Page 13 of Strong Coffee (Coffee Beans & Love #1)

TWELVE

Camden

Brady was going back and forth with whatever it was going on between us and it pissed me off.

If it was anyone else, I would have been done with them already but there was something about him that pulled me in.

He tugged at a spot inside of me that had never been reached before.

Even with my ex-wife, that part of me was completely closed off.

But much to my surprise, she actually knew me way better than I ever knew myself.

And I would always be thankful for that.

While Brady and I sipped our drinks we listened to the live music, but we didn’t talk again.

I would show him that what was going on between us was fun and exciting.

We didn’t need to put a label on it. If he wanted to end things between us after this weekend, I wouldn’t be okay with it, but I wouldn’t pressure him into doing anything he didn’t want to do.

I was getting too old for games. But at the same time, I didn’t want this to end either.

I was confused as much as he was, but I was also more honest than him.

The server suddenly came over with another round of drinks, pulling me from my thoughts. I looked at Brady. He only shrugged.

“We didn’t order these,” he told her.

“It’s a present from Shane.” She nodded in the direction of the bar.

A guy looked over at us as he was mixing a drink in a martini shaker. He nodded once. Brady did the same. I could only assume this guy was Shane.

“Thank you, Jasmine.” Brady placed the new beer in front of me and took a sip of his fresh one.

When we were alone, I leaned over, placing my hand back on Brady’s inner thigh. His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down.

Letting my lips brush along his ear, I inched my fingers higher up his thigh. I wasn’t sure what I was doing. It was like my body had completely taken over all rational thought.

“Is that Shane?” I asked Brady, keeping my mouth pressed against his ear. I knew it was him, but I wanted Brady to say it.

“Yes.”

“Think he’s jealous?” I didn’t care either way because I knew that Brady was coming home with me.

“I don’t know.” Brady swallowed hard.

I appreciated his honesty.

“What do you think he would do if...” I didn’t finish my sentence on purpose and moved my mouth down the length of his throat .

I could feel his pulse against my lips, the beating of his heart in tune with my own. “What do you think he’d do if I threw you down on this table and began fucking you? Think he’d watch?”

Brady swallowed hard. “I don’t think the other people in this place would appreciate that.”

“You didn’t answer my question.”

He looked at me then, his mouth mere inches from mine. “I don’t know if he would enjoy watching because I don’t know that part of him. He never let me in, which is one of the reasons why we never worked.”

I searched his face. For a sign that he was lying?

That he was trying to play games with me?

I wasn’t sure but I knew that I needed to take this a little further.

I needed to know what Brady liked and didn’t like.

I needed to know him , if it was the last damn thing I ever did.

I would learn everything I could about this man who had invaded my life in such a short amount of time.

“Would you like that, Brady? Would you like being watched?” My hand slid farther up his inner thigh.

“What are you doing, Cam?” Brady asked, his voice rough.

“I’m seeing how far I can push you because I want to find out what you like.”

He stared at me. “Really?”

Pulling away from him, I sat back in my seat and crossed my arms over my chest. “Why not?”

“Isn’t this just...” He looked around him before leaning toward me. “Sex?” he added with a whisper.

I rolled my eyes. “We wanted to see where this goes, remember? Or are you changing your mind on me already?”

Brady searched my face. I wasn’t sure what he was looking for but whatever it was, he wouldn’t find it because I did want to see where this went. I wanted to spend as much time with him as I could. I needed to get to know him better and I sure as hell wanted to build a relationship with him.

“Okay,” he finally said. “I do remember. Just double-checking that you remember.”

“Of course, I fucking remember.” I stood from my chair.

“I’m going to the bathroom. I think you should join me.

” Before he could say anything, I left and made my way to the back of the café.

It didn’t matter that he was part owner of this establishment.

It didn’t matter that people he knew, his best friends, were there.

What mattered at the moment was him and me.

Once I entered the bathroom, I waited. A part of me wasn’t sure if Brady would actually follow me.

Another part hoped he would because that sadistic side of me wanted Shane to walk in on us.

Or at the very least, walk by the bathroom door and hear Brady making sounds that were only ever meant for me.

“What the hell are we doing?”

I smirked, turning to find Brady standing at the open door.

Instead of answering, I stomped up to him, grabbed the collar of his shirt, and pulled him against me.

He gasped, his eyes darkening.

“What we are doing, is having a little fun.” Slamming him up against the nearest wall, I shoved my hips against his. “What do you think your little Shane would do if he walked in right now?”

“He probably wouldn’t say anything and just turn back around and walk out.”

“Really?” Lowering my mouth to Brady’s jaw, I nipped at the skin. “How come? It isn’t fun if he doesn’t at least say something.”

“He hasn’t said a whole lot to me lately.” Brady leaned his head to the right, giving me better access to his throat .

“Well...” Reaching between us, I lowered the zipper of his jeans and reached my hand inside. “Let’s test your theory.”

Brady’s cock was hot and heavy in my hand.

His moans filled my ears as I slowly pumped my hand up and down a part of him that I was quickly becoming obsessed with.

He thrust his hips forward and back. While I wanted to fall deep inside of him, this was hot as hell.

Watching him become unraveled. Watching his eyes flick to the closed door beside him every so often, waiting for someone to come in and catch us.

I wasn’t usually the possessive type. Not until I met Brady it seemed.

But I found that I wanted Shane to walk in on us. I wanted him to see that Brady had moved on.

“Cam,” Brady groaned my name, pulling me from my thoughts.

“You like fucking my hand, baby?” I whispered in his ear.

A low rumble left his chest. In a quick move, he had his hand around my throat.

My eyes widened at the sudden change in him.

Brady spun us around, shoving me up against the wall. “I’m not normally the dominant type,” he mumbled, licking up the side of my throat. “But it seems that you’re changing things in me. I’m not sure how I feel about that either.”

I swallowed hard, keeping hold of his dick. Pinching the tip, I tugged him closer.

“ Fuck .” He looked down, watching my hands move up and down the length of him. “I’ve never felt something as good as you. Even my own hands don’t make me this…”

My stomach flipped. “What?”

When his gaze met mine, a wicked grin spread on his face. “Unraveled. ”

I grinned, squeezing him and forcing his eyes to roll into the back of his head.

“That…fuck me, that feels good.” Brady closed that final space between us and lowered the zipper to my pants. He slipped his hands into them and cupped my ass, pulling me closer. “I never fucked Shane,” he blurted.

“Oh? Saving that for me?” I was usually the dominant one and always topped my partners but if he wanted to try topping me, I would let him. I was fine with whatever he decided.

His fingers moved to the spot between my ass cheeks, lightly grazing over that tight little rim.

A shiver trembled through me.

“I want to experience it all, Cam,” he whispered, something flashing in his eyes.

“Then I suggest you work for it.” Before he could ask me what I meant by that, I cupped the back of his neck and crushed my mouth to his. Shoving my tongue between his lips, I sucked and pulled those sexy little noises from the back of his throat.

Brady dug his fingers into the cheeks of my ass, pulling me closer but it wasn’t enough. It would never be enough.

“I really need to get you into a bed,” I whispered, sinking my teeth into his jaw.

“I really need you inside me.” Brady’s chest rose and fell.

Not wanting to wait anymore, I pushed him back. We stumbled into a stall. Hands roamed. Tongues clashed.

Spinning him around, I ripped his jeans down and over his ass. Pulling my cock free from my pants, I spat into my palm, lubing up the thick shaft.

“Stick your ass out.” That was the only warning I gave Brady before I shoved every inch of me into him. He shouted out and I was sure that if anyone walked by the bathroom, they would have heard him. But at this point, I didn’t overly give a fuck.

Digging my fingers into his hips, I slammed into him. I had a moment of clarity where I realized that I didn’t use a condom but it was a little too late for that.

“Fuck, baby.” I groaned. “I forgot a condom.”

“I’m clean,” he whined. “Just please don’t stop.”

“I can grab one,” I told him, wanting to reassure him that I would do everything I could to make him comfortable.

“No.” Brady panted. “I need to feel you.”

My dick swelled even more at his words. “Thank fuck for that.”

Pushing into him as far as his body would allow, I wrapped my hand around his throat. In short rough moves, I thrust up and up into his tight as hell body.

“You like my big dick filling this tight little hole, don’t you?” I sunk my teeth into the side of his throat, forcing a yelp from his lips. It was going to leave a mark. I hoped Shane saw it.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Brady chanted.

“I want you to come all over this floor.” I reached around him and pulled at his dick. “I want Shane to walk in and see your cream everywhere.”

“Geezus.” Brady shivered.

Before I could say anymore, the door to the bathroom opened.

“Brady, are you in here?” came a deep voice.

Brady stiffened.

I grinned, covering his mouth with my hand.

“Brady’s a little busy,” I told whoever it was.

“Oh...” A throat cleared. “Well...”

“Is that Shane?” I whispered in Brady’s ear.

He nodded.

A shiver rippled down my spine. “Good.”