Page 30 of Inevitable

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Saturday, July 29th

Brady thought about a song that he and Claire had been listening to for the last couple of days that fit them perfectly. The title was “Touching Heaven” and that’s exactly what he was doing. She was absolutely his hallelujah and when he opened his eyes and felt her warm body wrapped around his, he knew with certainty that everything good and right in the world lay in his arms.

Holy fuck, last night was incredible.

The first time was mind-blowing, the second soul-twisting, and the third time…well, that broke open his heart. Claire Hughes was going to be his and the rest of his days on earth were going to be spent making sure their bodies, hearts, and souls were solidly twisted together. Anything else would be unacceptable.

Brock’s action and behavior over the last several months suddenly made a lot of sense. In fact, Brady could see how he might be a whole lot worse when it came to keeping Claire close and protecting her. It was like he’d discovered the most beautiful treasure in the world, and keeping her safe and happy was solely his responsibility.

Which, in a way, it was because she didn’t have much family left as far as he could tell. He knew she had Quinn, but he wasn’t sure who she had beyond him. Probably just scattered relatives she’d never been close to. Well, now she had him and his brothers to count on. Not to mention the Bertrands. He knew that once Mama Rochelle found out he had a girlfriend, he was going to be expected to bring her by for supper. No way was Rochelle going to let this happen without her involvement. Which he appreciated.

The other thing he appreciated was the soft curves that were pressed against his morning wood. He had a feeling that if he hauled Claire on top of him, he could slip inside without any problem. Which might be the perfect way to start their day. Just as he was about to move her around, she mumbled something and turned over.

“Okay, still workable,” he muttered. Fitting himself behind her, he trailed his fingers over the slope of her hip. The feel of her silky skin made him want to trail his mouth over every inch. Which he would be sure to do by the end of the day. This weekend was going to be dedicated to Claire’s pleasure. They had forty-eight more hours of uninterrupted time and he meant to spend as much of it naked as she would allow.

Sliding his hands between her legs, he found that the angle of her legs gave him perfect access. He pushed two fingers through her flesh, circled her clit and felt her push her hips against his hands. “Good mornin’,” he whispered against her ear.

“Mmmmm,” she murmured.

Smiling to himself, he buried his face against her neck and inhaled the musky scent he’d left on her skin. The idea that he’d marked her sent a surge of blood to his stiff cock and made him grit his teeth. “Claire, I’m going to teach you about soft, slow morning sex. What do you say?”

Her body stirred as he eased two fingers into her tight channel and massaged the sensitive patch just inside. When she gasped and rocked her hips, he figured she was on board with his plan. “That’s it, baby. Just enjoy the ride I’m about to take you on.” Kissing her shoulder lightly, he fucked her with his fingers so she could get wet and ready to accept his aching cock.

“Brady, you sure know how to wake a girl up.”

He pressed his fingers deeper before dragging them back out to play with her clit. “Plan on enjoying this every morning from here on out.” He rubbed his stubbled jaw against her cheek and relished the idea of marking her. “Bend your knees, baby, and push your ass toward me.”

When she did as he asked without hesitation, he aligned himself along her back and pressed the head of his cock between her damp folds of flesh. They parted as he slid into her from behind. Pushing slowly, he took his time filling her up until he was as deep as he could go. He clasped her hip with one hand and brought the other around her throat, right behind her chin. He’d discovered last night that she got wetter and tighter when he became more aggressive and dominant, so he decided to add a little of it to their morning encounter. When her pussy clenched around him, he grinned. His girl liked it when he took control.

Noted.

Kissing her jaw, he rocked his hips against hers and let his shaft glide out to the tip, then all the way back in. The slick heat surrounding him felt like fucking heaven as he slowly built the momentum. Her gasps and low moans let him know that she was getting close. “Touch yourself,” he instructed her gruffly.

“What?” she moaned.

“Slide your hand down and make yourself come.”

“Oh…”

His dirty girl obeyed and her hand delved between her thighs, her fingers touching and stroking in rhythm to his thrusts. Her rapid breathing made him move deeper, faster. When she groaned his name and pushed her ass back against his hips, he knew she was on the cusp. “Let go, Claire.”

Her mouth fell open and she shook from the intensity of her climax. The rippling sensation enveloped his cock, gripped his length, and sent him over the edge with her.

A growl tore from his throat as his orgasm blasted through him. He gripped her hip firmly, drove himself into her again and again, and hoped he didn’t bruise her. Holy shit, he blew himself apart with the intensity of the pleasure that rolled through his body.

Easing his hold, he kissed her cheek gently and let out a laugh. “I almost blacked out.” When he didn’t get any response, he lifted his head and looked at Claire’s face. Her eyes were closed and she wore a happy, satisfied smile. “Give me a wave if you’re still alive.”

He watched her hand lift an inch off the bed and move. “Good enough.” He let his head fall back on the pillow and closed his eyes. “Best damn morning of my life,” he muttered before falling asleep.

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Claire placed the jar of homemade pickles on the kitchen table and nodded. Seemed she hadn’t forgotten anything. Checking the wall clock, she realized that Andi should be here any minute. Hearing the doorbell ring, she turned quickly and felt a twinge in her legs. She’d been experiencing all kinds of them from the moment she woke up with Brady’s very skillful fingers buried deep inside her body.

Shivering, she walked slowly toward the front of her small house. Not only had the man taught her what it felt like to be sent to the moon, he taught her what tenderness felt like. Opening the door, she greeted her best friend. “Hey, girl.”

Andi pressed her hand to her heart and let out a snort of laughter. “You have been loved good and hard, my sweet friend.”

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