The Home Court Advantage
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“She won’t tell them anything. In fact, she’ll probably deny that we had this conversation. She didn’t want to be involved any further; so all we have is what sounds like a warning for me to watch out for conspiracy theorists who don’t want our families to get together. Take it for what it’s worth.”
“Well, I certainly hope that you’re enjoying your courtship so far, Gabrielle,” Adam said with a smile. “Now you can add breakdancing with Cousin Derek and having private meetings with creepy Goth chicks to your list of romantic memories.”
“So have we done the Club 51 experience?” Cam asked.
“Yes,” Braden answered. “Let’s get out of here.” We headed out and called cabs to come and pick us up, making plans to meet up the next day in Bryn Mawr.
CHAPTER NINE
We went to my apartment to get Bruno and then started off on the two block trip back to Braden’s place. I noticed Braden looking around a lot as we walked and I had to wonder if maybe he had the same weird feeling that I had often gotten lately. Finally, something seemed to catch his eye and I saw him squint like he was trying to make something out in the distance.
“Something wrong?” I asked hesitantly.
“I think all the talk about being followed and conspiracy theorists and all that has made me paranoid. Now I have that weird feeling like somebody’s watching us but I think it’s just my imagination. I don’t see anybody.”
“I didn’t notice it before but now that you’ve mentioned it I do. That’s probably just the power of suggestion though. I’m sorry if I got us both feeling paranoid.” I glanced around us nervously. There were still plenty of people out and about even though it was late, but again, nobody seemed particularly interested in us.
“Don’t be sorry, baby. I’m glad that you’re not keeping anything from me anymore. I would rather you told me everything, no matter how strange it sounds. If something’s bothering you, I want to know about it.”
Less than two minutes later we were greeting his doorman and hopping on the elevator. Braden looked deep in thought as we headed for his apartment and he dug out his keys and unlocked the door. When Bruno scampered off to check everything out as usual, he came over and pulled me into his arms.
“So Gabrielle, time to unwind. Did we forget to wear our panties tonight?”
“No, we didn’t forget. We didn’t wear them on purpose,” I said with a naughty smile.
He gave me a cocky grin, nudged my legs apart and sank to his knees in front of me. He looked up at me as he slid his hands up my bare thighs and slid the skirt of my dress up over my hips. Then he looked down again, groaned softly, and began trailing light little kisses across my lower tummy. I felt intense heat between my legs at the same time as I felt chills that hardened my ni**les, and I started reeling with all of the sensations bombarding me at once. He moved his mouth over and nipped gently at my hip, and I began urging his head lower with my hips and hands. I really was a demanding little hussy, wasn’t I?
“I thought that patience was a virtue,” he mumbled against my hyper-sensitized skin. He sounded very amused.
“Well, I’m not very virtuous either,” I replied throatily, swallowing hard.
I felt his warm breath on me right where I wanted it, and I tensed, because I anticipated the feeling of his tongue against my clit, but then he pulled back and moved down to lick my inner thigh instead. I almost beat him. He was never ever going to forget those f**king dishes!
“Gabrielle, you’re even wet down here,” he murmured as he continued licking my slick thighs. He was driving me wild. I was a bundle of shivering heat and tingling ache, reacting in a dozen different ways to what he was doing to me with that sinful tongue of his.
“Braden,” I whimpered and tried again to urge him with my hands and my hips to go where I wanted to feel that tongue the most.
“Do you want my mouth somewhere else, baby?” he purred against me.
“Yes!” I bit out. My legs were starting to feel weak.
“Tell me what you want me to do.” Oh Jesus. He was going to make me say it! Okay, was it really such a big deal? I had asked him to f**k me. I had even ordered him to f**k me. Was this really so different? No! It wasn’t!
“I want you to eat my pu**y, Braden!” I demanded impatiently. There, I said it! Don’t judge me. You would have said it too.
He groaned and moved up, breathing in deeply and releasing it slowly. I felt his warm breath on me again just before I felt his hot tongue drag across my clit. I gasped and grabbed onto his head as much for support as anything else. He held my hips still as he licked me slowly up and down along my wet swollen lady bits and made appreciative “mmm” noises, like he was tasting something wonderful. I started panting as I watched him tongue me and I knew that I would never be able to watch him eat anything ever again without getting turned on. When he actually started sucking on my clit my legs began to shake and I didn’t think I could remain on my feet much longer.
“Please,” I gasped.
“Please what, baby?” he mumbled and his breath blowing against me made me even more desperate. I couldn’t think straight and I searched for something, anything …
“Please, I need some lovin’ and I need it bad.” It was all I could think of! He stopped in mid-lick.
“Okay, baby, how about if we don’t say anything that would bring any of your clients to mind during our intimate moments?” he suggested, pausing and looking up at me.
“Okay.” I panted. “Uh. Please … fuck me?” After all, it worked that time in the kitchen. And it was still a winner! He stood up quickly, fixed my skirt, grabbed my hand and pulled me with him to the bedroom where he untied my dress, slipped it off and threw it on a chair. I stood there naked except for my high heels and he took a step back to take in the sight, letting his eyes travel up and down my body slowly.
“I really like that look on you,” he said thickly. “Lie down on the bed but leave the shoes on.” I was good with that plan. I hit the bed so fast I almost bounced back off. He went over to his closet and came back with a couple of silk scarves. “Purchased just for you, Gabrielle,” he said with a smile that liquefied me. And with that Braden tied my hands to his bedposts and I swear the only thing keeping me conscious at that point was the ache between my legs. Then he left the room. Where in the hell was he going?
“Well, I certainly hope that you’re enjoying your courtship so far, Gabrielle,” Adam said with a smile. “Now you can add breakdancing with Cousin Derek and having private meetings with creepy Goth chicks to your list of romantic memories.”
“So have we done the Club 51 experience?” Cam asked.
“Yes,” Braden answered. “Let’s get out of here.” We headed out and called cabs to come and pick us up, making plans to meet up the next day in Bryn Mawr.
CHAPTER NINE
We went to my apartment to get Bruno and then started off on the two block trip back to Braden’s place. I noticed Braden looking around a lot as we walked and I had to wonder if maybe he had the same weird feeling that I had often gotten lately. Finally, something seemed to catch his eye and I saw him squint like he was trying to make something out in the distance.
“Something wrong?” I asked hesitantly.
“I think all the talk about being followed and conspiracy theorists and all that has made me paranoid. Now I have that weird feeling like somebody’s watching us but I think it’s just my imagination. I don’t see anybody.”
“I didn’t notice it before but now that you’ve mentioned it I do. That’s probably just the power of suggestion though. I’m sorry if I got us both feeling paranoid.” I glanced around us nervously. There were still plenty of people out and about even though it was late, but again, nobody seemed particularly interested in us.
“Don’t be sorry, baby. I’m glad that you’re not keeping anything from me anymore. I would rather you told me everything, no matter how strange it sounds. If something’s bothering you, I want to know about it.”
Less than two minutes later we were greeting his doorman and hopping on the elevator. Braden looked deep in thought as we headed for his apartment and he dug out his keys and unlocked the door. When Bruno scampered off to check everything out as usual, he came over and pulled me into his arms.
“So Gabrielle, time to unwind. Did we forget to wear our panties tonight?”
“No, we didn’t forget. We didn’t wear them on purpose,” I said with a naughty smile.
He gave me a cocky grin, nudged my legs apart and sank to his knees in front of me. He looked up at me as he slid his hands up my bare thighs and slid the skirt of my dress up over my hips. Then he looked down again, groaned softly, and began trailing light little kisses across my lower tummy. I felt intense heat between my legs at the same time as I felt chills that hardened my ni**les, and I started reeling with all of the sensations bombarding me at once. He moved his mouth over and nipped gently at my hip, and I began urging his head lower with my hips and hands. I really was a demanding little hussy, wasn’t I?
“I thought that patience was a virtue,” he mumbled against my hyper-sensitized skin. He sounded very amused.
“Well, I’m not very virtuous either,” I replied throatily, swallowing hard.
I felt his warm breath on me right where I wanted it, and I tensed, because I anticipated the feeling of his tongue against my clit, but then he pulled back and moved down to lick my inner thigh instead. I almost beat him. He was never ever going to forget those f**king dishes!
“Gabrielle, you’re even wet down here,” he murmured as he continued licking my slick thighs. He was driving me wild. I was a bundle of shivering heat and tingling ache, reacting in a dozen different ways to what he was doing to me with that sinful tongue of his.
“Braden,” I whimpered and tried again to urge him with my hands and my hips to go where I wanted to feel that tongue the most.
“Do you want my mouth somewhere else, baby?” he purred against me.
“Yes!” I bit out. My legs were starting to feel weak.
“Tell me what you want me to do.” Oh Jesus. He was going to make me say it! Okay, was it really such a big deal? I had asked him to f**k me. I had even ordered him to f**k me. Was this really so different? No! It wasn’t!
“I want you to eat my pu**y, Braden!” I demanded impatiently. There, I said it! Don’t judge me. You would have said it too.
He groaned and moved up, breathing in deeply and releasing it slowly. I felt his warm breath on me again just before I felt his hot tongue drag across my clit. I gasped and grabbed onto his head as much for support as anything else. He held my hips still as he licked me slowly up and down along my wet swollen lady bits and made appreciative “mmm” noises, like he was tasting something wonderful. I started panting as I watched him tongue me and I knew that I would never be able to watch him eat anything ever again without getting turned on. When he actually started sucking on my clit my legs began to shake and I didn’t think I could remain on my feet much longer.
“Please,” I gasped.
“Please what, baby?” he mumbled and his breath blowing against me made me even more desperate. I couldn’t think straight and I searched for something, anything …
“Please, I need some lovin’ and I need it bad.” It was all I could think of! He stopped in mid-lick.
“Okay, baby, how about if we don’t say anything that would bring any of your clients to mind during our intimate moments?” he suggested, pausing and looking up at me.
“Okay.” I panted. “Uh. Please … fuck me?” After all, it worked that time in the kitchen. And it was still a winner! He stood up quickly, fixed my skirt, grabbed my hand and pulled me with him to the bedroom where he untied my dress, slipped it off and threw it on a chair. I stood there naked except for my high heels and he took a step back to take in the sight, letting his eyes travel up and down my body slowly.
“I really like that look on you,” he said thickly. “Lie down on the bed but leave the shoes on.” I was good with that plan. I hit the bed so fast I almost bounced back off. He went over to his closet and came back with a couple of silk scarves. “Purchased just for you, Gabrielle,” he said with a smile that liquefied me. And with that Braden tied my hands to his bedposts and I swear the only thing keeping me conscious at that point was the ache between my legs. Then he left the room. Where in the hell was he going?
