Since we seemed to have established a theme, when he had caught his breath and some blood had returned to his brain, he decided to devote concerted efforts to seeing if he could give me a happy ending just by paying my breasts a great deal of oral and manual attention. The answer, incidentally, was that he could. He found the effort so much fun that he was ready to go for round two afterward, and we explored a couple of different positions that allowed him easy access to his toys. This little Sex in the City party went on for a couple of hours, until we had tired each other out to the point of exhaustion. Have I mentioned that Braden and I had a very good sex life?
It kept getting better and better too. We had learned a lot more about how and where each other liked to be touched which was one of the big perks to familiarity. I found that getting him all worked up was about the most empowering, flat-out most arousing thing I had ever experienced. I loved how his eyes got darker when he wanted me. I loved the look on his face when he slid inside me. I loved the hot sexy things he said to me when our bodies were moving together, and I loved the way that he groaned and said my name when he came. I also loved how afterward, we always laid in bed snuggled up and talking.
“I’m sorry that we didn’t get to do all that fun stuff we had planned,” I said.
“I had a great time. Given, I would have preferred that you hadn’t gotten a harassing letter, and we didn’t have to speak to the police and the FBI for a couple of hours, but the rest of the time was fun.”
“I’m just not all that worried, Braden. I do think it is just somebody harassing me. I know it’s weird that I got this letter in New York, but we’re only an hour and a half from Philly. It’s not like an arduous journey to get here, you know? And maybe they were just afraid somebody in Philly would recognize them or that it would be traced back to them somehow.”
“Yeah, I thought of that too. Hopefully, it’s just an isolated incident, but I would feel better if you would spend a couple nights during the week at my place and let come home with you some nights too.”
“I’m fine with getting to sleep with you more often.”
“Maybe I should cancel the Pittsburgh trip.” I immediately got nervous, but I forced myself to relax. I needed him out of town.
“You have to go, Braden. It’s important. Jess will be with me and Cam is around too.”
“Then I’m going to ask Mark to hang out with you too. There’s safety in numbers.” Great. I knew that when Braden made up his mind, he made up his mind. I had a feeling that we might be gaining a new team member and that I might have to steal Mark’s cell phone so that he wouldn’t be on it calling Braden within seconds of hearing my plan.
“You should come to game night tomorrow and stay over at my place.”
“Okay. You know, I think that I’m really starting to understand the complexities of baseball. There’s more to it than one would think. Are you laughing?”
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
The next morning I was able to convince my parents that it was probably safe to leave the house. We went out for breakfast and a walk in the park, although they made a big deal about staying “on the paths” (like I was planning to go for a jaunt through the woods.) I was very happy that at least we got to do something nice. At noon Braden and I got ready to leave. We hugged my parents and they promised to visit Philly soon. Then my dad reminded Braden of his promise to buy me a dog. Inner-Gabrielle beat her head against the wall a few times.
We were back in Philly by three and he said he would come over at six-thirty to get me because, God forbid I walk two blocks in daylight by myself. I walked into my apartment to find both Jess and Cameron waiting for me.
“So, you’re not going to believe this,” I said.
“You have a “you’re not going to believe this” too?” she asked.
“Yeah. I got another note when I was in New York, with the same handwriting. It pretty much said the same thing as the first one.”
“In New York?” Cam asked, sounding surprised. “How did anybody know you were even there?”
“Either they followed us or they heard it somewhere.”
“Did your parents and Braden find out this time?” Cam asked.
“Yes, and it has been duly reported to the NYPD and the FBI.”
“The FBI?” Jess asked, sounding understandably surprised.
“Crossing state lines.”
“Okay.” She didn’t look convinced. I didn’t blame her.
“And a senator’s son called them.”
“So they know about the first one now too?” Cam asked.