Page 56 of The Decoy

My mother looks over at us. “You look tired, Ellis. I have your room ready for you guys,” my mom says as she stands.

Brody stands and holds out his hand to me. And while I’m capable of standing without his help, I take it anyway because I simply love that he’s so sweet.

My dad also gets up and follows us.

“Thanks, Mom. I am getting tired, but I want you to know how much I appreciate today. I love that you want a space for the baby here. It means a lot to me. And it’s also helped to give me a few ideas for my nursery too.”

We walk out of the dining room and toward the staircase. My parents stop at the stairs and hug us both.

“Ellis, you’re my baby. Of course I want space for my family here. Especially my grandchild, whom I’ll love to spoil rotten.” She wraps her hand around my dad’s arm, a loving smile on her face.

“And I want it on record that I’m just as excited as your mother. I can’t wait to be a grandpa.” My dad puffs out his chest just enough for me to notice.

“I love you guys. We’ll see you in the morning, but we can’t stay too long; we have to relieve the dog sitter at Brody’s house by eleven am.”

“Oh yes, that’s fine. I’ll make sure breakfast is ready in time so you can eat before you go.” My mom waves her hand in front of her.

“Good night, Molly and Charles,” Brody says as he wraps an arm around my waist.

“Night, Brody,” they say in unison.

When we reach the top of the staircase, I lead Brody down the hallway and open the white double doors to my childhood bedroom. A king-sized canopy bed is the focal point of the room, but there’s also a gas-powered fireplace, armchairs, and a private balcony overlooking the back lawn.

The minute the bedroom door clicks shut behind us, Brody leans back against it and locks it with a click of the deadbolt. His piercing eyes lock onto mine with an intense hunger that sets my heart racing.

“Finally,” he rasps, his voice thick with an edge that sends a shiver down my spine.

I’m standing near the edge of the bed, hyperaware of the man standing in front of me, but also the fact that we are, in fact, at my parents’ house. Yes, I’m an adult, but I’ve never had sex in my parents’ house while they were home, and I have no doubt that if he keeps looking at me like this, we will be having sex tonight.

“Brody…” I whisper as a sudden rush of anticipation hits me as he begins to walk slowly across the room toward me. He looks like a predator stalking his prey. “You know my parents will be down the hall, right?”

“The doors in this house are like three inches thick. Completely solid oak, Ellis,” he smirks, stopping in front of me. He towers over me, wrapping me in his heat, his presence turning me on instantly. “They won’t hear a damn thing.”

He reaches out, his hands cupping both sides of my face. His thumbs brush over my cheeks, his eyes scanning every inch of my face before dropping to my lips.

“Don’t think I didn’t notice you sneaking glances at me all through dinner,” he accuses, his breath fanning against my mouth, making my head swim. “Like you wanted to tear my sweater off right in front of your parents.”

A breathless laugh escapes me, my hands rising to rest on his chest. “I can’t lie…I was thinking about it. It’s not my fault you look ridiculously sexy all the time.”

“Mhmm,” he smiles, his hands sliding down my cheeks, along my neck, down to my chest, finally reaching my breasts and cupping them. He squeezes gently through my clothes, making my nipples harden instantly into tight peaks against his palms. “Your breathing changed every time I looked at you. I think you wanted me as badly as I wanted you today.”

The feeling of his hands on my body after hours of restraint is almost like slow torture. I reach up, my fingers gripping the knit of his sweater, and pull him down until our lips touch.

“I absolutely did,” I say shamelessly against his mouth, letting my hips press forward into his, feeling his hard cock.

“So what are you going to do about it, Princess?”

“I have two pairs of lips for a reason, Vaughn. You can either shut me up or fill me up. The choice is yours.”

He lets out a low, deep growl from his chest.

And he doesn’t waste another second. His mouth crashes down on mine in a deep, hot kiss that instantly steals the air from my lungs. His tongue parts my lips with ruthless precision, taking command, tasting me with a greedy hunger.

I arch up into him, my fingers locking tightly into the thick dark hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him as close as possible.

His hands slide down my back, gathering the hem of my sweater. He pulls it over my stomach and lifts it over my head in one swift tug, tossing it behind him. He takes off my leggings next, leaving me in a pair of lacy black panties and a bra.

Brody steps back slightly, his breaths coming faster now, his eyes roaming over my body. My breasts are full and spilling over the lace. My stomach is round and smooth, a visible sign of the child I’m growing inside me.