Irreversible Damage (Irreparable) (4 page)

Sadness squeezes my heart. His mother is a source of extreme agony and grief that he’ll never get past without talking about it. I won’t push him, though. He has to be ready, and clearly he’s not.

I smile and plant a quick kiss on his lips. “I didn’t know you could sing like that.”

He shrugs. “I don’t.”

Brady doesn’t like the spotlight to be on him. You’d think he would, considering that while he was growing up, Sheila ignored him. Armchair psychology would suggest that he should crave attention and do anything to get it. That he would love all eyes on him. He doesn’t. But what do I know? I got a D in my psych class.

“That’s too bad.”  I bite my lip, glancing between his mouth and his eyes. “Hearing you sing like that has me all hot and bothered.”

His lips turn up into a devilish grin. Warm green eyes sneak a peek at my chest before returning to my face. “You’re always hot and bothered.” 

Without another word, his hands leave my back. I catch his neck with my arms before I fall. He shoves my dress above my waist. My underwear is torn from my body, and then his fingers find my opening and plunge into me. We moan in unison as I bury my head in his neck, his stubble brushing against my cheek roughly. He’s sweaty and smells musty, a delicious combination of delectable sweetness that’s only him. As his head rises, his lips find mine and his tongue delves into my mouth, sweeping across mine while his fingers curl inside me, brushing across a spot that has me writhing beneath him. His fingers continue to work the front wall inside me while his thumb circles my clit, and I know I won’t last long.

“Oh, God!” I pant, breathless. “I want you!”

“Not yet,” he tells me as he continues to ravish my mouth.

“Brady!” I cry out, driven by passion.

His fingers dive deeper, move harder as his thumb circles faster. It’s only going to be a few seconds before I’m falling to pieces. The mounting pressure building in my core has me holding my breath and grinding my hips against his hand. When I’m sure I’m going to pass out from pleasure, I jerk wildly and crash down, crumbling onto him in a pile of dead weight. As a wave of trembling soars through me, my entire body constricts around him. I’m holding him so tight that I don’t realize my nails have dug into his shoulders until he flinches. I release my death grip and look up at him apologetically.

“Ouch.” He grins before reaching down and grabbing the bottom of my dress and slipping it over my head. He quickly reaches around my back, unclasps my bra, and drops it to the floor before leaning down and kissing each nipple. They tighten instantly under his lips. My breasts are heavy, the weight resting on my baby bump. His hands find each one and then move to massage my belly.

“You’re gorgeous.”

Any other man, and I’d be self-conscious.

But not Brady.

He makes me feel gorgeous.

When his lips find mine, my hands slip into his silky, dark hair, giving a gentle pull.

“I want to be inside you now,” he moans into my mouth.

I reach down and feel for the button on his jeans, ripping it free and sliding down the zipper. His arm holds my waist as he lifts us slightly from the stool and slides his pants and boxers down his legs. He steps out of them and lowers us back down to the stool, entering me as he does. I throw my head back, releasing a satisfied moan.

We sit still for a moment with his arms around my waist. He’s so deep, his erection pulsing inside me. I want him to move. “Brady.”

“One second,” he pants.

Oh. He’s trying to compose himself so he doesn’t come. I love that I have this effect on him. That he has to work to control himself. It’s usually I who lacks control.

One hand leaves my waist and slips behind my ear, squeezing tightly as he nips at my neck. “I want you to ride me.”

I smile and lift myself up until I reach the tip of his length before slamming back onto him. He groans in appreciation before yanking my head forward and burying his tongue in my mouth aggressively, which stops me from lifting up again. The craving to give him what he wants has me breaking the kiss and pulling him to my chest.

“Wrap your legs around my waist,” he growls into my skin as he licks at my nipple. 

I do as he says, locking my legs around his waist, causing a low cry to escape my lips when the angle changes.

He crashes his lips into mine again, moaning and panting into my mouth as he starts to move. My hands rub the stubble on his jaw as he holds me around the waist, moving in and out of me slowly and with purpose. The beginnings of another orgasm heat my core.

“I can’t go slowly. It has to be hard and fast. I want to hear you scream, Sunshine.”

Oh, God help me. My body is on fire now, and I’m holding on tighter in anticipation. I’m a goner. I feel his hands dig in around my waist as he lifts me up. A shiver runs through me.

He lowers his lips to mine and gives me a gentle kiss before thrusting his hips up and slamming into me. He lifts me quickly and thrust upward again, filling me to the absolute maximum, his head falling back on a muffled yell.

“Brady!” I scream out in wanton pleasure.

“That’s it, scream for me,” he says, continuing with powerful thrusts. Each time I’m lowered onto him, I let out another incoherent scream.

I’m clawing at him as my weak legs try to stay firmly gripped around his waist. I’m losing control.

“Tori!”

“Oh, God. Yes.” I throw my head back, moaning and chanting his name, wild with pleasure and ready to combust as each hard stroke pushes me toward complete and utter ecstasy.

“You feel fucking incredible,” he groans against my throat, scraping his teeth lightly against my skin, continuing his hard, fast delivery. “I don’t like it when we argue.”

Huh? Did we argue? I’m so confused, my mind and body lost to endless waves of pleasure.

“You’re mine, Sunshine.” He continues with his relentless pace, almost punishing.

“Yes,” I moan. Oh, God. Is he trying to punish me? Is this about Tug? Is he laying claim to me? Do I care right now?

“Say it!” His demand slices through my thoughts.

“I’m yours,” I cry out, helpless in the face of his pleasurable strokes against my body. I can’t hold on anymore. My legs lose their grip, but Brady holds me firm. With my fingers locked around his neck, I hold my head up and look into his eyes. “Yours,” I cry once again.

I’m heaved up and held against his chest as he slows to a gentle, tender pace. My hands find his hair, and I hold on tight. With one hand he holds my waist as the other massages the back of my head. Our joined bodies move in a slow rhythm. As I feel him push and pull inside me, my emotions reach a breaking point, and I start to cry in what I can only describe as a blissful wail of love for this man who consumes me with every touch. I can’t begin to describe what he means to me. Our love is immeasurable.

His body stiffens, and I know he’s close. He groans next to my ear as I grind my hips against him. “I’m going to come.” He strains the words against my neck.

“Yes.” I’m close, too. I sink my teeth into his shoulder as my insides tighten, climbing toward another orgasm. With a hard, deep thrust of his hips, I fall apart, crying out in pleasure and screaming so loud that my throat closes up.

“Fuck, Tori!” He lifts his hips from the stool, surging forward and holding on to me when I start to fall back, his warm seed pouring into me as his body shudders with his release.

I massage his neck as we descend from the cloud we were just on. His eyes find mine, and then he lets out a deep chuckle and reaches up to rub his shoulder.

My gaze lands on the bite marks I inflicted on him. One of them is deep, and I worry I might have broken skin. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.” He smirks. “I like it.”

I smirk back at him. “You would.”

He kisses me deeply, and I squeeze him tightly. I could stay here forever, wrapped in Brady’s arms. I’m still not sure which argument he was referring to, but if this is how make-up sex will be, then we need to “argue” more often.

After a few moments pass, Brady lifts me off him and stands. He grabs my hand, pulling me up and walking me toward the door. “Come,” he commands. “It’s time to feed my girls.”

I just had lunch, but after the calorie-burning session I just endured, I can eat again. “Wait!” I freeze in my tracks, looking down at our naked bodies. “Someone might see us.”

His eyebrows shoot up. “Is Tug here?”

“No, but Liv or Harrison could be home anytime.”

He opens the door anyway. “They went to Harrison’s parents’ for dinner. So, you’re staying naked. I’m not done with you.”

Oh, right. I knew that. The promise of an entire evening naked and uninterrupted with Brady has me shaking with excitement.  “Can’t we just skip food? I’m really not hungry.”

He laughs and lifts me up into his strong arms. I nuzzle into his neck with a sigh as he carries me out of the room. Instead of walking to the kitchen, he goes up the stairs. I smile. Looks like I’m getting my way after all.

Brady sets me down on the bed before kneeling down in front of me and dropping kisses on my belly. His hands stroke small circles on each side of my bump. “Hey, baby girl. It’s Daddy.”

I roll my eyes.

“Mommy says she’s not hungry.”

Mona kicks, responding to Brady immediately. I smile bright as the sun, watching the sparkle in his eyes as he speaks to our baby. It’s sweet.

He flashes me a playful grin before putting his ear to my belly. “Oh…what’s that? You don’t care what Mommy says. You’re hungry.”

I roll my eyes again. He’s incorrigible. My hands delve into his hair as he continues his conversation with my belly. If he weren’t so cute, I’d protest more.

“Well, don’t you worry, baby girl. Daddy is going to feed you.”

My lips form a pout. I guess I’m not getting my way after all.

Brady

I return to our room with a tray of cheese, fruit, and crackers.

Tori folds her hands over her chest and huffs. “I’m not hungry.”

Her adorable pout makes me laugh. I set the tray on the bed next to her and have a seat, popping a grape into my mouth.

“How was lunch with Tug?” I ask, ignoring her pitiful gaze.

“It was good,” she tells me, shaking her head. She disregards the tray of food. “We went by the Center afterward. Paco says, ’Sup?’”

I laugh. “I love that kid. Oh, hey…I…”

She interrupts. “Do you think Liv and Harrison are okay?”

“I think Liv and Harrison are none of our business,” I say firmly, letting her know it’s none of her business, either.

“I know, but I’m worried about her.” She frowns, clearly bothered by my response, but getting involved is a bad idea. “Has he said anything to you?”

“If he has, I wouldn’t say.”  I tip her chin up until she’s looking at me. “Leave it.” 

“I’ll try.” She smiles, but it’s weak. “What were you going to say before I interrupted you?”

“They’ll be fine.”

She nods, her smile more sincere.

“I have some news.”

“About?” she prompts.

I can’t contain my smile. “We got a gig.”

“Really?”

I nod. “Chad’s cousin is in a band. They’re playing in San Diego, Friday night at Humphrey’s. Their opening act flaked and Chad volunteered us.”

“Brady, that’s awesome.” She sits up straight with a huge smile. “What kind of band are they?”

“They’re a traditional blues band, but Mercedes says the crowd they draw will love us. It’s only one night, but it’s a start.”

“Mercedes?” Her inquiry comes with an adorably lifted eyebrow.

“Oh, do I hear a hint of jealousy, Sunshine?” I love teasing her. Though messing with a pregnant lady might not be advised.

“No!” she scoffs, turning her head.

“Good.” I lean over the tray and kiss her cheek. “Because I love you.”

“I know you do.” She smiles as she nibbles a piece of cheese. “So when’s the big day?”

“Friday.”

“As in, two days from now?”

I nod.

“Are you guys ready for that?”

“I think so,” I tell her, although I’m not thoroughly convinced. We’ve been at it every day, but Davey’s been late or left early for most of our practice sessions. “We’ll have to rehearse straight through, but we should be able to pull it off.”

She nods, understanding what I didn’t say. I won’t have a lot of time for her the next couple of days. I love that I don’t have to say it aloud. 

“Are you nervous?”

I shrug, chomping another grape. “A little.”

Her bottom lip pulls between her teeth. “I know how I can fix that.”

My insatiable girl is persistent. I’ll give her that. I know, too, but she needs to eat. “Eat.”

She huffs, but picks up a few grapes and tosses them in her mouth. “Happy?”

I smile. I’m deliriously happy. I have everything I ever wanted in my life. My girl, a baby, and I’m finally doing something professionally that I truly enjoy. Music has always been inside me. My parents pushed the law profession on me, so I went for it. I was determined to make them happy, because I thought if I could be who they wanted me to be, they might accept me, when in truth it never mattered what I did. They were never going to accept me. I wasn’t their child. I was a business transaction.

Before I can dwell in my dismal thoughts very long, Tori straddles me. I notice the tray on the floor. I must have been deep in thought. I never saw her move it.

“You need a distraction,” she informs me, biting gently on my ear, her small hands massaging my neck.

She’s right. I do, and there is no better “distraction” than burying myself deep inside the woman I love.

Chapter 5

Tori

I sleep in later than usual. Brady kept me up late, distracting himself from his thoughts. I know what they were, and I hate that after all this time, they still consume him. No matter how much time passes, he’ll never truly understand why Sheila did it.

None of us will.

The door creaks before Liv strolls in and jumps on my bed. She’s always the essence of happiness in the morning, but this morning she’s frowning.

I mirror her frown. “What’s got you upset this morning?”