I instantly closed my eyes and breathed as he invaded my body filling me with such a glorious finality. I opened my eyes just as I knew he felt the resistance my body gave him.
He stopped moving and looked down at me. “Ana,” he said softly.
I tried to close my eyes tighter, fighting back the tears that I knew were forming. I shook my head and said, albeit softly, “Please don’t stop, Bradley… Please…”
He caressed my face and kissed me. This kiss was soft, sensual and amazing. He pledged to me, just inches above my lips, “I’ll be gentle, Ana… I’ll be gentle.”
The moment I felt him breakthrough, I cried out and sat up…
And suddenly I was back in my bathtub, water cold with my hand in between my legs. My breathing was erratic, to say the least, and shit if the throbbing between my legs didn’t intensify. I closed my eyes used one hand to pinch my nipple and the other to bring me to a pleasure that couldn’t compare to what he used to do to me.
I came hard and fast, and despite the water I was in, I was soaked from the inside, burning with the desire to get lost in Braddock Mills.
I took my wine bottle to the head again.
Yes, this shit fucking sucks.
I washed, got out of the tub, got dressed and went out hoping I could get my life back sooner rather than later. I needed to get laid and I needed one person to bring me to the brink of torture like only he could.
Chapter 3 – Bradley
She was avoiding me. I felt it. Something told me I needed to take this as a sign and leave her be, but despite my education, it seemed I was not too bright in the common sense department. I guess that half of my brain wasn’t functioning properly. Actually, it never does when it comes to her.
Three days had passed, and I hadn’t been able to take my mind off her. It’s crazy, but all I’ve thought about was her smile, the way she’d laugh. I’ve wondered if she still felt and tasted as good as I remembered.
I knew this wasn’t right. But, shit, I hadn’t felt a woman under me in a long time. I work crazy hours and when I get home all I do is crash. However, before I do that, I want to soak myself in my woman’s heat and get lost for just a moment.
On the rare chance Nora was around when I got home, it seemed she wanted to fill our time with wedding shit. Sometimes, all I wanted to do was screw her senseless. I don’t want you to think that I’m a heartless SOB, but sometimes screwing her senseless was higher on the agenda than the damn wedding. Please don’t think, however, that I didn’t communicate this to her; she just didn’t see things my way. There was one night in particular that I remember. I had lost two patients on the same shift. They were very sick, and their chances of surviving surgery were slim, but the families wanted to try, so we did. It’s messed up when we lose, and I just wanted to come home to her. She didn’t get it though, and, to be truly honest with myself, she was never truly did. I mean, she motivated me through my residency to never give up, I have no problem admitting that. She made sure I was left alone when I needed to study or sleep, but if I really just needed her, she couldn’t give me what I needed.
The only woman that was able to soothe me like that was the very one that was avoiding me now.
I didn’t realize how much I missed Ayana until she wrapped her body around mine the other day. It was something that she used to do the moment she saw me. We could have gone weeks without seeing each other or hours, and she would still leap into my arms. I grew to expect it.
Yet, seeing her so troubled had me on edge.
Again, common sense is a fleeting concept with me right now. I should’ve learned from my mistakes but, apparently, I didn’t. As it seems, I was a glutton for punishment as I made my way to McGinley’s in search for more heartache.
When I walked inside, I pulled my baseball cap further down on my head. I looked around the place and found it was packed. It seems Ice had been doing all right over the years.
I made my way to the bar and ordered a beer. I didn’t have a plan for when I saw her. Hell, I didn’t even know how long I would actually wait for her. For all I knew, she wasn’t even there, or if she was there earlier and left for the night. I wanted to ask the bartender, but I hesitated. If he told her I was there, she could tell this guy anything, and I would never know. No, I needed this to be a surprise, and, after my second beer, she emerged from the back of the bar with company. It was the same guy I had seen there the other day.
He looked around the bar, and I moved my eyes from him, trying to blend in my surroundings. He looked at me hard a few days ago as if he was memorizing what I looked like. I didn’t like it and Lock went out of his mind. He was ready to take the guy to the station and interrogate him, claiming to me, “He looks like fucking trouble.”