Page 10 of Bradford (Boston Bay Vikings #18)

brADFORD

The best part about flying in my father's jet is the bedroom.

It's so luxurious and comfortable that we immediately climb onto the bed once we're in the air.

It's nice to lie down when my injured side is bothering me.

Being injured has taken a lot out of me, and I hate it.

The only good thing about it is that I met Florence.

I'm glad she's with me, even though the circumstances are awful.

She's slight, and she fits snuggly against me.

It's frustrating not being able to spoon her and feel all her curves against me.

Then again, it's probably for the best considering I've had an erection ever since she stretched out beside me.

One of her legs is between mine, and her hand rests on my stomach.

A little lower, and she'll feel what she does to me.

I try to move into a more comfortable position, but that only shifts Florence's hand. I snap my eyes shut, willing my erection to subside. All she needs to do is spread her fingers, and she'll touch the head.

"That looks painful," she mumbles, only half awake.

I stop breathing when she strokes me from head to base. My excited dick jumps in anticipation of getting some action. Something it hasn't had for a long time.

She squeezes, sending tingles of pleasure to my toes. Not stopping there, she slowly starts jacking me off through my sweats. I open my eyes and find that watching her hand on me ratchets up my lust. "You need to stop," I whimper. "I want you badly."

Much to my disappointment, she briefly removes her hand, but then she slips it inside my sweats.

She wastes no time continuing to jerk me off.

I can't breathe. I clench my ass, trying to hold off my orgasm.

But that only makes my dick turn to stone.

I come with a loud hiss, followed by a grunt.

My semen squirts out as I catch my breath from the explosive release, she just gave me.

Using her clean hand, she pulls my sweats down below my balls and pats my semi-hard cock. "Don't move."

I couldn't move if my life depended on it. I can't feel my legs. I grin as I watch Florence return from the bathroom with a washcloth. She smirks as she cleans me up, then tosses the washcloth into the bathroom. "That was hot. You have a really big dick."

I burst out laughing and say, "Don't worry. It will fit."

“I’m not worried. I’m looking forward to being impaled on that beast.”

“Shit!” I groan at the image. “Help me pull my sweats up.”

She chuckles as she puts me away and then snuggles down beside me. "Maybe you can sleep now."

"I hate to admit it, but I think I can." I close my eyes and say, "Don't think I've forgotten that I need to make this up to you when I can move."

"Hmm, I look forward to that,” she mumbles. "I'm scared, Bradford. We don't know each other well, yet I can't imagine being without you. That's weird, right?"

"It's not weird. I knew the moment I met you that you were going to be mine.

" I continue, "Your parents, Dorothy and Jim, are schoolteachers in Colorado and will retire in a few years.

You grew up and went to college in Colorado.

Your brother, Artie, is in the Marines, and you spend a lot of time with him when he's home.

You guys are close with your parents, even though you live in different parts of the country. " I smirk.

"How?"

“How did I know all that? Because Nurse Zaire took pity on me.

I'm not supposed to tell you that, mind you.

When I told her that I should know some things about you before getting you into my bed and keeping you there, she agreed.

" I pause. "My mom died three years ago, so it's just me and my dad.

He has his finger in different things. No matter how busy he's been over the years, he never missed a game.

He's not always there in person anymore, but he watches on TV. I owe everything to him."

Sighing softly, Florence says, "You should pat yourself on the back, Bradford. Your father paid for the lessons and equipment and encouraged you, but you got to where you are because of your talent. No one else did that."

"I hadn't looked at it that way before."

"See, I'm not just a pretty face," she chuckles. Her eyes light up with happiness as she looks up into mine. "I'm glad I'm with you. I need you to know that. No matter what happens, I don't regret being here with you."

“Good.”

I pull her close and admit, "I need a nap."

"Me too."

I brush my lips against the top of her head and let sleep take me.

I can’t take my eyes from Florence who is sitting on my sofa with Tessa and Gemma on either side of her.

Rosie sits across from them, fiddling with her phone.

I know she's waiting for a message from Dodge.

Tessa is really into the conversation because she barely pauses for breath.

I didn't know she was a talker. Madden nudges my side and grins at his new wife.

Dario has moved to sit on the arm of the sofa next to his wife, Gemma.

He reaches out and plays with a strand of her hair.

"What's Tessa talking about? She's rather animated," I comment. It only takes one glance at Madden to make me roll my eyes. "She's not talking about you."

He chuckles and adds, "I've no idea what they're talking about, but I don't care. I love seeing the girls’ become friends." He snorts. "Florence will be getting drunk with our wives before long."

I rub my chest, which suddenly aches. "She has to be at work in a week."

Madden snaps his gaze to me, but I keep my eyes on Florence. Her white hair falls loosely around her shoulders, the curls bouncing when she moves. She's beautiful and ethereal.

"You need to make her fall in love with you, so she'll stay." Madden moves toward Tessa, and Florence glances over her shoulder at me. Her smile lights up her eyes.

My side and shoulder still hurt, and I'm constantly fighting a losing battle with fatigue. I've never been so tired from doing nothing. I know it's my body's way of telling me that I need to rest and recover. It just sucks.

Florence excuses herself and softly pads over to me. She wraps her arms around my waist and nuzzles her face into the crook of my neck. "I like your friends," she whispers.

"Me too." I glance toward them and see Rosie frowning as she looks at her phone.

Florence distracts me when she presses against my groin, her fingernails digging into my ass through my sweatpants. I dip my face and place a kiss on her neck, followed by a gentle bite that I smooth with my tongue.

She shudders, a soft moan escaping her kissable lips. "We need to behave," she whispers in my ear, sending a shiver of desire through me.

My cock certainly enjoys the feeling, pulsing hard between us. "You started this, babe."

"I've been trying to resist the explosive attraction I feel toward you. But when I turned to look at you, I lost the battle. You looked rumpled, sexy, and cuddly. I just had to touch you."

I close my eyes, trying to rein in the lust for this woman that thunders through me.

Her fingers dip into the back of my sweatpants, and she presses her palms against my buttocks and squeezes.

Her touch ignites a fire within me that I struggle to contain.

As she presses her body closer to mine, I know that being good is the last thing on her mind.

"I'm not sure I'm going to be up for much in my condition."

She snickers. "I'd say you're up just fine. Besides, who said you have to do anything?" She presses her tongue against the pulse in my neck, and my dick jerks hard, leaking precum.

The fuse has been lit, and fighting my way back feels impossible given how much I want this woman. I had planned on taking it slow with her because I want her so much. I want to prove that I'm not just interested in her body.

"Do you think your friends would mind if we went for a nap?" she whispers.

"Okay, everyone out!" I announce.

"Oh my God! Bradford." Florence buries her bright red face in my chest, and I keep my arms around her. My amused friends pull their wives to their feet and grin as they pass us. There are a few shouted goodbyes as Rosie follows them out.

Then, we're alone.

"That was embarrassing." Florence laughs.

I raise my eyebrows. "I'm not sure I'm going to be able to do much." I wince, hating to admit it.

Florence smirks and rubs herself on my excited cock.

"I don't mind making you feel good." Taking my hand, she leads me into the bedroom we share.

As we enter, the tension between us grows.

Her eyes fill with desire as she gently pushes me onto the bed.

I smile at her boldness and wonder how far she wants to go.

I'm sure she wants us to be naked, and I don't have a problem with that.

My heart races with excitement as Florence lies beside me.

She's on the side of my injured shoulder, so I can't wrap my arm around her. I forget about that, though, when I feel a light touch along my dick. "You can't move. I don't want to hurt you."

"Baby, your teasing hurts really bad right now."

Chuckling, she holds my gaze and brushes her mouth over mine.

Her tongue slips easily into my mouth, and I'm completely lost. Using my good arm, I reach up, slide my fingers through her hair, and cup the back of her neck, holding her close.

Her hand grips my cock and squeezes. I groan, pressing my hips into her hand, desperate for more of her touch.

The intensity of our connection overwhelms me, consuming me completely with desire.

Florence slips her hand inside my sweats and finds my hot, weeping erection. She pulls her mouth from mine, her eyes blazing with fire, and wiggles into a better position. A hand slips beneath my shirt, and desire rushes along my cock as she scratches my beaded nipples with her nails.

"You have to stay still, Brad." She smirks at abbreviating my name, but it makes me wince.