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  She was decidedly pathetic. She had just fucked the man who had, in essence, fucked her. Gathering her arsenal of emotional defenses, she let cool contempt filter back into her heart.

  “I brought you coffee,” Brady offered rather lamely, as he slid to the end of the bed and sat beside her. “I didn't mean for this to happen Melina,” he started. His big paw reached for her hand. She let him take it, marveling at how big his hands were. She studied his shortly clipped nails, and pondered what exactly she might do about this wild need to screw Brady's brains out.

  “It's okay, Brady, we fucked. I enjoyed it, and from the looks of things you did, too. It's no big deal.” She said this with as much indifference as she could muster. He shook his head.

  “Imade love to you Melina. I didn't intend to, but when I saw you there sleeping so peacefully, I couldn't...” He broke off. Well, words had never been in Brady's bag of tricks. From the corner of her eye she saw his jaw work, as if he needed to say something but just couldn't spit it out. She was going to treat this like it meant nothing, and leave it alone, with her dignity intact. Even if it killed her.

  She went in search of the coffee he claimed he'd brought. Finding it on the nightstand she took a sip. It was lukewarm by now but it would do. Vanilla, her favorite. Since when had Neanderthal man been this sensitive? She might almost believe he'd had a lesson or two from someone with a bit of class. Nah, not possible.

  “I came to apologize for last night.” She felt the heat rise to her cheeks; did he regret that too? Damn him for making her feel this way, damn him for just existing.

  “Don't give it another thought Brady, I meant it when I said we fucked. Nothing more, nothing less.”There, how does it feel to be used and discarded like day-old bread? She saw him flinch at her use of the word fuck, and then regretted the harsh statement. Didn't she have it in her to be a low-down bitch?

  He ran his hands over his jaw and stared at her intently. “I came to see if maybe you'd like to catch a movie or something?” His hesitant question brought an immediate smile to her face. She felt her heart lift ever so slightly but she squelched the warm fuzzy.

  Melina snorted at him. “Does Arnold have a new flick out I'm not aware of?”

  “Nope, your choice.”

  “Yeah, right.” She put a hand on her hip looking at him in disbelief.

  “No, really, Melina, whatever you want to see is fine with me. I'll even spring for popcorn.”

  “Popcorn, huh? Do I get something to wash it down with?” He nodded his head. “Wow, did you give yourself a raise?” He grinned at her, flashing his white teeth, displaying a stark contrast against his caramel colored skin. She felt her heart skip a beat.

  Well crap. Maybe a movie would be okay. Sounded harmless enough.“Yeah, like dinner?” her tortured heart questioned.No, not like dinner. Besides, we already...

  Itwas Sunday, and a movie beat the hell out of mopping the floors and dusting.

  “Sure, Brady, but it's my choice right?”

  His smile was warm and relieved as he said, “Anything you want Melina.”

  Chapter 7

  Pricilla fluttered above the treetops and pensively watched Brady and Melina climb into Brady's truck. Woo hoo, Cowboy, go get em, she silently cheered! Oh boy, they were about to rope this steer in, and this was the clincher. Finally she could get back to some serious Upper-Level pampering. Hot guys with wings, manicures, pedicures and a root touch up were mere moments away as long as Brady didn't screw this up. Oh, dagnabbit! She shook that sinking feeling off. Pricilla Watson was well on her way to some peace and quiet and she wasn't about to let her pig-headed, big-mouthed son-in-law screw it up.

  * * * *

  They sat in the darkened, almost-empty theater, munching buttery popcorn and sharing a soda. Brady remained true to his earlier statement and let her choose the movie, a romantic comedy. His deep chuckle at a particularly funny scene sent small stabs of awareness to her sensitive heart. Brady had never taken her to a movie without rounds of begging and pleading, followed by promises of sexual favors.

  She smiled at the memory. There had been so many good things about them when they had shared a life. Untangling those memories from the hurt was like wading in a thick mire of quicksand. Her heart was torn in a hundred different directions, and brimming with insecurities. Melina couldn't trust him and wasn't sure she ever could again without always looking over her shoulder. It was no way to live. Why was he doing this?

  Brady's handsome profile was highlighted by the light of the movie screen. The firm lips that had so tenderly swept over her body earlier, now moved rapidly as he slid piece after piece of popcorn into his mouth. Heat pooled in her groin as she thought of his tongue at her clit, driving her to madness.

  Melina closed her eyes, fighting back the lust and focusing on the pain. The pain was easier to hang onto, to cultivate and keep alive; it reminded her that if Brady could fall from grace, anyone could. She couldn't trust anyone but herself.

  The loneliness of that statement shook her to the very core. This new Brady would fade and he would go back to being the knuckle-dragger he was. For now she would enjoy the ride, and when it was over she would get off having already known the outcome.

  “Did you like the movie?” Brady asked, interrupting her reverie. His eyes almost looked hopeful. Truthfully, she hadn't paid attention to the ending, but she put on a false smile that didn't quite reach her eyes.

  “Yeah, Brady, thanks. It was fun.”

  As they exited the theater she heard someone call her name. Turning, she caught sight of Alvin waving to her. Ugh. She felt Brady tighten his grip on her elbow possessively.

  “Hey, Alvin, what are you doing here? How does your mother feel?” Had it just been last night when he'd scurried off to tend to his ailing mother? Had it just been last night when she slammed her soon-to-be ex-husband up against an alleyway wall and screwed his brains out? What a difference a day makes.

  Brady hovered near her, puffing out his chest, ‘territorial’ written all over him.

  “Oh, she's much better today, Melina. I'm sorry about last night,” Alvin said apologetically.

  Brady thumped Alvin on the shoulder. Melina watched as Alvin's shoulders sagged under the pressure of Brady's hand. “Hey, no problem, big guy, but you missed a really good piece of meat.” Brady rubbed his stomach. “Nothing like a little lamb, eh, Alvin?” Alvin's eyes shot a confused look at Melina, and she smiled at him, shrugging her shoulders.

  Just then, Francine Turner came around the corner from the bathroom and headed straight toward them. In skin tight jeans and heels that could be considered lethal weapons, she sashayed through the crowd. Could this get any better?

  “There you are handsome,” Francine cooed in a little girl's voice, smiling indulgently in Alvin's direction, arriving in a cloud of heavy perfume and makeup. She latched onto Alvin's arm possessively as her eyes swept over Melina and Brady. Melina swallowed a potential giggle, struggling to keep her surprise from reaching her face.Smooth operator, that Alvin . She wondered how Francine felt about dating Alvin and his mother.

  “What a surprise to find the two of you here...” Francine paused for effect, “together.” Her mascara-thick eyelashes batted furiously. Alvin squirmed. Melina's eyes narrowed.

  “Well life's just full of surprises, Francine. How did you meet Alvin?” Melina inquired

  Francine let out a high pitched giggle. “Oh, Alvin and I have known each other forever, Melina. But you know, out of sight, out of mind. That is, until I saw him come toyour door last night.” Francine watched Brady for a reaction.

  Brady remained blessedly silent. Alvin looked at his wrist and sputtered, “Look at the time, Francine. We'd better hurry if we're going to catch the new Steven Segal. Good to see the two of you.” He whisked Francine off as she stumbled to keep her footing on those razor thin heels. Melina watched their backs as the theater entrance swallowed them up. She sighed, nudging Brady's ribs.

  “Hey, Franc
ine is your dream date, Brady, she actuallylikes Steven Segal.”

  Brady made a face at her. “Thanks, but I don't think my sinuses would survive that perfume. Besides, I thought all that mushy stuff wasn't too bad after all.”

  Melina felt those damn twinges of warmth peck at her heart again.No, no, no. I will not be sucked back in. But she found herself asking anyway, reluctant to walk away.

  “Dinner?”

  “You asking?” He countered. What did he want, an ovary? He could have those, they were useless to her.

  “Yup,” she confirmed.

  “You cooking?” he asked, with that big goofy grin.

  “Nope, you buying?” Her eyes twinkled with the familiar banter they had once shared over whose turn it was to buy.

  “Chinese?”

  “Deal.” She shoved her hand at him to shake on it. Brady pulled her toward him and claimed her lips in a kiss that left her breathless and aching for more.God, I'm a nymphomaniac. Brady smiled with smug satisfaction.

  She returned his smile and said slyly. “Oh no, Mister,” Melina poked his chest with her finger. “That won't get you off the hook, you're still buying.”

  * * * *

  Melina sat in her office watching the sun fade. The dim light from her desk lamp gleamed on the shiny business card she fingered. Harold Givens Attorney at Law, specializing in divorce and divorce mediation. Two weeks had passed since she had decided maybe sex with your ex, or potential ex, wasn't such a bad thing. Brady had spent nearly every available moment with her, charming and attentive. No questions asked about their future. Good thing too, because she didn't have any answers.

  He couldn't seem to get enough of her, but then, she thought, she couldn't get enough of him, either. There were so many complex issues she had to deal with. They overwhelmed her. She couldn't think straight, nor could she stop this insatiable need to be with him. But if she gave in and resumed their marriage, he might be unfaithful again.

  There were moments in a day when she was hit by the full reality of the trust she'd lost. Like when she had called his job site to see if he could slip away for lunch, and no one had been able to locate him. Her heart had throbbed painfully in fear, and tears had welled in her eyes.

  She'd called herself all kinds of fool, just knowing he was withher, and then the phone rang. Brady's foreman, Frank, called to tell her that Brady was on his way to meet her at the office; he had dropped his cell phone in the cement mixer, and had been in the process of digging it out when she called. Her heart flooded with relief, her knees weak with gratitude as she thanked Frank. It was in those anxiety-filled moments that she was unsure if she could allow him back in. There were so many things that hadn't been cleared up.

  Melina opened her desk drawer and dropped the business card into it; it would be there if she needed it.

  She knew Brady sensed her reluctance to talk to him, but she couldn't allow herself to. Not yet. Melina far preferred to focus on the nights they spent together making love. His strong arms, hot tongue and thick cock kept her enraptured almost every night. With the thought, her nipples tightened as though on cue and a shiver of desire sent goose bumps along her flesh.

  Joanne buzzed her to let her know she was leaving for the night and that Brady was on his way in. Her heart thumped erratically in her chest. She fluffed her hair and got up to sit on the corner of her desk. Brady entered with a smile. “Hey, beautiful, you ready?” He planted a gentle kiss on her lips. She put her arm around his neck and rubbed the heel of her hand along his jean-clad bulge. Heat pooled in her cunt as a wicked thought crossed her mind.

  “Feels like you are,” she purred in his ear, rimming the outline of it with her tongue.

  “I'm always ready for you, baby,” he whispered back. “So what do ya say we get the hell outta here and I'll show you how ready I am?” He wiggled his eyebrows and cupped her breast, raking his thumb over her nipple.

  Pulling away from him, she went to the door and locked it with a quick pop. Turning, she leaned against the door and slowly began to unbutton her silk shirt with trembling fingers.

  Brady groaned at the sight of her black lace bra, and then she unclasped the hook in the front and swept it aside. Her shirt and bra slid off of her shoulders, pooling at her feet. Stepping out of her skirt with a shimmy, she stood almost naked before him, in her thigh-highs alone. They were a purchase she had giggled over, but now didn't regret one iota, seeing the look of pure lust in Brady's eyes.

  Cupping her breasts, she tugged at her rigid nipples and moaned. Widening her stance she brushed the apex of her thighs and slid a pink-tipped nail into her wet folds.

  Brady was at her feet in seconds, nudging her wet flesh open with his hot, silken tongue. He speared her clit; wrapping his lips around it he suckled, pressing his tongue against the sensitive nub. Running his fingers through her dripping cunt, he licked at her. Her hands threaded through his thick hair and cradled his head.

  Reaching up, he pinched her nipple gently, shooting spikes of electricity though her entire body. She pressed her cunt to his mouth and came with wild abandon as Brady thrust his tongue at her. He moaned into her as she shuddered.

  Melina gently tugged on his hair forcing him to look up at her heaving breasts. His smile was sultry, and his eyes glazed with heated passion.

  Brady slithered up her body; his hard frame pressed her firmly into the door as he ground his hips into hers. He nipped her lower lip while she fought with his jeans, yanking them over his hips and down his thighs. He struggled to remove his shoes, finally kicking them firmly aside. Her hands ran feverishly over his skin, cupping his tight balls. She heard his sharp intake of breath. Circling his hard cock, she led him to her oak desk and seated him at the edge.

  Melina stood between his thighs as he ran his hands over her ass, massaging the firm flesh. Kneeling before him, she let her hot breath graze his erect cock. His powerful thighs spread wide, inviting her to claim his massive length. She tilted her lips upward and looked directly at him before she bent to consume the hard flesh with her tongue.

  She watched, mesmerized, as he swelled at the touch of her lips. She ran her tongue slowly over the satiny skin, in long swipes of heat. Brady's hands cupped her chin as she lowered his entire cock into her mouth; her teeth grazed him lightly when she pulled back. Again she engulfed him, rasping her tongue at the sensitive flesh just below the head. She licked at the salty bead of cum, savoring the taste that was all Brady. His thighs trembled as he encompassed her head, locking her in place. She bobbed her head slowly up and down, sucking fiercely at him until she felt his hands push her away roughly.

  She grinned at him as she stood. Moving papers from behind him, she nudged him over and lay face down on the desk, her ass high in the air, waist pressed to the rounded edge of the desk. Gripping the edge in front of her, she spread her legs and then Brady's hands were on her ass, spreading her, kissing a path to the small puckered, untouched entrance.

  She felt his thighs graze hers. The sprinkling of hair rubbing against her smooth skin drove her insane as his tongue delved into the tight hole. His cock hung low, occasionally brushing her thigh as he thrust his tongue into her. He reached to cup her cunt, pressing his thick fingers into her slickness.

  Melina cried his name as she came with fierce intensity, yet again. Brady held his cock in his hand rubbing it at her entrance; she pressed her ass firmly against him, silently begging for him to enter her. Inch by delicious inch he pressed forward until he was firmly lodged in her cunt. Melina held her breath as she did every time Brady slid into her. She sighed at the completion he brought with his fierce cock that stretched her, filling her like nothing else.

  Brady wrapped an arm around her waist, as he lunged into her time and again. She heard the sounds their bodies made with each thrust as her cunt contracted, milking his heated length. His balls slapped against her when Brady leaned forward, trailing kisses along her spine. His hand reached under her to thumb her clit. Spreading her flesh, his ha
nd moved in time with his hips.

  They moved leisurely, in a familiar rhythm, until tendrils of heat wound their way to her cunt, making her nipples tighten and scrape the smooth desk with their hardened tips. Blindly, she ground her hips into him as he stroked his cock rapidly upward, caressing her slick walls. With a soft cry, she came swiftly and sharply, shudders wracking her body as Brady pumped one last time and came with her.

  He held her tightly to him, his chest pressing into her back as he took short quick breaths, regaining his composure. She waited for the words she longed to hear, but never came.

  Fighting back the sting of tears and disappointment, she grunted from under him, “Hey, you big lug, get up. You're killing me here.”

  She felt the deep rumble of his chuckle as he slid from her body. He helped her up and turned her to face him, kissing her softly on the cheek. Melina ran her hand through her knotted hair and fixed the clasp on her bra. Brady found tissues to clean up with. Dressed and sated, Melina stifled a yawn.

  “Dinner,” Brady offered.

  Melina smiled at him. “You bet, buddy,” she agreed. “And after that performance from me you can betyou're buying.” Laughter followed behind her as she grabbed her coat and headed out the door.

  * * * *

  As with every night since Melina had agreed to see him again, Brady found Pricilla waiting up for him when he entered the trailer. She was in his favorite recliner watching some info-mercial. She looked up as he entered. “Hey, partner, another successful date?” Brady grinned at her. He found he was doing a lot of that lately, whenever he thought of Melina.

  “Yup,” he confirmed.

  “Aw, honey, I'm just bustin’ a gut over your joy.” Pricilla stretched and yawned loudly.

  “Hey, you two talk yet? Ya know you two have to do that sometime soon, Brady,” she reminded him in that annoying southern twang.