His confession reminds me of the lyrics to one of the songs that he put on my iPod: ‘I now walk alone…’
“Brady?” I ask while he rests his forehead on mine.
“Yeah.”
“When you told me you have never written a love song, what did you mean?”
“Exactly that. I never wrote a love song…at least at that point, I hadn’t,” he answers, smirking down at me.
“Those songs you put on my iPod, they were slow love songs,” I softly argue.
“No, they were slow songs but there was no love in them. I wrote those songs out of pain, not love.” He starts to kiss my neck.
“Oh, and here I thought some girl had completely destroyed you,” I say.
“You’re the only girl that could destroy me,” he admits and I capture his lips.
“I love you,” I murmur against his mouth.
“Say it again,” he requests as his lips make their way down my neck.
“I love you, Brady Carsen,” I whisper again.
“I don’t think I will ever stop wanting to hear you say those words.” He picks me up and I wrap my legs around him.
“You don’t have to worry about that,” I confess and lick his neck up to his earlobe. “Now…fuck me, Brady.” I try to say it straight-faced and with a sexy voice.
“Yes, ma’am.” He walks us over to the bed and places me down before climbing on top. “Just think, baby. I could do this to you every night.” He grabs the hem of my shirt, raising it up to expose my blue lace bra. “I could make you come every morning.” He starts to unbutton my jeans and then scoots them down my legs. “Staring at you with only your panties and bra on makes me want to kidnap you and lock you up here until you agree,” he jokes and I giggle in response.
“Why don’t you show me what I get if I decide to move in?” I smile up at him.
“Do you want me to do a strip tease?” he asks, slowly pulling the hem of his shirt back and forth. I scoot to the top of the bed and rest my body against the headboard to enjoy the show.
“I would never deny myself seeing your body,” I answer.
“Well then, baby. I believe you asked me what you would get if you moved in.” He slowly moves his hips side to side, a playful smile spreading across his lips. “You see this flat, amazingly defined stomach?” he teases and I nod in response. “You could touch, rub, kiss, or lick it whenever you want.” He throws his shirt to the floor while kicking his shoes off. “If you move in with me, these smooth, large feet can warm your small ones on cold winter nights,” he continues to talk, slowly taking off his socks and I giggle, enjoying this immensely.
“Hmm…as appealing as it is to see you shirtless with those jeans hanging low, I think I need more convincing,” I say, leaning forward.
“I’ve been waiting to pull out the big guns, baby.” He unbuckles his jeans and undoes his zipper, his eyes never leaving mine. The mood is starting to get more intense and less playful. When his jeans hit the floor, my eyes fixate on him. The tight, grey boxer briefs show me how excited he already is, making the ache grow inside of me. “Ready?” He smirks at me and my eyes jerk up to his.
“Come here, Brady,” I say quietly, motioning with my finger.
“Did I convince you?” he asks and climbs toward me on the bed.
“It’s not just looks, babe. I need to see how you use your body,” I state, surprising myself how easy this feels.
“Sit back my darling and enjoy. After I finish, you will be begging me to move in,” he softly says and starts to take my bra strap down, kissing my shoulder. “Let’s see, do you want me to show you with my tongue or cock?” he questions, and I think I just became wet from his words. When I don’t answer, he asks, “Sadie?”
“Tongue…please,” I desperately request and he licks down my body, unclasping my bra and throwing it off the bed. His tongue moves in circles around my nipple before his mouth closes over it, twirling my nipple around.
I moan when he moves over to the other breast, doing the same thing. Then his tongue licks down the center of my stomach and over my belly button, moving slowly under the top of my panties. When I feel his tongue graze over my clit, I realize I never felt him take off my panties. Placing his hands against my thighs, he pushes my legs farther apart against the mattress, displaying me in front of him.
“Is this what you want, baby?” he asks and I groan an inaudible yes.
He slowly licks all the way up and back down, inserting his tongue inside of me before moving to my clit. He sucks and twirls it around his mouth, making it hard for me to keep control. My body rapidly approaches an edge I won’t be able to hang on to. “Please, Brady.” I squirm underneath him, desperate to find my release.
“You asked for tongue…,” he teases me, peeking up at me through his eyelashes.
Taking his fingers, he widens me more, giving himself better access inside of me. His tongue feels incredible as he moves it teasingly from my clit and then back again inside of me. I grip his head and twirl his hair around my fingers, trying to keep him in place. He starts working faster, urgently thrusting his tongue into me while moving his hands to my ass, holding me in place. As soon as I hear him moan, I shudder, feeling the tingly sensation flow through my body.
“Do you want me to ask the question now?” he asks, moving over me and I can feel him at my now slick opening.
“Not yet…you still need to prove one thing,” I taunt, already feeling relaxed.
“Thank God,” he says, and thrusts into me deep as I grab his biceps to hold myself steady. “I love fucking you, Sadie.”
“I want to see you, Brady,” I say and he picks his head up, staring into my eyes. He moves back and forth inside of me and I raise my hips to join in. “I love you,” I exclaim.
“I love you…so, so much,” he responds and stills inside of me before collapsing. I think that was the fastest and quietest Brady has ever come. He runs his fingers through my hair, resting on his forearms above me. “So, Sadie. Did I convince you?” he asks and, although he still seems to be playing around, I see that he desperately wants me to move in.
Right before I’m about to answer, loud footsteps hit the stairs and I suddenly remember that we never shut or locked the door.
“Why the hell is this door open?” Dex’s voice asks.
“I don’t know, do you think Brady…” Trey’s voice trails off when he reaches the top.
In those two seconds, Brady was able to turn to the side and shield me from their view. “Fuck, sorry guys,” Trey says laughingly, turning around while pushing Dex down the stairs. “Nice ass, Carsen,” he calls out before we hear the door slam shut.
“You might as well move in; all three of the roommates have already walked in on us having sex.” Brady laughs and stands up to hand me my clothes.
I quickly get dressed before someone else walks in, thankful that Brady hasn’t asked me again. I was about to say ‘yes’, but I don’t know if it is from looking in his eyes while he pleasured me or if I truly am ready to take this next step. The last thing I want is to disappoint him, so when I say yes, I want to make sure it’s for the long haul.
Chapter 25
It’s Friday and The Invisibles are playing Grant’s frat party tonight. To say I’m less than thrilled would be an understatement. After all this time, the last place I want to be is a frat house. Not only because of my past experiences in them, but also because of Theo. He loved his frat. It was the brotherly bond he always wanted when we were younger. He begged my parents to have another child after us, praying they would have a boy but that never happened. When we were young, he would bribe me to play baseball, basketball, and football. He had turned me into a tomboy of sorts, but I secretly loved it. Not to mention, I never told anyone all the times he played house or Barbies with me.
Brady could feel my apprehension so he already told the guys the set would be short and we would be leaving right after. I said it would be okay and Jessa jokingly told Brady that she would protect me, not letting any frat douchebag touch me. He insisted on driving me, even though Jessa said she would bring me right before the show started. ‘I want all those fuckers to know she’s mine when we walk in,’ was his response to her.