“He’s really talented, Liv.”
She nods. “I’m so excited for them. I heard they have another show lined up already.”
I nod, feeling nervous about filling her in on the rest of the night. “I have some other news, though.” I pause and swallow hard. “Brady and I got married.”
“Holy shit!” Her palm smacks in the table. “You bitch. How could you?”
“I’m sorry.” I feel bad, knowing Liv had plans for our wedding. “After the show, he asked, and we drove to Vegas.”
She crosses her arms over her chest, pouting. “I hate you, and your mother is going to kill you.”
“Relax — we’re still going to have a big wedding. You don’t have to tear up your five-page list. You and my mom can have fun then.”
“It’s ten pages.” She laughs. “And your mother is still going to kill you.”
“No, because she’s not going to find out. You can’t tell her.”
Liv reluctantly agrees to my request by sticking her tongue at me, to which I respond by wiping my palm down it. She grimaces and runs to the sink, splashing water into her mouth.
Chapter 11
Tori
Over the next couple of days, Brady spends close to 24/7 with the band. I hang out with Liv and Harrison at the Center most of the time, although it’s awkward, because they’re still not speaking to each other. This morning I go to my prenatal checkup alone. I have a minor panic attack in front of poor Dr. Anderson, going over my fears related to the actual birth. She reassures me that women give birth every day and I’ll be fine. After the appointment, I schedule future visits for once a week until my delivery. I can’t believe how close it is.
When I get home, there’s a note on the counter from Liv.
T&B, I’ll pick up Tug on the way in and meet you there. Liv
I go upstairs and find my husband in the shower. We have to leave soon, but my body aches for him to touch me. I miss him.
I undress and step in behind him. He’s facing the shower and doesn’t turn around. His heavy breathing tells me he knows I’m here. My eyes travel over the perfectly defined muscles of his back, following a drop of water to the curve of his ass before it drops to the tiled floor. I want to touch, lick, and taste every inch of his bare flesh.
I slide my hands around his waist to his stomach, running them up and down over each ripple of muscle. My tongue draws circles on his back as my hands continue downward until I reach his long, hard length. His back straightens as a groan escapes his throat. My chest presses into his slippery back.
He turns toward me, rubbing his soapy body all over me. I laugh and stretch up to kiss him. His hands push into my hips as he gently shoves me back. “I’m going to be late.” He turns and starts to step out of the shower.
I grab a handful of his hair and yank him back. “No way, Hunter. We’re not finished.”
He laughs and pulls his hair free.
I watch his naked soap-covered ass stalk away from me. “Brady, you still have soap all over you.”
He’s doesn’t answer. Rejection courses through me as I rinse off. I still crave his touch. My body is left deflated and unsatisfied. I put my head under the stream. My hands wander lower as I prepare to take care of the ache between my legs. I squeeze my eyes closed as water cascades down my face. When I open my eyes, Brady’s there. His gaze drops to my hands, which are dipping between my thighs. “Did you think I wasn’t coming back?”
I smile as embarrassment washes over me. “I wasn’t sure.”
He laughs. “I had to text Jesse that I was going to be a few minutes late.” His hand snakes around my waist. He brings me close until our lips are a breath apart. “You should know I don’t have the self-control to leave you in here naked without having you.” With a growl, he shoves me into the tiles and lifts me up. My legs wrap around his waist as his hands cup my butt. I can’t get enough of this man.
We spend the next hour in the shower, and now Brady is more than a “few minutes” late. I laugh silently as I watch him fly around the room, grumbling under his bre
ath. He can’t find his shirt. He turns with a look of realization on his face. I try my hardest to hide my smile as I hold the shirt behind my back.
He holds his hand out. “Hand it over, Sunshine.”
I shake my head slowly. “Come and get it.”
“Hand it over, or you’re going to pay.”