh. “No one ever said anything about a ring.” He was obviously clueless about all the in-between stages of a relationship, but that was okay. She could teach him what she wanted if he allowed her to.

“Good. So we’re in agreement that me being with Peyton will never happen.”

“Yes.” She smiled and gently kissed him.

“And we’re in agreement that you won’t let Drake or anyone else touch you again, right?” He scowled.

Jealous Brad was a sight to behold. It was something she didn’t see from him very often, but damn, it was intense and hot and a tad scary. She loved him. She really did. “Yes,” she said, “we’re in agreement about that, too.” She giggled.

“Good because you’re mine, Victoria, and I’ve told you before, I don’t share.”

She ran her thumb across his oh so perfect lips and smiled softly. “Trust me, Brad, you don’t have to share me. I’m all yours.”

“Fucking right you are,” he snarled before crushing her mouth with a hard, dominant kiss. Knowing they were having a tender moment, she expected to be annoyed with his sudden change to the rough dominance, but she wasn’t. It never failed to turn her on, to turn her into mush in his arms, to know that she could give herself up completely to let him do to her things she once only thought were a dream. Her mind and body responded to every version of Brad Grayson, and she was powerless to stop it. She didn’t want to. She wanted to be everything for him, including his wealth and power that he so desperately needed.

Brad had no idea in hell where this possessive need to claim her came from. He’d never felt this way before, never wanted to rage and kill at the mere thought of another man touching a woman he’d been with.

Victoria was different. He would just have to make sure he kept her happy so she didn’t feel like she had to go elsewhere or turn to anyone else to satisfy her needs. Brad could—and would—give her everything she ever wanted. Money, cars, the best wardrobe, possessions, comfort, security, and even his body whenever she wanted it. He could give all of that to her without question. His trust and his heart, though, were a different story. Unfortunately, it was those two things Victoria wanted, and it would be those two things that would cause her to leave if she didn’t get them. He knew this more now than ever.

Pushing her onto her back, he moved down the length of her body, kissing her breasts, her stomach. Her skin was so soft, smooth and delicate, exactly what he loved about a woman. She ran her fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp. He closed his eyes and groaned, continuing his descent from memory.

His thumbs pressed into the flesh of her tender thighs as he parted her legs. Kissing the crevice of her thighs, he worked his way toward her sex. He assaulted her with gentle kisses, beginning his drive toward orgasm, before taking a moment and looking up at her.

She had her eyes partially closed, and her head pressed firmly against the pillow, still trying to watch his every move in order to anticipate his next onslaught of impassioned desire. His dick twitched. Knowing she was watching, knowing she liked to watch, was such a turn on and his mind ran wild with barbarous ideas of what he was going to do to her.

“Mm.” He licked up one side of her folds and down the other, then he sucked her swollen nub into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue.

Her ass came up off the bed, pushing her pussy into his face. “Brad,” she moaned.

The sound of her low, raspy, needy voice drove him to the brink of insanity. Then again, everything about this insanely beautiful woman was enticing, and just a look would be enough to send him over the cliff into a frenzied state of sinful passion.

His tongue devoured her clit with easy gentle licks, and then fast, feverish flicks until she had her fingers twisted in his hair, holding him tight against her. She was fucking his face so hard, so fast, he was having trouble keeping her still.

He delved deeper to taste more of her warm cavern. It was hot knowing she was so eager for him, so ready that she lost control and was asking to be sent over the edge.

“Easy baby.” He gripped her hips and held her until she stilled enough for him to continue. Then he eased a finger inside the saturated folds and cupped her pussy with his palm. He watched her tender face as he stroked her delicate inner walls, his tongue teasing her clit. The taste of her was intoxicating, her sweet nectar an aphrodisiac to his body. He couldn’t get enough and he continued to suckle her fiery clit as he worked a second finger inside of her. She moaned and welcomed him in and it made his cock painfully thicken. He groaned in agonizing anticipation.

“I can’t get enough.” Son of a bitch he was going to come if he didn’t get inside of her soon. “Shit. Come for me, Victoria. Let me taste your sweet nectar.” He worked his fingers deeper into her, curling and teasing her flesh into pleasure. He was relentless on her clit, coaxing the swollen nub into releasing her juicy pleasure. He looked up to see her watching him. Her eyes burned a hellish green. “Come for me, baby, give it to me.”

She flung her head back on the bed and arched her body. “Yes!” she purred and he knew she was dangling one foot off the edge, ready to fully give in to his demands.

Brad felt the first signs of her tightening around his fingers. He slowly pulled them from the warmth of her body and plunged his tongue deep inside her. She tightened even more, jerked, and then released with a flurry of screams and moans, his name being the only discernible word. The only thing better than hearing her scream his name was being buried inside of her while she did so and sampling the first course of his savory appetizer.

The taste of her juices coating his tongue destroyed him, just like everything else about her did. She was so amazingly perfect. Perfect body. Perfect pussy. Perfect lover. Perfect taste. She was permanently inside of him now, coursing through his veins, solidifying in his heart. She owned every part of him and she didn’t even know it. Hell, he barely understood it and this, what he was doing to her now, was the only way he knew how to tell her how much she meant to him.

She collapsed into the mattress, trembling as the remnants of her orgasm worked out of her body. Brad moved from between her legs, and eased his body down on top of her, pressing his rod against her sensitive sex, her wetness taunting him in the most delicious fashion. The urge to just plunge his cock inside of her was overwhelming, but he’d give her time to settle first before he unleashed his ravenous onslaught of sexual prowess.

Brad smoothed the hair from her forehead and kissed her slowly, his tongue rolling over hers like a lazy river. “Mm, I love the taste of you, Victoria.” He left her mouth and trailed kisses along her jaw and down the column of her neck. “You’re like the sweetest flower, baby.”

“Brad.” She moved beneath him, rotating her hips, enticing him. “I want to feel you inside me.”

He inhaled sharply. Why did those words have so much power over him? It wasn’t natural. Fighting it wasn’t natural, either, and quite frankly, he was tired of fighting against something his body told him to go after. Tired of always thinking about his next move, of trying to stay one step ahead. That was the beauty of Victoria—with her, he didn’t have to do those things. He could simply be who he was with her. Flaws and all. And that was so totally freeing for him.

He nipped at her bottom lip, traced her mouth with his tongue, and then dipped inside for another taste of her. His fingers grazed down the side her body, causing her to shiver beneath his massive frame. He smiled.

“Brad,” she whispered against his lips.

“Shh.” He deepened the kiss and allowed himself to drown in her passion, savoring the taste of her tongue rasping over his.

“Brad,” she tried again, and this time he stopped kissing her long enough to look down at her.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” He dragged his fingers back up her body and rested his hand on her ribs, right below her breast, just waiting to cup it and take it as his.

“I’m scared of this, of what’s happening between us. What if she—” Victoria sighed heavily. “I don’t want to be your weakness,” she said with trembling lips.

He chuckled. “It’s kind of too late for that.” He kissed her softly. “Just for tonight, baby, let’s forget about everyone and everything. Allow me a night of utter weakness.”

Not that he’d ever stop at just tonight. She belonged to him, and whether he wanted her or not didn’t matter. His choice was already made. She was too exquisite to have just a handful of times. He needed to hold on to her.

“You’re right.” She nodded and licked her lips. “Make love to me, Brad. Make me forget about the world.”

Brad inhaled sharply and let himself feel the need that was coursing through his veins. It was a need unlike anything he’d ever felt before. A need to be loved, cherished and wanted. A need that only this woman, right here, right now, could satisfy. He’d never cared about such silly nonsense as love and commitments before. But, God, she was changing him and making him a weaker man.

He’d been trying to ignore it, to deny it, but the moment that bastard had taken her, the moment Brad had collapsed on his kitchen floor and all he could think of was her safety, he knew there would be no more denying the truth. He resolved to do what he did best: possess her. Take control and make her his. Do things to her that only he knew he could do to her.

Despite her groaning protest, he pulled away, leaving her mouth to trail kisses down her neck to the valley between her breasts. He cupped her breast seconds before his mouth closed around the perking nipple, kissing it as he’d kissed her moments before—soft, easy, and with so much fiery passion it burned him alive.

She mewed and heated beneath him.

First one, then the other, before making his way back to her mouth. She laced her fingers around his neck, holding him to her. He didn’t rush her or ravage her, which was both a blessing and a curse. His body demanded hard, fast, and rough, but he needed slow, easy, loving. Brad needed to know he could do it, that he could give himself to someone else so completely and unconditionally. He’d honestly never truly made love to a woman before. Not in the sense how he was moving his hips in and out of Victoria so tenderly. And what he was about to do to her, God. He was surely going to go to hell. This was a whole new game for him, a dangerous game that involved way too many deep, raw emotions, and most of all, patience.

He dragged his hand down her body and between her thighs. He pressed a single finger into the opening of her pussy and groaned at how wet she was. Victoria sucked in a sharp breath, her fingers clutching his biceps. “Yeah,” she moaned. “Fuck me.” She grabbed for his shaft.

Brad eased his finger in and out of her until her juices flowed easily again. Proof positive that he had the ability to arouse her, please her. “You make me crazy, baby. Always so ready for me.”

She moaned, arching toward him. Brad slid his finger from her, spread her legs with his knees and settled between them, the long, hard length of his cock thick and heavy against her throbbing sex. He smoothed his hands over her forehead and along her hair. He made no move to enter her, take her, possess her. Not yet. Instead, he kissed her languidly, full of passion, while his cock head massaged her entrance, teasing her with what was yet to come. It was a systematic, deliberate assault on both their senses, something Brad was a master at.

“Brad.” It was whiney and needy and made him smile. “I need to feel you deep inside me.”

“Mm.” He swiped his tongue over her lips and shifted, pressing the head of his cock against the opening of her wet pussy. The feel of bare flesh—flesh against flesh—exactly how he needed to take her. It made him feel closer to her. More vulnerable. Taking a risk of commitment.

Keeping his weight in his arms, his gaze was locked with hers, every aspect of their bodies connected, working as one.

Victoria opened for him, taking his hard cock into her most tender womanly flesh. “Show me how much you care for me,” she moaned, closing her eyes.

“Anything for you, love,” he whispered. Brad pushed all the way inside of her, and then agonizingly slowly, he pulled almost all the way out before thrusting back into her again. His movements were slow, deliberate, loving. There was also a desperate quality to them, as if he were trying to tell her something, show her something that he wasn’t willing to say, yet giving her exactly what she asked for. And of course he was. He didn’t have the balls to really say what was on his mind, didn’t know how, so his methodical swivels and plunges became his tender words.

“Open your eyes, baby. I need to see you while I’m inside you.”

Victoria’s eyes fluttered open, locking with his. A spark ignited and a fire burned between them, carrying them to the tortured depths of hell and back as their eyes spoke all the words, shared all the feelings that their mouths couldn’t say. There would be no recovery from this night, this union. He gave himself to her so fully, unlike what he’d ever given to anyone else, and it felt good, liberating. He never knew sex could become love-making so easily.

“So beautiful,” he murmured.

She dragged her fingernails down his back, spread her legs open wider, granting him more access to her, and she showered his shoulder with kisses. He held her tighter to him, trembling from the feelings—both physical and emotional—that wracked his body. She arched her head back against the pillow as he pushed harder, faster, deeper. She cried out in ecstasy, wrapping her legs around his lower back.

“Please don’t stop. Show me that you’re my man.”

How could he deny her the one thing she wanted? He adjusted and put all of his weight into his right forearm. His left hand clutched her hip as he worked his cock further into her receptive body. Slow, calculated thrusts had her tightening around him, careening toward the edge of passionate folly. Once again, he had taken her to the cliff’s edge. If a lifetime devoted to only her meant nights of white hot passion like this, then he really wouldn’t have a problem committing to her.

But it didn’t even need to be a lifetime, just a simple commitment to be with her and only her. That was all she was asking. Even though she hadn’t asked him for anything of the sort, he knew she wanted more from him. He could see it in her face every time he looked at her, could feel it in her touch. And damn it if he didn’t want to be that man for her. To have this—her—whenever he wanted. Shit. What man could be so lucky?

His ass clenched tighter with each thrust of his cock. He slanted his mouth over hers, kissing her ever so softly. “Victoria, baby, I . . .” His brain stuttered over what he wanted to say and he thanked fucking God he didn’t spit those three words out of his mouth right then. If he had, he knew he could never take them back.

She dug at his back with her nails and nipped at his shoulder while he rode her. Her body tensed around him and he worked her into another blissful, voluptuous release. “Oh, God. I—need—” Her body tensed, her pussy clenched his dick deep inside of her, coaxing him into taking the plunge into beautiful oblivion with her.