The Home Court Advantage (6 page)

“And that’s bad why?” I panted.

“The lights are on and we’re standing in front of really big windows.”

“Bedroom!” I grabbed his hand and ran like a track star. I probably could have handled high hurdles too at that moment. Fuck! I probably could have handled the high
jump
!

Bruno followed along eagerly. This was a new version of the humping game and he obviously didn’t want to miss anything. Usually Bruno was banned when Mommy and Daddy were playing full-force in the bedroom but at the moment Mommy and Daddy had more pressing matters on their minds. We set a world speed record for cross-apartment sex-sprint, made it to the bedroom in seconds flat and continued desperately undressing each other. Okay, let’s be honest, Braden ripped my panties off. This wasn’t one of his more tender, gentle moments. It’s a good thing he did, though, or I would have ripped them off myself and I’m not very coordinated. There could have been bloodshed.

“Lay down and spread your legs for me, baby,” he said without preamble.

“That’s so romantic, Braden. Maybe you can have that engraved on my wedding ring.”

“Gabrielle, you’re beautiful; you know that I love you and that I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Now spread those legs for me and show me that sweet pussy, baby,” he said, peeling off his boxers. He stood there in all of his naked glory, looking all naked and glorious. Lord have mercy. I didn’t care how many times I saw it, the sight of Braden Pierce without clothing took my breath away and sent my hoo-hah into a state of emergency. He was quite obviously ready. I was quite obviously willing. I hit the bed flying, and God help me, I showed him that sweet pussy. I would have shown him anything at that moment.

He came over, crawled onto the bed with me, knelt between my legs, and surprised me by grabbing my wrists and pinning them above my head. As he smiled down at me with a truly wicked look, it suddenly dawned on me that he hadn’t forgotten about the petting or the dishes.

“Well, hello, Gabrielle.”

“Hi?” He wasn’t moving.

“Didn’t your mother ever tell you it’s not nice to tease?” he asked seductively.

“Didn’t your mother ever tell you that patience is a virtue?” I shot back.

“I’m not very virtuous,” he purred and I swallowed hard but I held his gaze. “I believe that when we were so rudely interrupted you were ordering me to fuck you.”

“I said please,” I reminded him.

“You did,” he acknowledged. “So polite. My mother was right. You are a good influence on me.” He lowered his hips and rubbed his readiness up against my willingness. I started breathing hard but I swallowed my moan and I still didn’t look away. “You like that, baby? Well maybe you should beg me for some more.” He started to pull back and I quickly wrapped my legs around his hips and held on tight, rubbing up against him deliciously even though he had me pinned down. His smile got bigger. “Naughty girl. Maybe I’ll tie you to the bed and go finish the dishes myself.”

“You’re the one who said, ‘I need it now’ first. Maybe I should make
you
beg
me
.”

“And maybe I should spank you too while I’m at it.” The way that he was looking at me at that point was so hot that I thought I might combust.

“Yeah. Good luck with that,” I taunted. I was pretty cocky for a girl my size pinned under a guy his size. Have I mentioned the muscles? Like lightning he sat back, yanked me across his lap and then that bastard really did spank me! I was shocked! And angry! And incredibly turned on! Oh my God! That was
so
hot!

“Such a saucy mouth,” he said as he slapped my ass kind of hard. Okay, not super hard. But hard
enough
!

“I thought you liked my saucy mouth,” I bit out.

“Oh, believe me. I do,” he said in a low silken voice and slapped the other cheek. “And I think
you
like
this
too.” He slapped me again. “Don’t you, baby?” he said and his palm connected with my ass three more times. Then he caressed my bottom and slipped two fingers between my legs and up inside me. I couldn’t help it, I squirmed and moaned with pleasure. “Oh, you
do
like it, my bad girl. You’re soaking wet and really ready.”

“You just wait, Braden,” I groaned. “I’m going to make you my fuck toy.” He gave a startled laugh and loosened his hold. That was the opportunity I had been waiting for. I pushed myself off his lap and threw my weight against him, pushing him down on his back. In retrospect, I’m pretty sure he let me. He looked incredibly turned on and
amused.
Bastard! I climbed on top of him and straddled him. Then I grabbed his cock, positioned it at my entrance and without any further discussion slid down on it. That was quite a journey with Braden. I felt him fill me up completely and I whimpered with pleasure and threw my head back for a second. Then I looked down at him again and saw that he was flushed and breathing rapidly, gazing back at me with a combination of adoration and naked lust.

“God, I love you,” he said thickly.

“Who’s on top
now,
Braden?” I gasped. Some of those words were probably even understandable. And then I started moving up and down, sliding him in and out of me, getting faster and faster until I was riding him like I was going for the Triple Crown. Soon, I was slamming down against him so hard I could feel his balls hitting up against my bottom; my boobs were bouncing like crazy and I was crying out with pleasure, all of which I’m sure made Braden quite happy. He definitely looked happy. In fact, he looked positively euphoric.

“That’s it, baby. Teach me a lesson,” he ground out. “Oh yeah! Like that!
Fuck
me! Fuck me
hard
, Gabrielle!” His voice was strangled and he was groaning loudly as I bounced up and down, frantically grinding my clit up against him. In between my cries and moans and screams I tried to speak coherently. Unfortunately, it came out kind of like “waaannnacummm” (I just said that I
tried
.) I think he actually understood me, though. He sat up and pulled us toward the headboard where he braced his back and bent his knees. Then he grabbed my hips tightly, tilted them forward and began thrusting up beneath me, helping me slide up and slam down on his cock. There were no more clear thoughts then, just an incredibly pleasurable sensation between my legs, and building pressure and tension throughout my lower body. I reached higher and higher trying to get to where I needed to be. Finally when my body couldn’t take any more, I felt myself explode into blissful relief as my inner muscles contracted sharply and I trembled and shook.

“Braden!” I screamed, looking at him helplessly as I came.

“So beautiful,” he gasped. Through the haze something surprising registered. Braden was still moving. He had never finished with me on top before but I could see that’s where he was headed very quickly. He kept thrusting hard for another minute or so and I could see in his eyes he was right on the edge.

“Gabrielle! Oh yeah! I’m going to come! Oh fuck! Baby, I’m going to come so hard!” He thrust up deeply into me one last time, shuddered, groaned and went still, his muscles tensing and then immediately releasing as he spilled himself into me.

“I guess I showed you who was boss,” I said, staring into his gorgeous blue eyes.

“Kiss me,” he said, still sounding out of breath. I leaned in and gave him a very warm tender kiss and then I gently eased off of him and he laid back down and cuddled me into his arms. I loved cuddling as much as nestling. I looked over to Bruno’s doggie bed and saw that he had fallen asleep despite all the noise. We had trained our dog to sleep through rowdy sex.

“You’re not mad at me for teasing you?” I asked, rubbing my hand over the sprinkling of hair on his chest and trailing gentle kisses there.

“No. You drive me crazy but in a good way. Are you mad at me for spanking you? Do you need me to get you any aspirin or ice or anything?” he asked in a concerned voice as he gently caressed my bottom.

“No, baby.” I laughed softly. “You didn’t spank me that hard and you were right. I liked it and I thought it was really hot. Don’t think I’m going to let you get all Marquis de Sade on me though.”

“Don’t worry. I won’t flog you,” he said moving his hand back up and stroking my hair as we caught our breath. “I think I really would like to tie you to the bed though. Just playfully.”

“With something soft?”

“No. With cable ties. I
said
just playfully!” He laughed.

“Well, it depends on how rough you play. I think that I would let you as long as you promised to let me go if I wanted and to not go hang out with the guys and leave me there.”

“Of course I would let you go if you wanted! I’m not talking serious BDSM stuff. Just fooling around. And for the record, Adam and Mark are great guys but I’m pretty sure I would choose you naked and tied to a bed over hanging out with them. I would choose being with you even if you weren’t naked and tied to a bed.”

“Now that’s
really
romantic! Let’s put that one in our vows. Would you Braden, choose Gabrielle, even if she were not naked and tied to a bed?” I teased, leaning up to kiss him softly on the lips. He hugged me close and gently rubbed my back. He made me feel so loved and cared for. No other guy had ever made me feel like that.

“So, when do you want to get married?” he asked softly.

“You haven’t even officially proposed yet,” I replied, running a finger over his biceps.

“I will soon and I’ll make it special. I promise.”

“It would be special no matter what.”

“Do you mind if I borrow one of your rings? I need to know your size and what you like. I want it to be perfect for you.”

“Of course you can. And you can look at all my jewelry if you want. Most of it came from my parents but they know my taste.”

“I think I’m starting to get to know it pretty well myself already,” he replied.

“How long have we known each other altogether?”

“Seven and a half months. It feels like longer though.”

“What did you think the first time you met me?” I asked curiously.

“I thought ‘I’d like to hit that’.” I jabbed him in the ribs. “Hey! I’m a guy.” He laughed. “But right after that I thought ‘wow, she’s really intelligent too and she’s a damned good lawyer.’ What did you think when you first met me?”

“I thought ‘wow, he’s so confident and in control. I’m going to have to be on my game if I want to hold my own with him’.”

“Really?”

“That and ‘I totally want to have hot sweaty monkey sex with him’.”

“I love that!” He laughed. “In fact, I think you had me at the hot sweaty monkey sex comment on our first date.”

“I think you had me way before that. I had such a huge crush on you and all kinds of naughty fantasies about you. I named my vibrator Mr. Pierce Junior.”

“Well, I’m flattered!” He laughed. “I had a big crush on you for a long time too, and trust me, you were the regular star of my dreams and sexual fantasies,” he admitted. “I think I engaged in more self-love in the months just before we started dating than I had since I was thirteen.”

“I didn’t know you had a crush on me.”

“Couldn’t you tell?”

“Jess thought so. It seemed too good to be true, though, and besides I had heard that you were a player.”

“I was,” he said, sounding amused, “before I met you, but I had definitely slowed down a lot by the time we started dating. I really didn’t have much interest in that anymore.”

“If I hadn’t flirted with you, would you have ever asked me out?”

“I wanted to. I had finally figured out that you were interested in me too, when you told me I could comfort you after that shoplifting trial you did.” He laughed. “I was trying to figure out how to go about it, though. Your flirting that night was very helpful! Negotiating with you was a lot of fun too, not to mention a really huge turn-on.”

“I love you Braden. I was going to tell you that when you got back from Pittsburgh but you told me first.”

“I was going to wait until we were together again too but at that moment I missed you so much, and I just felt like I had to let you know. Now let’s go to sleep and dream about each other some more.” He kissed the top of my head and cuddled me closer.

Monday

The Defender Association of Philadelphia

When I got into the office the next morning, Cameron was there working, but Jess was out. I glided in, tossed my bag onto the floor and plopped down into my desk chair, which promptly tilted backwards, nearly causing me to splatter my extra grande cup of doubly caffeinated coffee all over me. I put it down before I injured myself.

“Where’s our office mate?” I asked, settling in at my desk. As usual there was a pile of files waiting that could probably kill me if it fell on me. No matter how many times I worked my way through the pile it would always be rebuilt when I came in each morning. Like magic.

“She and Mark got called out to do preliminary hearings in the districts,” he replied, writing something in a file. I fired up my computer and did a little quick research to satisfy my curiosity about Club 51. It was a fairly new place and it sounded kind of interesting. I personally thought that finding that napkin was a little too convenient and that it would definitely be worth checking it out on Friday at ten-thirty. Besides, if we went as a group, that would give Jess a reason to get all dressed up and gorgeous-looking and it would give Cam a chance to see her looking that way. I was such a brilliant strategist. Napoleon could have taken lessons from me.