Page 101 of Love Undecided
Chapter 45
Kat
I wake really early, unaccustomed to having someone else in my bed with me, despite Brad having been there all night. I peek over at him to see if he’s still asleep. His eyes are shut, his chest rises and falls slowly with each breath.
My phone buzzes from the nightstand, I roll over and see that it’s Bauer calling and wonder what he wants.
“Missed me already, huh?” I speak quietly and slip out of bed so I don’t wake Brad.
“Can you force a feeling?” he asks without preamble.
“Not really, no.”
“Can you try?”
“I don’t know that I would know how,” I tell him.
Brad comes up behind me and puts his hands on my upper arms. “Everything okay?” he whispers into my free ear.
“Cookie, is that a man I hear? Are you cheating on me already?”
I turn and nod to Brad that everything is okay, into the phone I say, “It’s just Brad.”
To which Brad raises his eyebrows at me questioningly and Bauer says, “Just Brad, huh?”
Brad grabs the phone from me. “She’ll call you back,” he growls into it and tosses it on the bed. “Just Brad, huh?”
“Funny, that’s what Bauer said,” I whisper.
I’m backing up as Brad advances. My room isn’t that big and soon I’m backed into my reading chair. The seat of the chair hits the backs of my knees and I fall into the seat with a huff. Brad kneels in front of me, his hands on my knees, he leans in toward my face, a steely gaze in his eyes.
“Let’s get one thing straight, my little firecracker, I am not, nor will I ever be,just Brad.”
“I didn’t mean it like that.”
“No?” he asks as he slides his hands up my thighs, getting closer and closer to my core. He rubs his cheek on my inner thigh, his breath hot against my skin. He pulls me down to the edge of the seat and throws one of my legs over the arm of the chair and the other over his shoulder.
“Howdidyou mean it?”
He runs his tongue down one thigh and up the other. My head is reeling. I grab his hair and try to force his mouth to where I want it.
“Not until you answer my question,” he says, grabbing my hands with one of his and pinning them against my chest, forcing me to lie against the back of the chair. I can’t focus. My breaths are coming in pants.
“What, uh, what was the question?”
“How did you mean it?” he asks with a quick flick of his tongue to my clit.
I squirm in my seat. “Oh God! That feels so good! Brad, please!”
He blows gently on my clit, the cool air makes me quiver, then, with another flick of his tongue, asks again, “How did you mean it, Kat?”
I struggle to remember what he’s asking me. It comes to me that I said ‘just Brad’ to Bauer. “There is no just,” I tell him breathily, “there’s only you.”
“That’s right, baby, there is only me. And no one else.” He runs the scruff of his cheek up and down my inner thigh, slowing each time he reaches my clit.
“I’m so close,” I whimper, and with that he thrusts his tongue inside of me. Driving me crazy with sure and determined strokes until I am over the edge.
“Oh fuck. Oh God! Holy Shit! Brad! Only you! Always you!” I tell him, my body pulsing as my orgasm rips through me sending wave after wave of pleasure. I slump in the chair feeling weak and barely coherent, my limbs are like wet noodles.
