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Adult ++
Chapters:
8
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2,343
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3
No way, Brady thought, staring at the old battered car. She couldn’t possibly be serious.
“You’re going to stay in your car for the night?” he asked, his eyebrow raised.
“Well, at least until I have enough money to afford a decent motel,” she answered, leaning back against the cool metal.
“You mean you came into town without a place to stay?” Brady questioned, becoming more preturbed than he should.
“Yeah, that’s about it. I wanted to go, so I did; and just look where I ended up,” she answered, grinning and flinging her arms out. “Mardi Gras in Baton Rouge! Woo hoo!”
There were more hoots in reply to her good nature yelling, along with a few amens. Brady watched her and couldn’t help but laugh and grin in reaction. There was a fearlessness about her that struck a resounding chord deep inside.
But he couldn’t let her sleep in a car in the middle of town, especially during Mardi Gras. He could lend her the money for a decent motel, but there wasn’t one to be had for miles; besides, she didn’t strike him as the type of girl who accepted what she would perceive as charity.
“Come on,” he said, grabbing her hand in his.
The shock was immediate and melting, the touch of bare skin to bare skin somehow erotic, though it was just their palms that were in contact.
They both stopped, each refusing to admit to the other what had just happened. Instead, Chloe took the defensive.
“How…wait, what the hell do you think you’re doing?” she asked, jerking her hand from his.
“You can’t stay here…”
“And why not? Who the hell died and put you in charge of me?”
“But sleeping in your car…”
“Is something I’ve done since I was sixteen,” she retorted. “It’s not like I’m used to the Ritz; I sleep where I fall, whether it’s in my car or in a store front.”
Brady studied her, trying to decide how to approach this. He remembered living in the park for the few weeks it took to save the money for the rent on his home. He wouldn’t have readily taken help, either.
“Think of this as my pentince for all the sinning I’ll be doing during Mardi Gras,” Brady said.
“But aren’t you supposed to do that when Lent starts?” she replied.
“So, I’m starting early,” he told her, then caught and held her snapping gaze. “Look, I have sister and right now she’s missing. I guess I feel like if I take care of someone, maybe there’s a kind stranger helping her.”
Chloe squinted her eyes, trying to decide if he was being truthful or not. Finally, she chose to go with her gut; it had never let her down before.
“Okay, Brady, if it makes you feel better, then I’ll let you be my knight in shining armor.”
~*~*~*~*~*
Brady rounded the corner to his house, the warm feel of Chloe’s body pressed against him driving his libido crazy.
Her arms were wrapped securly around his waist, her backpack of clothes on her back and her small satchel attached to the back of his motorcycle. She hadn’t even hesitated when he showed her the Harley; she’d hopped right on and patted the seat in front her.
She was a potent lady, he thought, pulling up into his covered carport. Her presence was only going to punish him, unless…
Shaking his head, he tried to dislodge the thought of seducing her, but it wouldn’t budge.
“Brady Black, huh?” she asked, turning back to look at the reflective name on the mailbox.
“What? Oh, yeah, Black.”
“Well Mr. Black, you have a lovely home,” she joked, sliding off the motorcycle. “Care to give me the tour?”
There were a lot of things he’d like to do to her in the house, and a tour wasn’t one of them.
Licking his lips, he ran his eyes down her moonlit silouette and hopped off the bike. Climbing up the steps, he found the front door key, then he unlocked the front door and waved her inside.
Chloe moved past him, the aroma of her musky scent mingled with smoke and alcohol drifted into Brady’s blood. Damn, this was not going to be easy.
“To your left, you’ll see the living room,” he said, “and directly in front of you is the kitchen and dining room combo. The hallway to your right leads to the bedrooms.”
Choe turned, blinking in the hallway light he’d left on. She went down the small, hardwood floored hallway and stopped at the end.
“So, where am I staying?” she asked, dropping her bags beside her.
“The, uh, the guest room is to your left,” he told her, “there is a door to the bathroom inside the bedroom, so you’ll have privacy.”
Chloe raised her eyebrows, surprised by his avoidance of the obvious attraction they had.
“So, this is your room?” she questioned, turning to the other door.
“Yeah,” he drawled, watching her through hooded eyes.
She turned and opened the sliding wood, feeling his gaze follow her. Good, she thought with a predatory smile, she had his attention.
“You’re going to stay in your car for the night?” he asked, his eyebrow raised.
“Well, at least until I have enough money to afford a decent motel,” she answered, leaning back against the cool metal.
“You mean you came into town without a place to stay?” Brady questioned, becoming more preturbed than he should.
“Yeah, that’s about it. I wanted to go, so I did; and just look where I ended up,” she answered, grinning and flinging her arms out. “Mardi Gras in Baton Rouge! Woo hoo!”
There were more hoots in reply to her good nature yelling, along with a few amens. Brady watched her and couldn’t help but laugh and grin in reaction. There was a fearlessness about her that struck a resounding chord deep inside.
But he couldn’t let her sleep in a car in the middle of town, especially during Mardi Gras. He could lend her the money for a decent motel, but there wasn’t one to be had for miles; besides, she didn’t strike him as the type of girl who accepted what she would perceive as charity.
“Come on,” he said, grabbing her hand in his.
The shock was immediate and melting, the touch of bare skin to bare skin somehow erotic, though it was just their palms that were in contact.
They both stopped, each refusing to admit to the other what had just happened. Instead, Chloe took the defensive.
“How…wait, what the hell do you think you’re doing?” she asked, jerking her hand from his.
“You can’t stay here…”
“And why not? Who the hell died and put you in charge of me?”
“But sleeping in your car…”
“Is something I’ve done since I was sixteen,” she retorted. “It’s not like I’m used to the Ritz; I sleep where I fall, whether it’s in my car or in a store front.”
Brady studied her, trying to decide how to approach this. He remembered living in the park for the few weeks it took to save the money for the rent on his home. He wouldn’t have readily taken help, either.
“Think of this as my pentince for all the sinning I’ll be doing during Mardi Gras,” Brady said.
“But aren’t you supposed to do that when Lent starts?” she replied.
“So, I’m starting early,” he told her, then caught and held her snapping gaze. “Look, I have sister and right now she’s missing. I guess I feel like if I take care of someone, maybe there’s a kind stranger helping her.”
Chloe squinted her eyes, trying to decide if he was being truthful or not. Finally, she chose to go with her gut; it had never let her down before.
“Okay, Brady, if it makes you feel better, then I’ll let you be my knight in shining armor.”
~*~*~*~*~*
Brady rounded the corner to his house, the warm feel of Chloe’s body pressed against him driving his libido crazy.
Her arms were wrapped securly around his waist, her backpack of clothes on her back and her small satchel attached to the back of his motorcycle. She hadn’t even hesitated when he showed her the Harley; she’d hopped right on and patted the seat in front her.
She was a potent lady, he thought, pulling up into his covered carport. Her presence was only going to punish him, unless…
Shaking his head, he tried to dislodge the thought of seducing her, but it wouldn’t budge.
“Brady Black, huh?” she asked, turning back to look at the reflective name on the mailbox.
“What? Oh, yeah, Black.”
“Well Mr. Black, you have a lovely home,” she joked, sliding off the motorcycle. “Care to give me the tour?”
There were a lot of things he’d like to do to her in the house, and a tour wasn’t one of them.
Licking his lips, he ran his eyes down her moonlit silouette and hopped off the bike. Climbing up the steps, he found the front door key, then he unlocked the front door and waved her inside.
Chloe moved past him, the aroma of her musky scent mingled with smoke and alcohol drifted into Brady’s blood. Damn, this was not going to be easy.
“To your left, you’ll see the living room,” he said, “and directly in front of you is the kitchen and dining room combo. The hallway to your right leads to the bedrooms.”
Choe turned, blinking in the hallway light he’d left on. She went down the small, hardwood floored hallway and stopped at the end.
“So, where am I staying?” she asked, dropping her bags beside her.
“The, uh, the guest room is to your left,” he told her, “there is a door to the bathroom inside the bedroom, so you’ll have privacy.”
Chloe raised her eyebrows, surprised by his avoidance of the obvious attraction they had.
“So, this is your room?” she questioned, turning to the other door.
“Yeah,” he drawled, watching her through hooded eyes.
She turned and opened the sliding wood, feeling his gaze follow her. Good, she thought with a predatory smile, she had his attention.