While Braden petted Bruno, I petted Braden, running my fingers up and down the hard muscles of his inner thigh. Bruno was blocking what I was doing from sight, and I could sense that Braden was enjoying it, so I teased him a little by moving a bit higher periodically as we watched the game. At the time I didn’t realize how much he was enjoying it.
“So how was Pittsburgh?” Jessica asked during a commercial break. Braden and Adam had just returned from a conference there the night before.
“First night was just introductory stuff and a cocktail party,” Adam said. “The keynote speech was okay. The party was pretty good although Braden wanted to leave early because he missed Gabrielle.”
“Oh, poor Braden,” Mark teased. “What had it been? A whole ten hours?” Adam and Cameron laughed. Braden just glared.
“The next day,” Adam continued, “we did our presentation, went to a couple other presentations, and then Braden wanted to leave early because, you guessed it, he missed Gabrielle. Apparently he can’t survive outside of her for more than a day.”
“We had done all the important stuff!” Braden argued. “The third day was just more bullshit. I didn’t want to go to any more lunches or dinners. I can eat here.”
“One month!” Mark laughed. “Jesus, Braden, you went down like the f**king Titanic, man! Dating for four weeks and you can’t make it two whole days without her.”
“Six weeks,” Braden corrected. “I don’t dick around when I know what I want, and I want to be with her.” Braden and I smiled at each other stupidly for a minute.
“I guess you don’t!” Cam muttered with a laugh. “I have to admit I kind of admire that.”
The game came back on and we watched another inning. My fingers brushed up against Braden’s boy parts a little more and I realized that it wasn’t just his muscles that were hard. I had gotten him excited right here in the middle of Game Night! Something about that felt very sexy and I liked having the power to do that to him. At the next commercial break Adam picked up the conversation again.
“Do you think your parents are going to be okay with you getting engaged so quickly?” he asked Braden.
“My dad proposed to my mom after six weeks and they’ve been happily married for thirty years. He said that he just knew and he didn’t want to waste his time.”
“What about your parents, Gab?” Jess chimed in. “Your dad’s pretty protective; do you think he’ll be okay with it?”
“You’re kidding me, right? My father’s biggest fear is that I’ll die alone with a bunch of cats.” Bruno yipped. “He’ll probably ask Braden what took him so long. Incidentally, he’s definitely a guy who doesn’t dick around when he knows what he wants. That’s why he’s a CEO.” My fingers traveled up again and rubbed a little harder.
“Gabrielle, can you help me in the kitchen? Excuse us for a minute,” Braden said, sounding a little hoarse. He got up, put our yippy dog down, and took my hand, gently pushing me in front of him off into the other room. Bruno trotted along after us. The layout of Braden’s apartment was very open but there was a wall that obscured part of the kitchen from those in the TV area.
“What’s up?” I teased. He backed me up against a black granite counter, out of view.
“I think you know the answer to that. You’re driving me crazy. I can’t wait until tonight,” he said in a low voice. “I need it now.” Uh oh. I had gotten him a bit more excited than I realized. As much as that turned me on, he couldn’t be serious, could he? I looked at him carefully. He looked flushed, he was breathing quickly and his eyes were dilated. He could be serious.
“What do mean you need it now?”
“Sex. I need sex. I’ve moved beyond amorous and now I’m into really horny. Stage three is physical discomfort and mental anguish. Just letting you know.” His eyes dropped to my lips.
“I knew what you meant but we have company!” I whispered back. He was stunningly sexy-looking when he was aroused like this, and I headed for stage two with a bullet myself, but come on, during Game Night? I just thought I was building anticipation for tonight when they all went home and we were alone.
“Just a quickie to tide me over until later.” He ran his hands over my hips. Oh, that felt nice. While my brain was still saying, “sex isn’t a spectator sport,” my cha-cha was starting to come around to his point of view. My brain was still ahead though. At least for the moment.
“Braden, you don’t do quickies.” My eyes went to his lips and I started to feel flushed.
“We got off together in ten minutes in an interview room at the courthouse once.”
“That was different. There was a whole other level of pressure involved there. And there are logistical problems. We would have to walk past them to get to the bedroom.” I knew that if Braden and I just strolled off toward the bedroom together it wouldn’t be really difficult to figure out where we going. That could be kind of awkward when one had guests.
“We’ll say we’re going to the bathroom.”
“Together?”
“So we’ll say we’re going to have sex and we’ll be right back. Honesty is the best policy anyway.” He obviously knew he was going to have to work harder to convince me, so he upped his game and leaned in to start kissing his way up my neck. His lips felt so good against my skin. He gently nipped me with his teeth and a bolt of heat shot straight to my lady bits, which were now firmly on his side.
“It’s rude to have sex while you’re entertaining,” I said throatily. I was sinking fast and we both knew it. He was going to have me down on the kitchen floor in another minute.
“Mm hm?” I guess that was the best he could do with his tongue in my ear.
“Oh God. Okay, but give Bruno a treat first because he’s making me nervous.” We both looked over at our Chihuahua who was sitting happily watching us, panting and wagging his tail. Braden quickly grabbed a doggie bacon strip out of a cupboard above my head and leaned down to give it to Bruno, who ran off with his prize, as was another one of his habits.
“Now where was I?” Braden muttered, going back to business. “Business” being introducing my earlobe to oral play that was usually reserved for my lower regions.
“Ahh!” I whimpered quietly. “I hope you have a permit for that tongue.” I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled his mouth to mine. The tongue in question began tracing delicious little circles on the roof of my mouth and I made a contented sound and arched my back to press my chest tightly against him. I wanted to haul him to the floor with me and have my wicked way with him. So much for good manners. Emily Post would be so disappointed.