“Your cock…I need your cock in me,” I answer him breathlessly and a smile consumes his face.

“It’s ready, come and get it,” he instructs, leaning back in the chair. I pull down his pajama pants and expose his erect hardness while he slides my boxers to the side. When I climb entirely on top of him, letting him fill me, I gasp from the pleasure. “Shit, you feel good.”

Brady pushes me back a little, while I move up and down over him. He plays with my breasts, thumbing my already taut nipples. Moving his hands to my face, he inserts a finger in my mouth and I automatically suck it in response.

“Fuck me, Brady!” I scream and he brings his hips up to meet mine. As I go down, he comes up. We are in perfect harmony with each other. I can’t hold the ecstasy back anymore; it is right on the edge, teeter-tottering back and forth.

“I love fucking you, baby,” he shouts through erratic breathing. With that, I fall into rapture and grip his shoulders while he slows his movements into gentle circles, enabling me to enjoy the thrilling waves of pleasure.

“Now, it’s your turn. I want to see you come,” I whisper to him and he starts going faster again, guiding my hips up and down, harder and harder, before he stills inside of me and his head falls on my shoulder.

“Shit that was hot, baby.” Brady hugs me to him, kissing my neck.

“I’d say it was,” a deep voice calls out in the doorway and I freeze while Brady pulls me closer to him, trying to shield me from Rob.

“Get the fuck out, Robbie,” Brady yells and throws a spoon at him.

“I’m going,” he says, backing away from the door. “I think I have to get Jessa or solve this problem on my own,” he mumbles to himself, walking upstairs.

I anxiously get up and throw my shirt over my head, tossing Brady his. I imagine my face is beet red from the heat I feel across my cheeks.

“Just think. If you move in, I could always kick him out.” Brady pulls me into his chest.

“How could you kick him out?” I ask. I believe I already know the answer, but I want Brady to tell me.

“Shit…,” he says, shaking his head, obviously upset with himself. “Sit down, Sadie,” he requests.

I take the chair across from him and Brady brings my coffee to me. He tells me that it’s his house, the house he grew up in. His dad left to live somewhere else and gave him the house, free and clear, no mortgage. He only charges the guys the bare minimum to pay for utilities and a cleaning lady…mystery solved. When I ask him why he kept it from me, he admits he was worried I wouldn’t like him for him but rather what he owned. Jessa knows because Rob told her and he wishes it wouldn’t have been like that, but he didn’t know what to do. As much as it hurts thinking that Brady thought I could have been a materialistic bitch, at the same time, I understand why he was scared. A few years ago, that’s exactly what I was.

After he reveals the truth regarding the house, Brady appears happier, as though a burden is lifted off his shoulders. Unfortunately, it brings about a whole new set of questions. I need to know more about Brady’s parents. Brady says his dad is around, but I never see him and he never talks about him. From what I understood from the conversation with my dad, he retired last year after being the dean of contemporary music. I desperately want to google him, but I’m torn between waiting for Brady to tell me and finding out on my own.

Chapter 22

My mom has called a couple dozen times today. I still haven’t picked up; I don’t even want to mend this fight. After Brady dropped me off last night, I told Jessa the whole sordid story. All she said was ‘Fuck him. I know he’s your dad, Sadie, but what a jackass.’ I couldn’t agree with her more. Then she took me to the cafeteria and we gorged on junk food.

I have already been to the financial aid office this morning, where I was informed that I don’t qualify because of my parents’ income. They told me that a student loan would be the best way, handing me a pamphlet with some names and numbers. After calling a few numbers, I found out that it will be virtually impossible to have the paperwork done since I only have less than two months before second semester starts. I’m probably going to have to take my final semester off, and maybe everything will be handled by the summer. Then I can graduate next winter.

I look at my watch and notice I’m running late to meet Brady. He wants to go with me to spin class. I think he’s just worried about me. When he dropped me off last night, he begged me for ten minutes to pack my bags and come home with him. I insisted that I have to do this on my own. I refuse to go from my dad to Brady.

Swinging my bag over my shoulder, I leave the dorm, practically running to the rec center. When I reach the hill, Vodka Vince is sitting on his usual bench.

“Hiya, Sadie,” he says.

“Hi Vince, how are you today?” I ask, trying to sound unrushed.

“Seen Grant lately?” he questions. Now that he mentions it, I haven’t. Ever since Brady and I got serious, I haven’t gone up to the sixth floor or seen him anywhere else.

“No, I haven’t,” I admit.

“Because of your boyfriend?” For the first time, Vince stares right at me. Something seems different about him today.

“I guess. I spend a lot of time with him,” I say, shrugging.

“Do you love your boyfriend?” Why is he asking me such personal questions?

“Yes,” I honestly answer.

“That’s good.” He smiles. “Well, I see you’re on your way somewhere, get to it.” He motions with his hand to continue down the sidewalk.

“It was nice talking with you, Vince. Take care,” I say, breaking out into a full sprint to get to the rec center on time.

I get to the doors of the building and run right into Brady’s chest. “I was getting worried,” he says, catching me by both arms.

“Sorry…I got held up,” I respond, trying to catch my breath.

“It’s almost starting, let’s go.” I’m happy he doesn’t ask me for more details about my tardiness. I know how he feels about Vince.

We enter the room and the instructor is already there. I’m thankful it isn’t Chad again, but am disappointed that it’s some girl in tight, spandex biker shorts and a small sports bra. She has a spectacular body, all tanned and toned. I notice her eyes following Brady from the door to our bikes. It isn’t the first time I have seen that look from the female population when it comes to my boyfriend. Can I really be offended? They have good taste.

I help Brady set up his bike and he admires me as I’m bent over by making sly comments about my ass. I playfully push him back and he exaggerates losing his footing. We get on our bikes and he starts to change the gears, and I have a feeling this is not his first spin class.

“Brady Carsen!” I quietly chastise him.

“What?” He looks at me sheepishly, knowing he just got caught. “It was too enjoyable, watching you bend over and press your ass against me,” he jokes.

“I thought I heard your annoying laugh,” a female says, stopping beside his bike.

“Maura!” Brady announces, obviously surprised to see her.

“Why on earth are you taking this class? Shouldn’t you be running on the hamster wheel or something?” she teases him and when she finally comes into view, I’m surprised to see who it is.

“I’m here with my girlfriend,” he tells her and leans back on his bike, revealing me.

“Sadie?” she asks, and I have never been so happy to hear my name.

“Well obviously, Maura,” he says, sounding annoyed.

“Sadie.” He looks over at me. “This is my sister, Maura,” he introduces. “Maura, this is Sadie, my girlfriend,” he finishes the introductions.

“Shut up! You’re his girlfriend?” she screeches.

“Yes,” I answer, just as shocked.

“Maura, what the f…?” Brady questions her tone.

“Oh, stop worrying so much. I met her last week at a class. Well, I technically didn’t meet her but we chatted.