Page 54 of Mad Rivals (The Bradley Legacy #1)

Secrets

I came here today to win her back. Does not having her answer scare me? Fuck yeah it does.

But so much of life is fearfully walking through it, totally unsure of what could be waiting on the other side.

If we let the fear win, well, that’s not really living life at all.

And so I’ll live for her, sure of us even if she’s not, ready to give her whatever she needs to prove to her that this is the future we both deserve.

“When I said fifty-one and forty-nine, I was kind of just testing you,” she says.

I glance over at her with a laugh. “I know. But honestly, if that’s what it takes to prove to you that I’m in this, then I’ll agree to it.”

She presses her lips together.

“We don’t need to decide anything tonight, Kennedy. But I do need to get home. I have to be at the training facility in the morning by six. We’re here in town this week, but next week we’ll head to SDSU for camp with the rest of the team. Will you come back to my place with me tonight?”

She nods. “Of course. ”

She packs a quick overnight bag and follows me in her car to my place. I decide to check in with Dex on my way home, and his voice comes through the Bluetooth speaker in my car a moment later.

“Mad Brad,” he answers. “Don’t you have camp tomorrow?”

“Yeah, but I figured I could check on my little brother first.”

He laughs at the technicality. He’s my younger brother, sure, by two years—a far cry from our youngest brother, Liam, who’s nine years younger than me.

“Did you get everything ironed out with your situation?” I ask. I realize now he never really told me much about what was going on. Or maybe I didn’t ask. I was a little busy with Kennedy at the time as we started building the foundation that carried us to where we are now.

“No, actually. I, uh…I recently got some news, and I’m not really sure what to do with it. Actually, a couple pieces of news.”

“I take it you were planning to pick up the phone and call your older brother?” I ask.

“I called Ev instead,” he says.

“Did you want to talk about whatever it is?” I ask.

“No,” he says vaguely. “What about you? Anything new?”

Aside from the fact that I discovered our father’s illegal underground casinos, signed the paperwork to become Bradley Group’s CEO, and proposed marriage to a woman? “Yeah. Life’s been a little crazy lately.”

“When isn’t it?”

Ain’t that the damn truth?

As if the gods can tell I’m holding back some news, I swear I hear a baby cry in the background.

“I gotta go,” he says, and he hangs up without so much as a goodbye.

So Dex has some news, he talked to Everleigh about it, and there may or may not be something wherever he was that makes the same sounds as a baby crying?

What the hell is going on ?

I guess we’re all keeping some secrets, and like most secrets, the only thing that will reveal them is time. Now that I’m wondering what Dex is hiding, I can’t help but wonder when the rest of the family’s secrets will come out.

And I also can’t help but wonder what any of it will mean for the Bradley legacy.

We get back to my place, and I just finished packing my clothes as she watched from my bed when I head into the bathroom to pack up my toiletries.

She follows me in, and I’m suddenly voracious for her.

It’s been far too long without her.

I pull her into my arms and press my lips to hers.

We immediately fall back into each other.

She sinks into me and kisses me with the hunger I knew was there after being apart for a month, the same hunger I feel after having been away from her.

Our tongues tangle languidly and luxuriously, and the need to be inside her roars over me.

I pull back. “Take off your pants and bend over the sink.”

She looks up at me with this demure, sweet look in her eyes that is hiding the depth of need we both feel. And in a split second, she scrambles to do what I just demanded.

Her ass is up in the air for me a moment later, and I stare at the creamy skin first before running my palm along it. I give her a little smack, and a small gasp escapes her.

“Do you want me to wear a condom?” I ask.

“I got on the pill,” she admits.

Oh, fuck yes.

Our timeline is short, so rather than take my time the way I want to, I reach down and sink two fingers into her wet pussy. I’m met with a throaty moan that tells me to keep going, so I pull back and push in again, fingering her first to make sure she’s ready for my cock.

“Fuck, you’re so wet for me,” I murmur. She responds with a moan, and I slip my fingers out and rub her clit.

I want her tits in my mouth, but it’s going to have to wait.

Instead, I slide the zipper of my jeans down, pop the button, and pull my cock out.

It’s hard and heavy, ready for her, and I pump my fist along it a few times.

I’ve been inside her bare exactly the one time, and I pulled out that time.

This time, I won’t. This time, I’ll feed her greedy pussy every last drop I have.

I use my cock to tease her clit as she widens her legs for me, and then I slide right into her. Her cunt clings onto my cock immediately, holding me in a tight, hot vise. She’s eager as she shifts her hips back toward me, and I’m eager, too—so eager that if I move too quickly, it’ll all be over.

Instead, I pump slow, long strokes into her, watching her in the mirror as she claws at the countertop, bites her lip, and squeezes her eyes shut.

She’s moaning as she gives into the pleasure between us, and I’m growling and grunting too as I try to hold onto my release even though just a dip into her for a few seconds feels like enough to make me come.

It’s futile to try to make it last. It’s too goddamn good. “Eyes on me,” I demand, and her eyes fly open to meet mine in the mirror. I watch as her gaze clouds over with lust, and that’s it. Her one single look is enough to send me over the edge into bliss.

“Fuck, Ken. I’m about to come. Do it with me.”

She squeaks out a moan, and I let out a mighty roar as I tip my neck back, my eyes still down on hers in the mirror as I start to spill into her.

Her pussy contracts around me, and she cries out, “Yes! Oh God, Madden, yes!”

My eyes are on her in the mirror as I watch her fall apart because of what I’m doing to her.

My memory flashes me back to the first time I fucked her in a bathroom at a charity event, when I got to watch her fall apart in a mirror similar to how I’m watching her right now.

How very far we’ve come since that moment when we sort of hated each other but could no longer fight against the carnal attraction we shared.

I know now that it wasn’t just carnal. It was the way our souls seemed to engage with one another before we ever had a chance to fight against it.

And now, months later, I’m coming inside her for the first time, and it feels quite unlike anything I’ve experienced before.

I pull out of her once both our bodies have calmed, and I immediately reach down to catch my cum as gravity does its thing and it starts to leak out of her cunt.

I trace it around her clit, and there’s something so goddamn hot about it all.

Eventually I remove my hand and offer her a tissue to clean up as I tuck my cock back into my pants, and I give her a moment of privacy before I use the restroom next.

I finish packing and join her in bed. I wish we had more time. I wish I had an answer.

And I will, eventually. I just need to exercise a little patience.