The Home Court Advantage (5 page)

“We need to clean up,” I said, smiling brightly and filling the water with bubbles. All I needed was some pearls and I could have been June Cleaver. I was looking like such a wholesome little housewife.

“We’ll clean up later,” Braden said, coming up behind me as stealthily as a panther and putting his arms around my waist. “I’ve been really horny for over three hours. It’s unhealthy.”

“According to you I’m going to be too tired later,” I reminded him.

“The cleaning lady’s coming tomorrow.” He ran his hands over my hips.

“You can’t leave a bunch of crusty dishes out all night. You’ll get bugs.” I didn’t feel guilty about building up a little more anticipation, because I knew that I was going to rock his world that night anyway.

“Fine. You do the dishes. I’ll just occupy myself while I wait,” he said as he leaned down and nuzzled the base of my neck. I could feel his warm breath and then his soft lips and then finally his hot tongue as he trailed open-mouthed kisses all the way up to my ear.

“Braden.” A warm tingling sensation flowed through my body and I started breathing faster. My panties were probably wetter than the dishes already.

“Don’t mind me,” he said huskily, and began sucking on my earlobe and once again moving his tongue the way that he moved it when he went down on me. It was a not-so-subtle reminder of what else we could be doing besides housework. My clit screamed at my brain in protest. Then he started lightly brushing his fingers across my breasts and I moved from tingly girl parts to achy girl parts. I pushed my bottom back against him and I could feel how hard he was again. I rubbed up against him like a cat. Mother Nature was good – so very
good
. Even though I wanted him desperately at that moment, I also liked how much he was trying to convince me. Let him work for it a little. I was worth the effort.

“If you would stop distracting me…” I swallowed hard and let out a ragged breath.

“Don’t let me stop you. I know how important the dishes are,” he said as he reached back and unhooked my bra. His hands traveled up under my shirt to cup my breasts and pinch my nipples the way I liked it again, and it felt infinitely better against my bare skin. When he began gently squeezing them between his fingers, chills ran through my body and goosebumps formed on my arms.

Have I mentioned that I
love
doing dishes? The smell of Palmolive would probably make me come like a Pavlov dog after this. Okay, so technically Pavlov’s dogs didn’t come, they salivated, but you get the point. I could feel his breathing getting heavy and his heart racing. I knew how much he wanted me too and that his self-control was stretched thin. That, in and of itself, would have been enough to drive me crazy, but then one hand left my breast and slid into my panties and all bets were off. My brain had left the building and my cha-cha had stayed behind to party down and get funky.

“You must find doing dishes very stimulating, because you’re really wet, baby,” he teased.

“I didn’t say I didn’t want you,” I said breathlessly. “I just said I wanted to tidy up a little first so your cleaning lady wouldn’t think your fiancée was a slob.” My voice sounded as rough as sandpaper and I was starting to tremble.

“I’ll tell her that you make up for it in bed,” he whispered in my ear seductively and I almost hit the floor. Jesus Tap Dancing Christ! This man was off the charts sexy! I started pushing my hips forward and I leaned back against him, panting. “What’s the matter? Don’t you want to finish the dishes?” he teased.

“You’re so naughty, Braden,” said the woman grinding her cha-cha against his hand.

“You’re so ready, Gabrielle,” he practically purred. Oh that was just too much!

“Oh God! Braden, I need you!” I gasped and reached down to put my hand over his and press his fingers against me harder.

“You need me to what?” he asked in a low sultry voice. “Dry?”

“I need you inside me,” I panted, feeling myself about to lose control.

“Now?”

Oh shit! I give up! You win! You win! You win the freaking teasing game! AARGH! I heard the click click of nails on the floor. Oh no. No! No! No!

“
Yes
now, Braden! Bruno, honey, go play with your toys for a while,” I said desperately.

“That’s right, Bruno, Daddy’s playing with
his
toys,” Braden said, sounding amused. He was keeping pressure on my clit with his thumb and teasing me by skimming his other fingers over my entrance but not giving me the penetration I was aching for. My entire body felt like it was on fire. How did he
learn
this stuff? Okay, don’t think about that, Gabrielle. Bruno looked up at us curiously, checked out the scene from a few different angles, and then thankfully, got bored and moved on.

“Oh God, Braden, I need it so badly right now, baby,” I moaned. “And just to be clear I mean sex! Stage three! Stage three!”

“But what if we get bugs?” I could hear the laughter in his voice.

“Braden, fuck me right now! Please?!” After all, my parents raised me to be polite. Apparently “please”
was
a magic word! Although I think that the “fuck me” was pretty effective too. He spun me around and yanked my shorts and panties down over my hips. Then he lifted me up to seat me on the counter, and while I slid them the rest of the way off, he opened up his jeans and freed Mother Nature’s generous gift to both of us. Sweet baby Jesus and two hump camel, it never ceased to amaze me that I managed to accommodate him so well. I must have a vagina like a Tardis – a Dr. Who-hah. And,
Oh my God
, I’m a geek! He pulled his T-shirt over his head and stood there looking more appetizing than anything in any other kitchen anywhere. I wanted to count his muscles with my tongue. He smiled with naughty anticipation, pushed my legs apart, positioned himself at my entrance, grabbed my hips… and froze when he heard the really loud scream-like noise that wasn’t coming from me for a change. Bruno started barking immediately.

“Oh no! No! Not
now
!” he shouted
.

“Is that a fire alarm?” Maybe my body wasn’t all that was on fire. Or maybe I was already in stage three and it involved a bunch of Dementors shrieking in my head.

He groaned, swore and managed somehow to close his pants over one raging example of healthy maleness. Oh man. No fair. I was just going to get to play with
my
toys.

“They do drills periodically for insurance purposes,” he said, in a very angry voice, pulling on his T-shirt again and yanking it down to cover the evidence of said healthy maleness for the second time that evening. I wouldn’t want to be a Prudential agent right now. “Baby, get dressed while I get Bruno’s leash.”

When I came back out to the entry, he was at the closet by the front door. “Here, put this on so you don’t get chilly.” He handed me a sweat jacket and grabbed another one for himself.

He picked up a frantically yipping Bruno and tucked him under one arm, grabbing my hand and leading me toward the stairs. Other residents were already on their way out and we joined the crowd.

When we got to the sidewalk, we crossed the street where emergency personnel were directing people. We waited on the sidewalk as Bruno paced around at the end of his leash, probably on the verge of passing out with excitement. Braden put his arm around me and held me close to him. We mostly just watched what was going on around us as the minutes started to tick by. I eventually began to get the weird feeling again, like someone was watching, and my eyes started to wander over the immediate vicinity.

“You know, we’ve never had alley sex,” I said, staring at a fairly dark side street.

“That’s because alley sex is also known as disorderly conduct and public indecency. Talk to me again in ten minutes.” More time went by.

“Braden, why don’t we just go to my place?” I asked after we had been out there for what felt like quite a while. I looked around us at the crowd of tired-looking people and saw something odd. There was a guy in a baseball cap standing alone some distance away and it almost looked like he was staring directly at us.

“It doesn’t usually take this long. Normally we’re back in in less than ten minutes.” I turned toward Braden when he spoke, and when I turned back, the figure was gone. I assumed that I must have been mistaken. My imagination was working overtime these days. Still, it didn’t hurt to mention it. I had learned my lesson not telling Braden about the notes.

“Braden, I need to tell you something. I had a weird feeling like somebody might be following me earlier and just now I felt like someone was watching us. When I looked around, I saw a guy over there who seemed to be staring in our direction.”

“Where?” he asked, suddenly sounding very alert.

“He was standing over in that direction. When I looked back a couple of seconds later though, he was gone. Like I said, I just had a weird feeling and I also had one earlier, although I didn’t see anybody at all then.”

“I don’t see anybody there now. Are you sure he was looking at us? It’s pretty dark out here and there’s a lot going on.”

“No, I’m not sure. He was wearing a baseball cap and it hid part of his face. It was probably just my imagination or nerves or something.” The crowd started to move then and people began re-entering the building. Braden stopped to talk to the concierge on the way in.

“So, what’s going on, Anthony? They don’t announce nighttime fire drills anymore and it takes twice as long to do them?” Braden wasn’t in a good mood and Anthony was in the line of fire. It’s a good thing we weren’t in court or a whole lot of people would be doing hard time. No pun intended.

“It wasn’t a fire drill, Mr. Pierce. Somebody pulled a false fire alarm.”

“Do you know who it was?” For their sake I hoped that if they ever got caught they wound up in someone else’s courtroom. Braden might go after the death penalty.

“No sir. We think that the person might have snuck in through Roxie’s,” he said, referring to a restaurant and lounge located in Braden’s building. “Either that or it might have been a kid who lives here.” That kid might not be living here for long. Or living for long in general. We thanked him for the information and headed back up to Braden’s apartment. The elevator doors slid open disgorging us and half a dozen other disgruntled-looking residents, and just as we began to head down the hall, I saw it. There was a small, white object sitting in front of Braden’s door. I felt adrenaline rush through my body and I got goosebumps.

“Braden! Look!” I pointed. “You don’t think that’s another note, do you?” We quickly went over and I retrieved the object. It wasn’t an envelope, though, it was just a cocktail napkin that said ‘Club 51’ on it.

“I didn’t see that here when we left,” he said, looking confused.

“Somebody must have dropped it on the way out,” I suggested.

“Right in front of my door?” he asked dubiously.

“Maybe they were checking to make sure everybody was out. Why a firefighter had a cocktail napkin on him is probably something we shouldn’t contemplate too deeply.” I turned it over and saw that there were numbers written on the back. “It says seven one six …”

“Maybe this litter was intended for a different apartment. If you want, we can give Mr. Lewis in seven sixteen his trash.”

“Seven one six, one zero three zero,” I continued. I thought about it for a minute and then a light went on in my head. “Seven sixteen, ten-thirty! It sounds like a date and time!”

“So, maybe somebody’s got a date at this Club 51 on Friday,” he said, as he unlocked the door and stood aside to let Bruno and me go in. Bruno took off to check the place out as usual and made his way back speedily with a twelve foot butt slide that made the base runners in the game earlier look bad. Luckily, he didn’t hit the wall this time. His aim was improving. We gave him a treat for being such a good boy and he ran off somewhere with his treasure. Then Braden turned and gave me his hot sex look and my cha-cha cheered for joy. We were finally going to get grand slammed. Thank you, Lord!

“So, Gabrielle, are you going to be a good girl for me now?” he asked in a low husky voice as he started walking toward me slowly.

“Define ‘good’.” I started feeling shaky again. I could feel my face heating up and my pulse started to race like a stock car engine. Not that I knew what a stock car engine actually sounded like.

“What are you thinking?” he asked, looking at me like he knew exactly what I was thinking. Braden could read me far too well. I think he could probably detect my sexual arousal from the next room. Or the next county. Or the next planet. He was getting closer by the second and I was starting to pant.

“That sometimes I like it when you get all ‘take charge’ like that. You going to show me who’s boss, bad boy?” I taunted seductively, standing my ground firmly even though my legs felt very wobbly at that moment. I knew that within half an hour I would be having a screaming orgasm and the fact that I was still vertical, let alone still teasing him, was a minor miracle.

He gave me a sexy smile and then he was only a couple of feet away. “I’ll be happy to take charge anytime you want.” He reached out and pulled me into his arms a little roughly, kissing me hard, possessing my mouth, and rubbing his tongue up against mine forcefully. He was claiming me and consuming me and I wanted him to do it. I started kissing him back with just as much heat, pulling his hair and pressing my body up against him brazenly. In seconds he had me pinned up against the wall. We were frantically trying to undress each other while grinding our hips together and never breaking our burning kiss. I wrapped my leg around him and felt his erection pressing into my belly as I grabbed onto that tight gorgeous ass. “Bedroom,” he said, breaking away and breathing hard, “or I’m going to take you right here, right now.”