Filed to story: Katy and Brayden Cooper Novel
“Take this off,” he orders, as he grabs my shirt, already pulling. In a split second, it’s gone, tossed somewhere over the messy desk, and his hot mouth clamps down immediately on my n****e.
“Oh, Brayd..,” I start to whisper, but the name dies in my throat as he sucks hard, pulling my skin tight. I’m instantly dizzy, a hot, liquid need rushing through me. I plunge my hands into his hair, pushing his head down, encouraging the pleasure as his tongue swirls and teases me. He moves to the other side while his fingers torture the first, and I’m a shivering, desperate mess on his lap.
“I need to feel you on my mouth,” he murmurs, lifting his head just enough for his eyes to lock onto mine. “Will you let me?”
My head is bobbing into a frantic, immediate nod before I even process the question. He spins me then, pinning me to the mattress, and I swallow as his gaze, hot and dark, fixes on
Slowly, his hands begin their dance, tracing a line from my ankles, up my calves, and then across the skin of my thighs. The feeling is intoxicating, making my head swim. Just as his fingers brush the sensitive skin of my inner thigh-
“Katy?”
We freeze. My eyes fly open, darting to the door. A knock follows, and my phone starts buzzing its ugly, cheerful ringtone on the bedside table.
In a flash of panicked adrenaline, I scramble off the bed, grabbing my top and shoving it over my head. I grab the phone and it’s Mrs. Katherine calling.
KATY’S POV
My eyes widen, and instinctively, I press a finger to my lips, signaling Braydon to keep quiet. His brows pull together in confusion, but I don’t wait for him to get it. Grabbing his arm, I tug him toward the bathroom.
“Don’t make a sound,” I whisper, my voice barely audible. He nods, his eyes glinting with amusement like this is some kind of game, but it’s not funny. My pulse is all over the place as I quietly shut the bathroom door behind him.
For a second, I stand there, adjusting my shirt and trying to catch my breath. I know there’s nothing technically wrong with what we’re doing but it definitely doesn’t feel right having him here when Mrs. Katherine’s the one who paid for this room. The thought of her walking in and finding a very sex-craving jock in here is not the kind of image I want to leave her with.
I take a deep breath, plaster on a sleepy face, and swing open the door. Immediately she sees me, she exhales like she’s been holding her breath and worrying.
“Were you sleeping already?” she asks, pressing her lips together.
“Almost,” I say, letting out a fake yawn and rubbing my eyes. “Have you been waiting out here for long?”
“Oh no.” She shakes her head quickly, her ponytail bouncing. Then she lifts the plastic bags in her hands with a shy little smile. “I just realized I never asked if you had dinner. And then I remembered how ridiculously overpriced hotel food is for a college student, so…” She gestures with the bags. “I grabbed a few things for you. Didn’t think you’d be asleep already.”
“It’s fine,” I say a little too fast, cutting her off before guilt can eat me alive. “I’m actually starving, honestly and that’s probably why I slept so early.”
She seems relieved, her shoulders relaxing as she steps forward and presses the bags into my arms and I nearly drop them because of the weight.
“Whoa…what’s in here, bricks?” I whisper under my breath, trying to balance them. There’s at least three takeout boxes and what feels like a two-liter drink.
She just laughs softly and reaches up to pat my chin, the way moms do. “You can refrigerate some of them,” she says. “There’s some pizza, juice, and sandwiches…oh, and doughnuts for breakfast.”
My chest warms, guilt mixing with gratitude. Here she is, standing in the hallway with takeout and good intentions, while I’ve got a very horny Braydon hiding in the bathroom behind me.
“Thank you,” I murmur softly, clutching the bags a little tighter. “I’ll definitely eat them all.”
She chuckles. “You don’t have to. I probably bought too much.” She grabs my shirt with her finger. “You’ve lost a little bit of weight so….”
I shyly bite my lips. “I didn’t even notice.”
She laughs, then exhales. “Allie’s getting her feeding tube out tomorrow,” she says. “So… hopefully all this is over soon.”
I nod, trying to ignore the way my chest tightens at the mention of Allie. “She’s been through a lot these past few days. I just really need her to recover.”
She gives me a gentle pat on the arm. “She’ll be fine. Good night, Katy.”
“Good night, Mrs Katherine.” I respond and then she turns down the hall and I wait until she’s out of sight, then quietly close the door.
The second it clicks shut, I lean against it, exhaling hard, the bags digging into my arms.
“Is she gone?”
“Oh, Jesus!” I flinch so hard the bags almost hit the floor and my heart’s still in my throat when I realize it’s Braydon’s voice.
He’s standing a few feet away, one eyebrow raised. “Did you already forget you locked me in there?” he asks, nodding toward the bathroom.
I shoot him a glare. “I didn’t lock you in there. I was saving your ass.”
“Same difference,” he mutters, stretching his arms behind his head.
I shake my head quickly and move to the bedside table, setting the bags down. The smell of pizza, sandwiches, and something sweet fills the room. When I peek inside, I find at least two days’ worth of food…maybe three.
“How on earth am I supposed to eat all this?” I mumble, half to myself.
And yeah, Braydon’s still standing behind me. I can feel him there, like the air shifts every time he breathes. Heat rushes up my neck, crawling all the way to my ears, and suddenly every decision I’ve made in the last ten minutes feels like it’s closing in on me.
God. I kissed him first and if that’s not bad enough, I asked him to… No. Nope. We’re not going there.
I can’t just pretend none of that happened and casually go in for round two. I can’t also invite him to eat all these with me because it would be awkward as hell. There’s a clear glitch in the vibe now, and keeping it up would only make things weird. But what’s even more awkward? Admitting that, yeah, I did want to fuck Braydon Cooper.
Surely, the universe has a sick sense of humor because I literally just told myself he was warm and selfless a few minutes ago. As if I forgot the golden rule everyone on campus knows about him-Braydon doesn’t date. Period. He hooks up, he leaves, and that’s it. He’s still a good person who doesn’t date.
And me? I’m not the hook-up type. Never have been. I don’t do just for fun anything, especially with him. So yeah, whatever temporary blackout I had back there is officially over. I’ve rebooted. I’m fine. Totally fine.
I force myself to turn around, pasting on a smile that feels way too bright for the moment. He’s watching me with a dark look that makes my pulse skip a beat for no good reason.
“That wine,” I say, pretending to be tipsy as I rake a hand through my hair. “Was it… uh… alcoholic?”
God, Katy. The award for worst actress goes to you tonight.
Braydon exhales, his brows lifting slightly. “Have you ever had non-alcoholic wine, Katy?”
He takes a slow step closer, and my body reacts before my brain catches up. I shrink back instinctively, my pulse tripping over itself..
“I… I think I had too much of it,” I whisper, heat rising in my throat. I can barely hold his gaze and I expect him to tease me or call me out for the world’s lamest attempt at pretending I’m drunk but he doesn’t.
Instead he nods and rubs his forehead, sighing. “I can’t believe I let you drink that much.” He lifts his hand, brushing a finger under my chin as his eyes search my face with an intensity that makes my heart stutter.
Suddenly, I can see a flicker of guilt in his eyes and it hits me right in the ribs. My heart squeezes painfully. Is he regretting kissing me? Does he think I made a move on him because I was drunk?
“Braydon, it’s ” I start, but he cuts me off before I can finish.
“Let’s get you to bed.”