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Authors: Jami Alden

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“So goddamn beautiful,” he murmured between caresses. “Been wanting this for so long,” he growled. His teeth closed over her in a gentle bite, making her moan and dig her fingers into his shoulders.

“That’s it baby. Make some noise. Tell me how much you like it.”

He sank down to his knees, licking and sucking his way down the soft, pale skin of her stomach. Any flicker of self-consciousness at her nearly naked state fled as he traced his tongue along the waistband of her satin panties.

Her breath caught in her chest as he hooked his thumb in the elastic and slid the scrap of fabric down her legs. The sight of him kneeling in front of her, his mouth so close to her sex she could feel the heat of his breath sent another burst of heat and wetness pulsing through her core. The fact that he was still fully clothed somehow made it even hotter.

He parted her with his thumbs, and then, oh God, his mouth was on her. His tongue slid along her throbbing clit in firm strokes. She let out a sharp cry and her knees started to buckle.

He caught her hips in his hands, steadying her. He moved lower, thrust his tongue inside, then closed his lips over her, sucking firmly.

Her cries grew more frantic as she felt her pleasure build, pulsing, throbbing, tightening until her entire being centered around Brady’s mouth and the unbelievable pleasure he was giving her.

“That’s it honey,” he said between sucks. “Come for me.” The low rumble of his voice sent a tremor of need through her. “Come against my mouth.”

The gruff command, uttered in his gravelly voice, sent her flying over the edge. “Yes,” she moaned, her fingers twisting in his hair as her hips twitched and rocked against him.

He pressed one last kiss to her still throbbing flesh and stood. At his urging she wrapped her legs around his waist and he carried her to the bed with an ease she would have marveled at had she been capable of coherent thought.

The last pulses of her orgasm were still fluttering through her as he settled them on the bed so she was on her back and he was cradled between her parted legs. Her hands slid down his back and she tugged at his shirt. “I want to see you too,” she said and gave his earlobe a little nip. “Take these off,” she added, echoing his earlier words.

He kissed her hard, then moved to stand next to the bed, and went to work on the buttons of his shirt.

Molly watched, rapt, as inch after inch of tanned, hair-roughened skin was revealed. He shrugged it off his shoulders and she had to fight to keep her jaw from dropping in awe.

While he whose name she would not even think had managed to keep himself reasonably fit past his high school baseball career, Brady had the kind of body Molly had only seen in underwear and cologne ads.

No, she corrected herself. Brady’s body was nothing like those plucked, waxed, airbrushed specimens. He was bigger, leaner, the bulging muscles of his chest dusted with a dark triangle of curls that narrowed into a thin, dark line that bisected abs that looked like they’d been hand chiseled.

Tattoos decorated the bulging muscles of his arms. A sword wrapped in a ribbon that said “Death Before Dishonor” rippled on his right bicep and a beret-wearing skull with a knife in its teeth shifted down his left forearm as he tossed the shirt to the floor. And the look in his eyes, hot and intent, as his hands flicked open the button at the top of his fly…

He was all leashed power and masculine desire, standing over her like some primitive sex god sent down to earth to service her. Making her feel very much the mere mortal.

 

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Brady felt the heat of Molly’s gaze like an open flame tracing across his skin. Call him cocky, but he’d been getting attention from women from the time he was a teenager. He worked with what he had and knew women found him attractive. It was nice to know, but knowing they rarely cared about what lay beyond the exterior meant he didn’t put too much stock in their admiration.

But Molly, beautiful, luscious Molly, looking at him like she wanted to eat him up with a spoon made him feel like the fucking king of the universe.

Feeling like he was about to burst into flame, he watched her eyes trail down to his hands as he slowly unzipped his pants. Wasting no time, he shoved them down to the floor along with his boxers. He took an absurd delight in the way she gasped as his cock sprang free.

“Hopefully you’re not disappointed,” he said with a grin. He stood at the edge of the bed, his body tense with anticipation as she rose to her knees.

“You are… perfect,” she said shakily. Her hand trailed down his abs, making his muscles jump and quiver. Her gaze flicked uncertainly down her own body. “And I’m—”

“Fucking gorgeous,” he said, tumbling her back onto the bed and settling himself between her thighs.

His breath hissed between his teeth as his cock brushed against her silky smooth skin, at the incredible feel of her bare breasts crushed against his chest.

She gave her head a little shake. “My thighs are too big—“

“Shut up,” he said curtly, and lifted up on his elbows to look her in the eye. “You’re twenty-eight fucking years old, well past the time for you to wake up and understand you’ve got the kind of body that gives a man dreams that have him waking up sweating with his dick in his hand.”

She cocked a blond brow, her cheeks flushing with pleasure. “You speaking from experience?”

“Oh yeah.” He took her mouth in a hungry kiss and groaned as he ground his cock against the soft curve of her stomach. “I’ve dreamed of fucking you hard and deep, you begging me not to stop.”

He licked his tongue inside her mouth as he rolled her nipple between two fingers. “I’ve dreamed of sliding my cock in this beautiful mouth,” he nipped her lower lip, “having you suck me and lick me until I come so hard I think I might have died.”

She moaned and ground her sex against his thigh, and his groan echoed hers when he felt how wet and ready she was for him.

“I’ve dreamed of having you a thousand different ways,” he slid his hand between them, down her belly, “and none of them even compares to this.” He slipped his fingers into the slick folds between her legs, slid his middle finger inside. “So tight, so hot,” he groaned as his cock jerked and pulsed, frantic to get inside her.

His thumb circled her clit, and her fingers dug into his shoulders as her inner muscles clenched around his hand. “Brady, please.”

The sound of his name on her lips was enough to make bead of pre-come form on the tip of his cock, and he knew he couldn’t wait anymore.

 

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Molly made a little sound of protest as he abruptly removed his hand, leaving her throbbing with need, unbelievably close to another orgasm as though she hadn’t been coming her brains out mere minutes ago. “Why are you stopping?” she practically wailed.

“Condom,” he said curtly and bent to grab his pants off of the floor. There was some fumbling but finally he extracted his wallet. He pulled two foil packets out and tossed one on the nightstand.

Some of the sex fueled haze in her brain dissipated as the reality of what she was about to do hit. She was about to have sex with Brady McManus, the kind of guy who was with a different woman every weekend, the kind of guy who carried condoms in his wallet because he never knew when he was going to get lucky.

“Wow, aren’t you prepared,” she said with a weak little laugh as he ripped open the packet and rolled it down the impressive length of his erection. Brady was a big man, she thought with a little shiver, and that part of his anatomy was definitely in proportion.

He climbed back on the bed and rolled her onto her back. He ran his hands along the inside of her thighs, urging them apart. “Does it make you feel better to know they’ve been in there for a while?”

It did. But it shouldn’t. There was no reason she should even care if Brady had been with someone else last night. That was why she was doing this with someone like him. Why she wanted the opposite of what she’d just ended.

Nothing but sex. All of the pleasure, none of the emotional complications.

“Something tells me your definition of a while and mine would be much different,” she said in a shaky whisper as he settled himself between her legs.

“You might be surprised,” he rumbled as he gripped his cock in his hand and guided himself to her entrance.

Her heart felt like it was going to pound out of her chest at the feel of the broad head of his cock pressing against her. And then, oh God, he was squeezing inside. So big and thick and totally overwhelming.
OhmyGodohmyGodohmyGod.
The litany echoed in her head. She was really doing this. She was really having sex with someone other than Josh for the first time in her entire life and that someone was Brady McManus, and this was possibly the worst idea she’d ever had—

“It’s okay, Molly” he said, as though reading her thoughts. He rested his weight on his elbows and cupped her head in his hands. “It’s all going to be okay.” He kissed her then, hot and unexpectedly sweet at the same time. His hips rocked against hers, and she felt her body relax to take him deeper.

“God, you feel so good,” he murmured, his tongue tangling with hers as he took her in slow, firm strokes, going deeper with every thrust until he was all the way inside.

Her momentary uncertainty faded into the ether at the sensation of him inside her. Huge and hard, awakening nerve endings she never knew she had. “So do you,” she moaned as he withdrew almost completely then back with a hard thrust.

Just like that, she was back on the edge, rippling and pulsing around him as he hooked her knee under his elbow so he could go even deeper.

She slid her hands down his back, savoring the feel of his muscles bunching under smooth skin. Her palms curved around his rock hard ass, urging him harder, faster as she felt her body go as tight as a bow string.

Then she was gone, shattering into a million pieces hurtling up into the stratosphere as pleasure beyond anything she’d ever felt crashed through her.

He didn’t stop his hard, heavy thrusts, riding her through it. Drawing it out until she became convinced if she sustained this level of pleasure for another second she was going to die.

Finally the last wave ceded and she looked up at him, mesmerized at the sight of him braced above her. His face was a tight mask, eyes squeezed shut almost as though he was in pain. The muscles of his arms and chest stood out in stark relief as his hips pounded in a relentless rhythm.

Suddenly he stiffened against her, his hands holding her hips tight as he held himself deep inside her. A groan ripped from his chest as he came, shuddering against her.

 

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Brady felt his arms give out, his muscles turned to mush in the wake of the most intense orgasm he’d ever had. He barely managed to roll to the side so he wouldn’t crush Molly with his much heavier weight. He wrapped his arm around her and pulled her close as he tried to make sense of what just happened.

He’d always known—even when it seemed like an impossibility—if he ever had sex with Molly it would be different. Just the sheer force of his desire for her, combined with the tangle of emotions she sent swirling around inside him, made it unlikely that being with her would be anything like he’d experienced with other women.

But nothing could have prepared him for sex like this.

He’d had lots of different kinds of sex in his life. Lusty sex. Angry sex. Drunk sex. Even sex that had him laughing.

But he’d never had sex like this. All consuming, leaving him feeling like he’d been pulled apart and put back together but now the pieces didn’t quite line up. Sex that left him with the undeniable knowledge that for better or worse, everything had changed.

“I’ll be right back,” he said and rolled off the bed. He walked to the bathroom and dealt with the condom.
Pull it together,
he told himself harshly.
Keep your fucking game face on.

He walked back out into the main room and found that Molly had pulled the covers up to her chin.

“Is something wrong?” Molly asked, uncertainty in her voice.

Apparently his game face wasn’t in place yet.

He gave himself a mental shake. He may have just had his world knocked entirely off its axis, but that was the last thing he needed to share with her right now.

Forcing his expression into a relaxed smile he walked over to the bed and tugged the covers down. His cock stirred at the sight of her all flushed and naked against the stark white sheets.

He settled down next to her and tucked her tighter against him. “Are you kidding me? I just came so hard I thought I was going to have a heart attack. I couldn’t be better.”

His smile widened at the way her cheeks flushed and a pleased smile teased her lips. No way he could resist the urge to kiss it away.

He threaded his fingers through the thick silk of her hair and bent his head to hers. Her soft mouth parted eagerly under his with a breathy sigh. “The idea of nearly killing me makes you smile?” he sucked her bottom lip between his teeth and gave her a gentle nip.

“No, but the fact that I can satisfy you does,” she said.

He lifted his head. “You weren’t seriously worried about that, were you?”

Her gaze drifted to somewhere around his throat and her shoulders shrugged against the pillow. “It’s been an issue in the past,” she said softly.

He gave his head a little shake as her words hit him like a sucker punch. “You’ve gotta be kidding me.”

“I shouldn’t be talking about this right now,” she said and tried to push away. “You don’t want to hear about this.”

He rolled his weight more fully on her and threw a leg over hers, pinning her gently against the mattress. “You’re right. I don’t want to talk about you fucking another man.” He wouldn’t admit it right now, how he’d been going crazy over the past several months even thinking of Josh touching her, running his hands over creamy naked skin.

Calling himself all kinds of stupid because for fuck’s sake, the dude was her fiancé and sex generally went with the program.

And he couldn't tell her how he’d felt a sharp burst of satisfaction that night when Sadie had joked with him about how she and Molly were both hard up, that Molly’s sex life with Josh was evidently lacking.

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