The Law of Attraction
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“Well, dearest, that sounds like a sound plan for the future.” I felt myself starting to sweat and my panties got damp. The Astros struck out and the game was over within minutes. Our friends stretched and stood up. My heart started racing as they headed for the door.
“Thanks for inviting us along,” Cam added.
“We do it every Sunday night. Come whenever you want,” Braden said. That was definite progress.
“I guess we’ll play it by ear next week?” Mark asked.
“We’ll be back in time,” Adam said.
“But Braden might be busy making up for the loss of his Saturday night sex.”
Cam offered to walk Jess home and we said our goodnights as everyone left, shutting the door behind them.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Braden turned to me with his hot look and I was up against the wall in seconds with his mouth on mine, his tongue exploring possessively. His hand traveled up under my shirt and into my bra where he gently squeezed my nipple and cupped my breast. Then the other hand traveled under my skirt and into my panties, where he began stroking me.
“Mm. My baby’s ready for me,” he said with satisfaction.
“You gave me advance notice,” I answered breathily.
He pushed my skirt up and my panties down. I slid them off as he freed himself and then he lifted me up and pushed into me as I wrapped my legs around him and gasped with pleasure. With my back braced against the wall he thrust into me deeply over and over and I started moaning deliriously. Through a lust-filled haze I suddenly heard a foreign sound. It sounded like… yipping. Oh no!
“No, no Bruno,” I panted. “Daddy’s not hurting mommy. Daddy’s making mommy feel so good! Oh baby, so good!” Bruno didn’t let up, though. If anything, the yipping got louder and he started running from one side of Braden’s legs to the other.
“Quiet, Bruno!” Braden tried, sounding desperate, as I pushed my hips hard against him and squeezed my inner muscles tight. “Oh f**k, yes!” he groaned loudly. Bruno kept yipping louder and louder. “Bruno! Quiet! Daddy wants to enjoy this.” He started moving his hips faster.
“Yes! Like that!” I cried and he started pounding into me.
“Tell me how much you love it baby,” he grunted as Bruno kept yipping.
“So much! I love it so much! It feels so good!” I moaned and Bruno started jumping.
“Who’s f**king you Gabrielle? I want to hear you say it!” The yipping was unrelenting and now Bruno was running in circles.
“Oh Braden! Braden! Only you!”
“You’re mine, Gabrielle,” he bit out, and then Bruno started doing something that transcended annoying and moved into the realm of the really weird, and not just a little disturbing. He grabbed on to Braden’s leg and started pumping.
“Bruno! Jesus! Stop that!” Braden bit out, sounding distracted as he shook his leg, trying to get Bruno to let go.
“Why is he doing that?” I gasped, confused.
“I’m pretty sure he thinks this is a game.”
“Only mommy and daddy get to play, Bruno!” I pleaded.
Braden took a deep breath and lowered me to the floor. He pulled my skirt back down and closed his pants over his erection. Bruno let go and looked up at him quizzically like he couldn’t figure out why we had stopped playing the humping game just when it was getting good. Braden gave him an exasperated look and grabbed my hand and his keys. “Let’s go.”
“Where?”
“To the roof garden.”
“The roof garden?! We’re leaving?!”
“Nobody else is ever up there and it’s a nice night.”
We took the stairs and when we got there Braden found a dark spot and once again lifted me up and braced me against a wall. The city lights sparkled in the distance. I felt him slide into me again and start moving more slowly. He buried his mouth against my neck and pushed into me deeply while I moaned and ran my hands up and down his back. Without any further distractions it wasn’t long before I felt myself get to where I needed to be. Braden sensed it and started talking to me again. This time, though, he didn’t talk dirty to me. The things he said were romantic instead and they turned me on just as much.
“Gabrielle, you’re so beautiful. And sweet. And sexy. It’s never felt like this before. I want to lose myself in you. I want to be inside you forever.”
“Braden, I need you so much.” I felt myself slip over and fall into oblivion and then a couple of minutes later he let go and joined me. We held on to each other tightly as sensation and release washed over us and then we stood there panting with our foreheads pressed together.
“Braden,” I said after a few minutes, “are we going to have to have sex on the roof from now on?”
“No, baby. We’re going to have sex in the bedroom and Bruno is going to wait in the living room. I just had to get out of there.”
“Okay. Just asking. I figured it might get cold eventually.” We headed back downstairs where Bruno met us at the door and gave us a dirty look. He was obviously deeply offended that we were not willing to involve him in our sex life.
* * *
I told Braden that I had to help Jess with something the next night. That was technically true. He said that he would watch Bruno and invite Adam and Mark over to play cards and hang out again. He still wanted to spend the night together, though, so I told him that he should come by and pick me up at ten and that I would go back to his place with him. I knew that I was cutting it close but I didn’t want to act suspiciously by being out late on a night before court. Besides, how much garbage could she have anyway? So the next night Bruno was off at Daddy’s place when Jess and Cam and I piled into my Mini Cooper at eight-thirty and headed for Marla’s townhouse. We parked down the street and strolled casually toward her address. When we were in front of it though, we encountered a little problem. The homes were narrow and attached and there were a whole bunch of garbage cans standing together. You couldn’t tell which one belonged to which house. Shit!
“Okay, okay, think, Gabrielle,” I said to myself as I put my hands on my hips and paced. “She’s a single woman, so if we see guy trash it’s probably not hers.”
“Guy trash?” Jess asked dubiously.
“You know, stuff that a guy has that women doesn’t.”
“A penis?” Jess shook her head in bewilderment.
“Cam, what kind of stuff would a guy have that a woman probably wouldn’t?”