Page 85 of Bad Boys After Dark - Brett
“Only if I get one claiming you as mine, too.” She closed her eyes, snuggling closer. Real life could creep in all it wanted. It had nothing on them.
Chapter Nineteen
THE NEXT FEW days moved by too slowly, and the nights too quickly. Sophie and Brett had been staying at his place ever since they’d gotten back in town. Sophie was the joy at the end of his workday, the light to his dark, worrying thoughts about going to see his father. She’d even become his workout partner, which usually ended up with them rolling around naked, and he realized he no longer felt the need to beat his body into submission. But yesterday morning Sophie had gone to work out with Grace, and he’d gone running with his brothers. He’d almost told them about wanting to go see their father, but he’d held back because he knew they felt their father was, for the most part, a lost cause. Now, as they rode the elevator up to Dylan and Tiffany’s apartment to watch the game Sunday afternoon, Brett second-guessed himself. He didn’t like keeping secrets, especially from his family.
Sophie put her arms around his neck and he crushed his mouth to hers, hoping to escape the worry and stress of his decision, but she drew back almost instantly.
“What’s wrong?” Sophie gazed deeply into his eyes. “You’ve been edgy all week, and that kiss…” She touched her lips to his again, softer, like a test, and shook her head. “Talk to me.”
He should have known better than to try to escape his torment with kisses from his forever-kiss girl. He’d told her the other day that he was thinking about talking to his father, and she’d thought it was a good idea. She’d even offered to go with him. But this was something he needed to do on his own, though her support meant the world to him.
He took her hand as the elevator doors opened, and they headed for Dylan’s apartment. “I was thinking about telling my brothers that I might go see our father.”
“Oh, you should. They love you, and I’m sure they’ll support you.”
Brett stopped walking and said, “Baby, we talked about this. My father has been an ass for years. You think love and support comes easily and unconditionally because it’s all you know, but there are so many hurt feelings between him and all of us, it’s not like that. If it feels right, I’ll tell them. If not, I’ll go see my father and figure it out from there. I’m sorry I’ve been edgy, but I have a feeling I might be until I deal with this.”
She took his face between her hands, went up on her toes in her skintight jeans and pretty black sweater, and kissed him passionately, taking his edginess down a notch.
When their lips parted she said, “It’s a good thing I like edgy sex.”
He chuckled and claimed her luscious mouth again, reveling in their closeness.
“You know hearing those words from your sexy mouth makes me hard.” He pressed his hips to hers, and she grinned like a Cheshire cat.
“I like edgy sex,” she said tauntingly, running her hands over his pecs. “Dirty sexy.” She grabbed his ass. “Sweet sex, movie-room sex—”
He grabbed her hand and dragged her toward the elevator.
“What are you doing?” she asked through her laughter.
“Adding—and checking off—another item to our fantasy list.” He pushed the elevator button repeatedly. “Elevator sex.”
He backed her up against the wall, claiming her mouth again, his worries forgotten, replaced with white-hot desire. When the elevator doors opened, they stumbled toward it—and bumped into Mick and Amanda. Sophie drew back so fast you’d think she’d gotten burned.
“Mick,” she said, her cheeks flaming.
Brett hauled her against him again. “It’s okay, baby. He might be your boss, but he’s also a husband. He gets it.”
Mick was more reserved and refined than Brett. Where Brett would have instantly made a joke had he found one of his brothers in the same position, Mick casually put his arm around Amanda, who looked sweet and embarrassed in a pink sweater and jeans, and with a careful expression, said, “He’s right, Sophie. I told you at the office I was okay with this. No need to be embarrassed.”
