Page 15 of Strong Coffee (Coffee Beans & Love #1)

FOURTEEN

Camden

I knew Brady was kissing me to make a point.

That didn’t bother me. What bothered me was this new feeling fluttering around in my stomach.

It was intense and something I had never felt before.

Not with Beverly. Not with any of the previous people I had been with.

Was I falling for him? Wasn’t it too soon?

There was no handbook on this sort of thing, and I wished there was.

Much to my dismay, Brady pulled away. He threw some money on the table, taking a step away from me. “We have to go.”

While I enjoyed watching him become unraveled, the sadistic part of me wanted to make Brady wait. I wanted him to beg. I wanted him on his motherfucking knees with a greedy need for me.

Not following him, instead I sat there with my arms crossed and looked up at him.

Brady’s cheeks were a nice shade of red. His chest rose and fell with ragged breaths. His mouth was set in a grim line. He was fucking hungry for me, and I had to admit, I rather enjoyed this side of him. This desperate side. A side that I hadn’t seen yet.

While I didn’t know much about the guy, just that he highly respected his friends and didn’t want to do anything to jeopardize his friendship with Shane, I knew that he wouldn’t want to make a scene.

As much as I enjoyed the mere idea of bending him over the table and taking out all of the frustration I felt for years on his lithe body, I didn’t.

This was his place of work. I had to respect that.

So I would take him home and use him in a way neither of us were ready for.

I wanted him to beg. To demand for me to fuck him.

To plead for me to do to him whatever it was that I wanted.

But he didn’t. While his eyes said what his mouth couldn’t, it wasn’t enough for me.

By the end of the night, Brady would tell me exactly what it was he wanted me to do.

Whether it be to fuck him or to suck his cock or something different entirely. He would tell me.

Finally giving in, I rose to my feet and took a step toward Brady.

His mouth parted, his cheeks turning even darker. Before he said anything, he spun on his heel and quickly made his way out of the café.

I followed but as I neared the door to leave, the hairs on the back of my neck tingled. Glancing behind me over my shoulder, I saw Shane staring my way. I lifted my chin, giving him a nod .

Much to my surprise, he did the same. I almost expected him to jump over the bar and tackle me to the ground. I imagined him kicking the shit out of me, so when none of that happened, I wondered if maybe Brady finally told him that it was over for good.

Clearing my throat, I popped the collar of my jacket and joined Brady outside.

He was pacing, rubbing his hand over his nape.

“Brady,” I said gently, not wanting to spook him.

He stopped, spinning on me. “I need you.”

“Really.” It wasn’t a question, but he nodded anyway. “Tell me why.”

Brady looked around him, waiting for a couple to pass us before he continued, “I like the way you make me feel. I like the fact that we haven’t known each other for years and that we only just met.

” He took a deep breath. “I like how exciting this feels. It’s as if you’re willing to do anything. ..anywhere. You’re not selfish...I...”

“Was Shane selfish with you?” I asked, taking a step toward him.

“Not selfish exactly but he was comfortable. We know each other too well and I think that was our downfall.”

“So, if you and I got to know each other better, do you think it wouldn’t do us any good?” I tilted my head, not understanding where he was coming from.

“I think Shane and I knew a long time ago that it wouldn’t work between us. Maybe both of us were selfish.” Brady shoved a hand through his hair. “I’m not making any sense.”

“No.” I closed that final space between us, not taking my eyes off of his.

“I get it. You say Shane wasn’t selfish with you or that’s not really the word you would use to describe it, but I actually think he was.

I think because he didn’t want to let you go, even though you clearly aren’t right for each other, he didn’t want anyone else to have you either. ”

“Maybe.”

Grabbing hold of Brady’s belt, I pulled him toward me. “Am I wrong?”

His jaw clenched. “No. But you’re not exactly right either.”

“You’re stalling.” I chuckled. “Just answer the question, Brady. Does Shane not want you and also not want anyone else to have you either?”

“Maybe.” Brady turned away and began walking in the other direction. “How the hell am I supposed to know what’s going on through his thick skull?”

My body tingled with need for this guy. This guy I had only just met but could bring me to my knees by a mere wink.

Before I could stop myself, I stomped toward him. Grabbing his upper arm, I spun him around and shoved him into a nearby alley.

“What the hell, Cam?”

“Shut.” My hand caught his jaw in a firm grip. “The.” My fingers dug into his cheeks. “Fuck.” I leaned my face close to his, getting in his personal space. “Up.”

His nostrils flared, his eyes darkening.

“That will be the last time you ever walk away from me. Like I told you before, I’m too old for games. You want to yell? Yell. You want to fight? Fight me. You want to fuck? You know exactly what to do. But don’t you dare ever walk away from me again. You understand?”

Brady nodded. “Yes.”

“Good boy.” I released his jaw and lightly tapped his cheek. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want you to fuck me.”

“That’s obvious.” I rolled my eyes for added effect. “Tell me in more detail what you want, Brady. I want your words.”

He took a deep breath and then another. Just when I thought he wouldn’t speak, he gave me a cheeky grin.

He closed the distance between us, grabbing hold of my waist and pushing his pelvis into mine.

“I want you to fuck me. I want to feel every inch of you sliding deeper and deeper into my ass.” His mouth found the side of my throat.

“I want you to do it slowly, painfully, as I memorize every vein, every inch of your thick cock.”

“Fuck me,” I breathed.

“No, Cam.” He bit down, hard. “ You will fuck me .”

The next thing I knew, he had me pressed up against the wall behind me. His pelvis ground against mine, both of our cocks growing and getting ready for each other.

Reaching up, I captured his head between my hands and pulled him toward me to meet the impact of my mouth.

He groaned, pressing me harder up against the brick wall.

Our tongues danced, fighting for that control neither of us had. While I thought I had the upper hand, really, neither of us did.

“Tell me you want all of that,” Brady whispered against my lips.

“Yes.” I nipped and sucked at his tongue, needing him deeper inside of me. I wanted to drown in his pleasure and never come up for air. I could very well fall for this guy. But he had been hurt and his head was a mess over his issues with Shane.

“Stop thinking,” he growled, biting my bottom lip.

I shoved him away from me, my chest rising and falling. “We’re only fucking each other.”

Brady tilted his head, probably wondering what the hell I was getting at.

I gave my body a shake, trying to talk down my erection that was a result of his doing.

“What are you getting at, Cam? ”

I took several deep breaths before answering his question. “You know exactly what I’m getting at. I don’t share. I’m possessive as fuck when it comes to you. I don’t give a shit if we only just started sleeping with each other.”

He grunted. “I don’t think we’ve done much sleeping.”

I chuckled. “Touché.”

“But...” His mouth pulled up into a slow grin. “I agree with you. No fucking anyone else.”

“Aww, baby. Are you wanting to go steady?”

Brady rolled his eyes. “Like you, I don’t share either.”

“Good. Now.” In two short strides, I had him back in my arms. “Let’s go back to my place before we get in trouble for doing something in public that’s against the law.”

Brady’s laughter echoed throughout the alley. It was a sound that I could get used to. I vowed right then and there that I would make him laugh as much as I could.