Page 105 of Branded Hearts

I take it he enjoyed that, too.

No. That’s an understatement.

Helovedit just as much as I did because, just when I thought his dick was hard before, it’s an absolute rock now, jutting upward and rubbing against me. I want to repay the favour, but... how? Whatdo I even do? Just as I’m about to ask, he says, “Come, let’s finish washing up and head inside.”

Does he not need to take care of… that? Surely, he does. He must be painfully hard at this point. But I follow his lead as he starts washing his body quickly, so I grab my bottle of shampoo and wash my hair—the scent of cherry blossom filling the space around us.

I finish washing up before Brad, but I wait for him to finish before we step out of the shower, each grabbing a towel from the rack. Lucky I’d laid out two earlier. Drying off quickly, he only puts his shorts back on, leaving his t-shirt draped over the rack. I wrap the towel around my body and hurry into my bedroom to grab a pair of pyjamas.

I peek in on Millie, who is now sound asleep, curled into a ball on my side of the bed. Smiling softly, I close the door and head back to the living room, where Bradley is waiting on the couch.

“All good?” he asks, a playful glint in his eyes.

“Yeah.”

I join him on the couch, snuggling into his side. He wraps an arm around me, pulling me close. Bradley gives me a once-over, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

“Cute PJs,” he says, brushing a stray hair behind my ear. I glance down at my Mickey Mouse-inspired Christmas pyjamas, the ones my sister bought me last year. They’re my favourite.

“Thanks,” I say, blushing slightly. “I-I still can’t believe what just happened.”

He chuckles, his fingers tracing patterns on my arm. “Believe it,Mills. And get used to it, because I’m not going anywhere.”

His words fill me with warmth, and I nestle closer to him, feeling a sense of peace. “I’m glad,” I whisper, looking up at him. “I don’t want this to end.”

“Neither do I,” he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead.

A sudden feeling of apprehension washes over me. “Bradley, I’m worried about Olivia. Going behind her back like this... it doesn’t feel right.”

He sighs in response. “We’ll tell her soon. When we find the right time.”

The right time? But when exactly will that be? I push these thoughts aside, noticing the evident bulge in his shorts. I really want to return the favour.

“Bradley, um, can I…” My words trail off.Just say it, Amelia.“Can I... return the favour?” I ask tentatively. His expression shifts, a brief flicker of surprise crossing his face. “It’s just, I’ve never—” I begin, my voice trailing off with uncertainty.

“I know, Mills. And you don’t have to. I only want you to do what you’re comfortable with,” he reassures me, his tone gentle and understanding.

My gaze shifts to his lap, noticing the growing bulge straining against his shorts.

Gathering my courage, I continue, “I want to at least try. Can you... teach me?” I admit, the words come out with newfound determination. I’m shedding my shyness; I genuinely want to learn how to please him, for both his sake and mine.

His gaze softens in response, a silent acknowledgment of my request, before he nods in agreement.

Bradley

As I sit here, her request echoing in my mind, my thoughts drift back to our shower. I can’t help but recall how beautiful she looked, her body bathed in water, her curves enticing and mesmerising. Her eyes, so round and captivating, held a depth that drew me in.

The memory of her surrendering to me, her taste lingering on my lips, ignites a fire within me. Now, as she sits before me, eager and willing, I feel a surge of affection and admiration. Her desire to learn, to please me, fills me with a sense of gratitude.

I love the sight of her, on her knees, looking up at me with those beautiful eyes—ready to explore this new experience together.

With deliberate slowness, I lift my hips and pull my shorts down my legs, my cock springing free and resting against my abdomen. I take a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart.

Why the fuck am I nervous?

This is the first time I’ve had to teach someone, so I guess for both of us, this is a first. Her eyes widen at the sight of me, and it only stirs me more; then her brows crease.

“How…” She looks back at me wide-eyed. “I…”

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