“Hell yeah.” I slap her ass with my bare hand. “It’s going to help get me ready for round two and this time, I want you to ride my face like a good girl.”
30
PIPER
The sun warmsmy face and I burrow under the covers, my body aching in the best possible way.
Last night was… I don’t even have words for it. I wasn’t sure how Brady would feel about impact play, but he took to it like a fish to water and he seemed to enjoy himself.
Maybe I’ll get him a paddle with his name on it for Christmas.
I reach for him, but his side of the bed is empty.
What the hell?
I bolt upright, panic flooding my system. Did he slip out after I fell asleep?
Shit. He was probably freaked out about the paddle. It was too soon. I should have waited.
There’s a thump in the living room and I spring out of bed. I’m down the hall in an instant and I find Brady leaning up against the apartment door, trying to tie his shoe.
“Sorry.” He flashes me an apologetic smile. “I was trying not to wake you.”
My heart slams against my ribcage.
“You were sneaking out.”
Like every guy Nora ever brought home…
“No.” He straightens. “I have an errand to run and I wanted to let you sleep in. We were up so late last night and you’ve been working so hard lately. I figured you deserved it.”
I cross my arms over my flimsy t-shirt, searching his face for signs of deception.
“Since you’re up, why don’t you come with me? There’s someone I’d like you to meet.”
I dress quickly and then we head out, but Brady refuses to tell me where we’re going or why we need to stop for groceries.
“You remember I don’t like surprises, right?” I tease, as we make our way down College Ave. It’s a brisk morning and I pull my coat tighter around myself as the wind whips by.
“Don’t think of it as a surprise.” He flashes me a feral grin. “Think of it as a new experience. If I remember correctly, you’re very much into those.
No lies detected.
Just the memory of last night has my pussy doing the Mambo.
When we reach the corner of Pullman, Brady stops and looks around.
Then he grabs my hand and leads me across the street to where a homeless man is sitting on a bench, watching traffic.
“Hey, Marty.”
The man looks up at us and it takes a few seconds for recognition to dawn, but when it does, a grin spreads over his face. “I didn’t realize it was Sunday already.”
“Yeah, sorry I’m late. I slept in a little today.” He drops the shopping bags on the bench. “I brought you some sandwiches and there’s someone I’d like you to meet.” He gestures to me. “Marty, this is my girlfriend, Piper.”
It’s the first time he’s used the G-word and my belly flips hearing it on his lips.
“Piper, this is my buddy, Marty.”
