Dirty: Loving Him Against All Odds (10 page)

“I don't care who you did or what you did, but after tonight this pussy belongs to me,” he growled.

He took a firm hold of her shoulders, turned her around, and shoved her forward onto the bed. The fact that she instantly came up on her hands and knees pleased him. He didn't pull her thong off; instead, he ripped the fabric from her body. Trish cried out from alarm and glanced back to get a glimpse of him. She watched him put the rubber pack in his mouth, open it, and slid it onto his hard shaft.

“Turn around and put your face down,” he commanded. When she didn't move, he pushed the side of her head down onto the mattress as he entered her body with on hard thrust. “Goddamn,” he mumbled. He rested his chest on her back while he rotated his hips, forcing her cunt open even wider. His hand traveled across her stomach to cup her hanging breasts. He pinched her nipple hard, which caused her to rock back on her knees.

“Oh God,” she moaned, gripping the thick comforter.

“I’m going to ride you like a bitch,” he informed her before he bit down on her shoulder.

His pace was hard, deep, and punishing. His fingers dug into her hips as he pulled her back and lifted her knees off the bed to meet his forward thrusts. It felt as if he was hitting every place in her body; his cock was so thick and long. He watched her ass ripple from every hard smack as their bodies collided. He traced one of her stretch marks to the crack of her ass. He bit down on his lip.

“Your ass looks so good, I’m going to fuck it,” he stated. He passed his thumb over the tight hole and saw it clench even tighter.

“Your pussy is trembling, Trish,” he grunted knowingly.

He quickly withdrew and laid on his side. He pulled her next to him to lay on his arm with her back to his chest. He silenced her faint protest with a deep kiss while he lifted her leg to rest on his thigh. He knew from the amount of her thick, white cum that was on the condom that he wouldn’t have any problem penetrated the tight spot. He watched the expressions on her face as he encouraged her to relax while he began to penetrate her anus with his mushroom-shaped tip. His eyes followed the movement of her hand. She buried her fingers in her quivering center.

“You miss my cock being in your pussy already?”

“Yes,” she responded, fingering her cunt slowly.

He glanced down at his cock. She had only taken half of his length, but he wasn’t going to enter her any more than that. He knew for her to enjoy what he was doing to her, he had to ensure she was at the peak of her desire. He moved her hand to replace it with his own strong fingers. He thrusted them in opposite timing of his dick. The double penetration was mind blowing to Trish. He rested his head in the nook of her neck, while he fought the mounting urge in him to shoot his load in the condom that was currently in her ass. Her high-pitched moans, pants, and words of desire were wreaking havoc on his self-control. She had turned out to be everything he had longed for and more. The way she opened herself to him, the way she pleasured him, the way she cried his name, it was more than he could have imagined. It was at that second that there was doubt in Brayden’s mind. He loved Trish.

“Don’t tighten up,” he warned before he pulled out.

He positioned himself between her legs to sit back on his knees. With a quick jerk, he removed the tainted condom. He brought his arms up under her thighs and forced them back, giving him more space for his thrusting hips. This time, he penetrated her slowly. He held her gaze. She reached up. Her soft hand touched his clenched jaw before it caressed his shoulder to his chest. She marveled at how his muscles flexed under her fingertips as he began to rise and fall.

The skin on skin contact was like Heaven. His dick rubbed with ease in and out of her tight pussy. He had felt her cunt shutter and moisten a few times already, but now it was tightening in a way that he knew that she was building to her main climax. He shifted his hips and shortened his thrusts to hit that spot that he knew would make her scream out. Trish started bucking her hips to meet his downward movements. He bit down on his lip when he felt her nails dig into his back from her excitement. He had no doubt that she had broken the skin.

“That's it...drench my dick with your cum.”

He lowered his mouth and started to kiss her in the same rhythm of his strokes.

She realized that it was the combination of his mouth and his cock moving in time that pushed her over the edge. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she let out a loud scream. Her release was so intense that her legs started to shake as the waves of pleasure overtook her.

He waited for her to come back down from the mountain top. When he heard her breathing start to even out, he leaned up and positioned her legs on his shoulders, and over her head before he started pumping her cunt hard and deep. Trish let out another cry of pleasure and pain. Her eyes widened at the fact that she actually felt herself cumming again, this time with him. She couldn't even remember the last time she had back to back shuttering orgasms. She was still dazed minutes later as he picked up his undershirt to rub her belly clean of his hot cum.

“Was I mistaken, or did you manage to sneak in another orgasm?” he inquired slyly.

There was no way she was going to praise him on his fuckin’ amazing performance. Truthfully, she was still too shaken by the feelings he had invoked in her to comment.

“I think that was just a delayed effect, Brayden,” she responded dryly.

“Bullshit, that was a full-blown orgasm,” he chuckled.

An awkward silence came into the room. She was suddenly self-conscious of her nakedness under his appraising gaze. In her mind, she listed out of the flaws of her thirty-seven-year-old body from her kinda firm stomach, to the light stretch marks on her upper thighs that connected to the ones on her ass. What was she supposed to do now? Should she start to get dressed, or should she remain in bed? Were they going to have sex again, or was he done? Could he even go for a second round? She stole a quick peek of his still hard cock. Did he
want
her at all? Sure, he had an orgasm; but that was a natural response to having sex. It didn’t mean that he actually
enjoyed
her. The thought of him dumping her after she just gave herself to him was a devastating thought she didn’t want to entertain. She rolled out of the bed. She hadn't considered the lingering tenderness from their activity. As soon as she got to her feet, she felt it. It took all her power to not let show it in her stride.

But he noticed the difference in her gait. The way she walked with her legs slightly apart was all the proof he needed. He narrowed his eyes.

“Why are you leaving me, Trish?

“What do you mean? I’m just going to the—”

“No,” he said, getting up to tower over her. “You left me the second you started questioning things in your mind,” he explained.

She ran her hands through her hair and stared up at the ceiling, while she gathered the courage to tell him what she had been thinking.

“I don’t know what to do. Do I lay there with you, or do I get dressed? Did you even enjoy it?” she finished. Her eyes touched his at last.

He ran his thumb across her lips. “I didn’t know one person could be so damn blind. No, I don’t think you’re blind. You just can’t wrap your head around the thought that I want you.”

He pulled her into his strong embrace. He pinned her with his gaze. For a very long time, he did nothing but pour himself into her eyes. She felt herself drowning in his gaze. Suddenly, his hot hand began to caress her back. She relaxed and sighed. She rested her head on his chest. She listened to the steady, loud tempo of his heart beats. Trish was amazed at the feel of his chest hair against her cheek. She traveled soft kisses over his hard pecs until she reached his tiny, light brown nipple. She encircled it with the tip of her tongue before she started to suck on it. The sound he made from the pleasure she caused in him gave her a strength she had never experienced.

“What are you doing, Sweetheart?”

“I’m letting you know what I want,” she breathed against his chest.

Brayden forced her head up to look at her.

“What do you want?”

The raw emotion that was spoken in those four words caused the air to leave her lungs in a loud rush. There was no denying the hope that she saw in the depths of his eyes. The hope that she would say that it was him that she wanted. That all the other bullshit that had kept her from falling head over heels for him didn’t matter. She reached up, cupped his handsome face with her hands, and lowered his head until his forehead touched hers. She stared unblinkingly into his eyes.

“I want you, Brayden.”

His arms tightened, crushing her.

“Say it again,” he whispered.

“I want you,” she said breathlessly.

“Again,” he spoke against her full lips.

“I only want you, Brayden.”

“Jesus,” he moaned.

He closed his eyes. She felt the strong shiver rock his body from the effects of her confession.

“Let's get cleaned up,” he suggested.

Not taking no for an answer, he walked her into the bathroom and turned on the hot water.

Trish eyed the see-through shower and tried to come up with an excuse for not getting in with him. His dick was still hard and she was sure he was leading up to a round two.

“I really shouldn’t. I just got my hair done. The steam will mess it up,” she informed him, hoping that that was a good enough excuse.

He walked out of the bathroom and returned with the plastic bag that was used for dirty laundry. “Problem solved,” he smiled.

He waited until she covered her hair before he got in. He reached out his hand, pulled her into the shower, and closed the glass door behind her.

She closed her eyes and relaxed against his body. His hands snaked around her to nettle and massage her breasts.

“I thought we were in here to wash up?” she reminded him.

“Hmm…I only said that to get you in here with me,” he whispered in her ear. She smiled when he began to suck on her earlobe.

He felt Trish stiffen when he lifted her leg and rubbed the tip of his cock along her opening.

“Just one more time. I need to feel you one more time,” he begged while he penetrated into her body, only to stop at the sound of her pain. He instantly dropped her leg and turned her around to face him.

“I’m sorry. I knew that you were sore, but I didn’t know I had done that much damage,” he remarked seriously.

He lowered his head and kissed her to stop her from talking. His hands ran down her wet body to grip her ass. He lifted her off the shower floor and wrapped her legs around his waist. He opened his mouth wide and took one breast after another into his mouth to suckle.

“I won’t say I will be gentle with you every time, but until I break you in, I’ll do my best to go slow,” he promised.

Trish had now become his heart, and he would never do anything to hurt her. He was willing to risk not telling her the truth if it meant him keeping the woman he loved.

Two days later, Brayden happily introduced Trish to the many people that had traveled to crowd into his parent’s house for an early Christmas party. He did his best to keep her close to his side to make sure she felt comfortable; or at least, that was what he told himself. He knew that the gossip tree had done its job to make sure everyone there knew who she was. He had to make sure that no one wanted to commit a self-righteous act and told her what he was determined to keep hidden. There was no need to bring up the past. They all needed to mind their own business, including his mother.

He had taken to just glaring at her from across the room after what she had done when he and Trish had arrived. She had made a point of ignoring them, even though they had been standing right next to her. When she did decide to bless them with a greeting, she made sure to
not
acknowledge Trish until he forced her to. A damn child could sense her cold reception of Trish. She had tossed Trish a quick
hello
, then dismissed her immediately. He had tried to cover it up by telling her that his mother had been off due to his cousins’ visit. His plan worked. She had completely forgotten his jackass of a mother upon seeing the two black women in the room.

“Trish, this is Calico, and her husband, Andreas,” he pointed to very large, very round, obviously uncomfortable pregnant woman and the handsome man next to her. He glanced through the crowd.

“Where’s Beau?” he questioned.

Andreas shook his head. “You don’t want to be near him right now.”

“Why?”

“Because today is the day,” responded Andreas.

The two ladies saw Brayden’s eyes widen in shock.

“You’re fucking with me. He’s here…where?”

Andreas gestured with his head for him to come close. Being nosy, Trish leaned in to hear whatever the stylish man was going to say. He directed them to a tall, fit older man that was standing in a group of people. The man’s eyes were concentrated on another group of people that were just a few feet next to him.

“Who’s Beau?” questioned Trish.

She locked on to the tall man with a messy hair bun. The pressed tailored pants and sports coat fit his body to perfection.

“Damn, he’s fine.”

She hadn’t realized she had spoken those words out loud until the black girl thanked her for her appraisal of her man. Embarrassed, her eyes want to Brayden. He pinned her with an icy stare. He pulled her hard to his side. He touched his lips to hers.

“You going to pay for that comment later,” he mumbled.

He sucked on her bottom lip and grabbed her ass as a reminder that she belonged to him.

**

The man had been watching Beau from the second he had entered the room with the stunning African-American woman on his arm. He had taken his time while he followed him, working his way into whatever conversation was going on near the handsome man. His eyes roamed over the boy’s form, committing his every feature to memory. He tilted his head to catch the deep-toned words that he spoke. He had to keep telling himself that this wasn’t a dream. He was actually there, just feet away from Beau, his
only
son. Of course, there was another son he had been raising, but he knew that he wasn’t his. Gloria had gotten knocked up by the man she had been fuckin’ to pay for her drugs.

He danced on his feet. He rubbed his wet palms in his pants. He glanced at Toni, who was among the group of people that was standing with Beau. He started to make his move when someone shouted something at him from across the room. Without thinking, he yelled his annoyed response back. Beau’s head instantly swung around.

His narrowed eyes bore into the unaware man’s back. He chomped down on his jaw. Toni took hold of his arm, only for Beau to glare at Toni’s hand as if he had lost his damn mind. With a nod, Toni removed his hand. The man turned around to come face to face with his son.

Beau’s eyes roamed over the unfamiliar face before him. He had been able to change his face, and clearly his body too. The last memory he had of his father, he was chubby due to the beer gut he carried had been replaced with a thin, fit one. However, there was no disguising his voice. It was the same voice that he heard every so many months through the recorded messages Toni delivered to him. He could see the man visibly shaking and he wondered if it was out of fear of Beau’s response, or if it was out of joy. That question was answered when he took note of the tears that were forming in the man’s emotional eyes.

The silence in the room was deafening. His father gulped hard. He held out a shaking hand toward Beau. He opened his mouth, but the violent force of Beau slapping his hand away cause him to close it in defeat.

“I’ll beat your fuckin’ ass if you give me your hand when I’ve missed so many years of hugs,” mumbled Beau in a thick tone.

Capri covered her mouth to keep from crying out at the sight of Beau and his father engaging in one major bear hug. She knew that his father being missing from his life had created a gaping hole in his heart that even her love wouldn’t be able to fill. Now that they were twenty-three weeks along with their own child, he had been thinking more and more about his own father.

**

Unfortunately, the good spirit of hope, joy, and love did nothing to sooth the bitch called Mama. Brayden was thankful that Trish was too preoccupied throughout the dinner talking to Calico to notice the nasty stares his mother kept shooting her way. He had been listening to the girl explain the feelings of heartburn, lightening, and pain in her lower back that had started late afternoon. He could tell that Trish was really concerned and thought that Calico was in the early stages of labor, but she wasn’t willing to believe that to be true with her still being in her eighth month. It also helped that Trish didn’t understand Italian, but he did. He heard every goddamn comment his mother said about Trish under her breath.

“I’m getting tired of your bullshit. Correct yourself before I cause a scene,” he growled in the foreign language.

Not everyone knew what he said, but those that did sat stunned. No one other than a handful of people had the balls to speak to her that way. She turned her head slowly to glare at him. The loud clinking of her fork hitting her glass commanded all the chatter that was still going on in the large dinner to stop. Trish did a double-take at the murderous expression on Brayden’s face. Her eyes darted between him and his mother. It was obvious that something had jumped off between the two. She was sure from the way she had treated her, that she was the cause of the drama.

“I should come over there and crack your skull,” his mother barked.

“You do and I’ll knock you on your ass. I’m not a fuckin’ boy, and I don’t give a damn who you are. You will
not
disrespect her,” he thundered.

“You would challenge me over that fuckin’ bitch?” she tossed back.

The old lady actually felt herself flinch at the sudden movement of Brayden raising to his feet; he was forced back down by Beau and Andreas, who had gotten up to keep him from reacting.

She smirked, feeling confident with the two men keeping him in his chair. She switched to English to ensure Trish understood her.

“She isn’t the one for you, son. She’s nothing like your ex. You should have married her, seeing how she was pregnant with your baby.”

He went deathly still. He willed himself not to look at Trish. He felt his cousin’s hands on his loosen up.

“I wasn’t going to marry someone I didn’t love, just because you and her had schemed together to get me to. I think I’ve sacrificed myself enough for your selfish ass. It was a get out of jail card the day she lost the baby,” he replied in a cold voice. He tilted his head, “Oh, you thought I didn’t know. I knew I shouldn’t have trusted a woman that was friends with a big mouth, disloyal bitch like you.

His mother shifted in her chair. She had to change her tactic. She didn’t want the others to find out about what his comment about sacrifice meant. She knew that she would never recover from the knowledge of the others at the table finding out that she wanted nothing to do with her daughter after she got on drugs. Or the fact that she had refused to take in her own grandchildren when they were born. There had been times that she had even seen her little girl. She looked dirty, aged beyond her young years, shuffling down the streets of Atlanta. There were a few times that their eyes had connected. There was no denying the fact that her daughter had recognized who she was. Even still, she drove on or walked quickly away as if she didn’t know her. To her, her little girl was gone. The little girl wasn’t the only one that had to deal with a tragedy being done to her. The fact that she chose to allow one event in her life to break her only proved that the girl was weak, and her mother didn’t do weak.

“And have you told her? Have you told her the truth about us?” she asked instead, hoping that it would be enough to send the girl running.

“I will not stand for this bullshit. I told you that she was welcomed in this home. If you can’t deal with that then—” his father snapped from the other end of the table only to be cut off by Trish.

Finding her voice, Trish straightened herself. The rage she felt at that second of his mother’s embarrassment of Brayden made her absolutely light headed. She could give two shits about the crazy bitch not liking her. She had to deal with George’s mother hating her, pointing out her every mistake, talking shit behind her back, trying to undermine her concerning her kids, and starting drama at every turn, so Brayden’s mom was nothing new.

“If you’re talking about you all being the Mob, yeah…I know. Now, what I can’t process is that you’re lacking so much class that you would call your son out like this. Who the fuck do you think you are?” she roared as she got to her feet, her voice getting loud. “You are one ghetto motherfucker,” she continued, pulling off her earrings. “If you have an issue with me, and if you want to be retched about it, I have no problem fucking your ass up.”

She moved so fast that Brayden couldn’t do a thing to stop it. Trish grabbed up her full glass of wine and flung it across the table, drenching his shocked mother in the face. He moved quickly to stop Trish from crawling across the table to have at his mother. A thunderous round of applause went up in the dining room as everyone cheered her actions of standing up for her man. Trish’s stream of curses mixed with the sounds in the room as he locked her legs around his waist. He supported her weight by placing his hands under her ass. He grabbed up her purse and began to walk out the room. As they passed by, his family patted Trish on the back. He chuckled before he caught his father’s grinning stare.

“Loyal,” Brayden shouted back in Italian.

**

The next day, Trish checked her GPS for the third time to ensure she was going in the right direction. She knew it wasn't because she doubted the coordinates, but it was her nervousness about going to Brayden's house for the first time. It had been a week since they had taken their relationship to the next level in the hotel room. She didn't know what to expect when he suggested for her to come to his place. He told her that his back was hurting, so he was a little slow that morning.

She slowed her SUV and glanced down the gated lane of the house that her navigational system said was her destination. She pushed the code he had given her and like magic, the iron gate started to swing back. She slowly put her ride into motion and drove down the long driveway with the low hanging trees up to the two-story colonial style house with rope swings and rocking chairs on the large front porch. She opened the door and walked in just as he had instructed her to do. The layout of the house was nothing short of beautiful. The large windows that he had throughout the bottom level of the home brought so much natural light into the house; his use of wood for the flooring, and even the furniture made the house look both old and contemporary.

Brayden heard when she entered the house. He gave her enough time to look around before he called her upstairs to his room. He was still laying in the bed on his stomach when she finally walked in. His eyes feasted hungrily on her figure as she twisted into the room wearing a black wrap dress and heels. No matter how many times he saw this woman, every time was like the first time to him. His reaction was so intense. He wanted her so much, and not just for a little while.

“Are you okay? What happened?” she asked as dropped her purse.

“It's my back from decking a roof yesterday, that's all,” he mumbled.

"I don't know why you choose to be out on the site anyway. You should be overseeing, not actually doing the work,” she spoke with her hands on her hips.

She hoped he was just tired, and not hurt; then maybe he'd be ready to have sex some. It was a perfect time with no kids and him in bed already. The possibility of doing it was all that she had imagined the entire drive over. The sight of his tan body against the white crisp sheets and his ass hidden under the covers was making her pussy hurt.

“Don't stand over there. Come over here,” he waved her over.

“I can give you a massage if you think it would help,” she offered.

“Hell, yeah,” he mumbled as he turned his head away.

He could hear her fumbling around for a second.
She must be taking off her shoes
, he thought. However, he stiffened when the realization of what she had been really doing came to light. A smile formed on his face. He felt her sure, soft hands as they rubbed his shoulders, but it was what he felt on his lower back that made him take note. He let out a low moan when she sat down and moved her hips. He felt the heat and moisture from her cunt on his bare skin.