Don't Let Go (21 page)

“Fuck me, Brady!” I scream and he brings his hips up to meet mine. As I go down, he comes up. We are in perfect harmony with each other. I can’t hold the ecstasy back anymore; it is right on the edge, teeter-tottering back and forth.

“I love fucking you, baby,” he shouts through erratic breathing. With that, I fall into rapture and grip his shoulders while he slows his movements into gentle circles, enabling me to enjoy the thrilling waves of pleasure.

“Now, it’s your turn. I want to see you come,” I whisper to him and he starts going faster again, guiding my hips up and down, harder and harder, before he stills inside of me and his head falls on my shoulder.

“Shit that was hot, baby.” Brady hugs me to him, kissing my neck.

“I’d say it was,” a deep voice calls out in the doorway and I freeze while Brady pulls me closer to him, trying to shield me from Rob.

“Get the fuck out, Robbie,” Brady yells and throws a spoon at him.

“I’m going,” he says, backing away from the door. “I think I have to get Jessa or solve this problem on my own,” he mumbles to himself, walking upstairs.

I anxiously get up and throw my shirt over my head, tossing Brady his. I imagine my face is beet red from the heat I feel across my cheeks.

“Just think. If you move in, I could always kick him out.” Brady pulls me into his chest.

“How could you kick him out?” I ask. I believe I already know the answer, but I want Brady to tell me.

“Shit…,” he says, shaking his head, obviously upset with himself. “Sit down, Sadie,” he requests.

I take the chair across from him and Brady brings my coffee to me. He tells me that it’s his house, the house he grew up in. His dad left to live somewhere else and gave him the house, free and clear, no mortgage. He only charges the guys the bare minimum to pay for utilities and a cleaning lady…mystery solved. When I ask him why he kept it from me, he admits he was worried I wouldn’t like him for him but rather what he owned. Jessa knows because Rob told her and he wishes it wouldn’t have been like that, but he didn’t know what to do. As much as it hurts thinking that Brady thought I could have been a materialistic bitch, at the same time, I understand why he was scared. A few years ago, that’s exactly what I was.

After he reveals the truth regarding the house, Brady appears happier, as though a burden is lifted off his shoulders. Unfortunately, it brings about a whole new set of questions. I need to know more about Brady’s parents. Brady says his dad is around, but I never see him and he never talks about him. From what I understood from the conversation with my dad, he retired last year after being the dean of contemporary music. I desperately want to google him, but I’m torn between waiting for Brady to tell me and finding out on my own.

Chapter 22

My mom has called a couple dozen times today. I still haven’t picked up; I don’t even want to mend this fight. After Brady dropped me off last night, I told Jessa the whole sordid story. All she said was ‘Fuck him. I know he’s your dad, Sadie, but what a jackass.’ I couldn’t agree with her more. Then she took me to the cafeteria and we gorged on junk food.

I have already been to the financial aid office this morning, where I was informed that I don’t qualify because of my parents’ income. They told me that a student loan would be the best way, handing me a pamphlet with some names and numbers. After calling a few numbers, I found out that it will be virtually impossible to have the paperwork done since I only have less than two months before second semester starts. I’m probably going to have to take my final semester off, and maybe everything will be handled by the summer. Then I can graduate next winter.

I look at my watch and notice I’m running late to meet Brady. He wants to go with me to spin class. I think he’s just worried about me. When he dropped me off last night, he begged me for ten minutes to pack my bags and come home with him. I insisted that I have to do this on my own. I refuse to go from my dad to Brady.

Swinging my bag over my shoulder, I leave the dorm, practically running to the rec center. When I reach the hill, Vodka Vince is sitting on his usual bench.

“Hiya, Sadie,” he says.

“Hi Vince, how are you today?” I ask, trying to sound unrushed.

“Seen Grant lately?” he questions. Now that he mentions it, I haven’t. Ever since Brady and I got serious, I haven’t gone up to the sixth floor or seen him anywhere else.

“No, I haven’t,” I admit.

“Because of your boyfriend?” For the first time, Vince stares right at me. Something seems different about him today.

“I guess. I spend a lot of time with him,” I say, shrugging.

“Do you love your boyfriend?” Why is he asking me such personal questions?

“Yes,” I honestly answer.

“That’s good.” He smiles. “Well, I see you’re on your way somewhere, get to it.” He motions with his hand to continue down the sidewalk.

“It was nice talking with you, Vince. Take care,” I say, breaking out into a full sprint to get to the rec center on time.

I get to the doors of the building and run right into Brady’s chest. “I was getting worried,” he says, catching me by both arms.

“Sorry…I got held up,” I respond, trying to catch my breath.

“It’s almost starting, let’s go.” I’m happy he doesn’t ask me for more details about my tardiness. I know how he feels about Vince.

We enter the room and the instructor is already there. I’m thankful it isn’t Chad again, but am disappointed that it’s some girl in tight, spandex biker shorts and a small sports bra. She has a spectacular body, all tanned and toned. I notice her eyes following Brady from the door to our bikes. It isn’t the first time I have seen that look from the female population when it comes to my boyfriend. Can I really be offended? They have good taste.

I help Brady set up his bike and he admires me as I’m bent over by making sly comments about my ass. I playfully push him back and he exaggerates losing his footing. We get on our bikes and he starts to change the gears, and I have a feeling this is not his first spin class.

“Brady Carsen!” I quietly chastise him.

“What?” He looks at me sheepishly, knowing he just got caught. “It was too enjoyable, watching you bend over and press your ass against me,” he jokes.

“I thought I heard your annoying laugh,” a female says, stopping beside his bike.

“Maura!” Brady announces, obviously surprised to see her.

“Why on earth are you taking this class? Shouldn’t you be running on the hamster wheel or something?” she teases him and when she finally comes into view, I’m surprised to see who it is.

“I’m here with my girlfriend,” he tells her and leans back on his bike, revealing me.

“Sadie?” she asks, and I have never been so happy to hear my name.

“Well obviously, Maura,” he says, sounding annoyed.

“Sadie.” He looks over at me. “This is my sister, Maura,” he introduces. “Maura, this is Sadie, my girlfriend,” he finishes the introductions.

“Shut up! You’re his girlfriend?” she screeches.

“Yes,” I answer, just as shocked.

“Maura, what the f…?” Brady questions her tone.

“Oh, stop worrying so much. I met her last week at a class. Well, I technically didn’t meet her but we chatted.

“I can only imagine what about,” Brady says, rolling his eyes.

“It would have been a lot more if I would have known she was the infamous Sadie,” Maura answers and takes the bike on the other side of me.

“Just keep the stories to yourself,” Brady tells her seriously, giving Maura a look.

“So, Sadie. Tell me about yourself.” She turns my way, ignoring Brady.

“Um…” I stutter. Then the instructor interrupts us, starting the class. I can’t help the feeling of relief that flows through me. How do you tell your boyfriend’s sister you just got disowned by your parents?

“Pst…Brady,” she loudly whispers.

“What?” Brady answers with annoyance in his voice.

“I need to talk to you after class, something about...” Brady nods his head before she finishes, and then she looks over at me and gives me a small smile before facing forward to concentrate on the class.

I have to admit, watching my amazing boyfriend do a spin class leaves me breathless in more than one way. I want to grab him and run into the locker room to have my way with him in the shower. His silence throughout the class surprises me. Night and day to him in the bedroom. He makes no grunts or noises, just steadily completing the work out. If it wasn’t for his drenched shirt and body, you would have thought the spin class was nothing to him.

After the class, I grab my towel and rub the sweat off me. Sipping out of my water bottle, I notice the playful Brady is gone, replaced by a very serious one. He makes no jokes about my shirt clinging to me, outlining my body. Quietly, he sips his water and stares at Maura. They seem to be having a conversation with no words. Theo and I could do that; I had always thought it was a twin thing but I guess it’s a sibling thing. Before I can ask any questions, Maura says, “It was nice meeting you, Sadie. Brady should bring you over to the house so you can meet the kids and hubby.” She embraces me into a sweaty hug and turns to Brady, doing the same before leaving.

“Sorry about that,” Brady apologizes.

“Why would you be sorry? What a coincidence that I met your sister last week,” I remark, following Brady out the doors.

“She’s a little…excitable.” He stands to the side of the door, allowing me to go first. When we get out to the hallway, I see Kara talking with Maura and I know my shoulders slump and I let out an exasperated breath.

“Oh, look who it is.” I roll my eyes in annoyance. “She knows your sister?”

“Yeah, well…remember I told you, she’s a family friend,” Brady answers and walks us over to the last place I want to go.

“Brady!” she exclaims, swiftly making her way over to us, embracing him. “I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever.”

He slowly removes her arms from his neck and says, “You remember Sadie, my girlfriend?” He reaches his arm around my waist. One of the things I love about Brady is that he’s always forthcoming to people that we are a couple.

“Hi, Sadie,” she leers my way and gives me a once-over before her eyes land back on him.

“So I hear you are playing Grant’s frat party this weekend?” she asks and my head shoots up to him as he glances down at me.

“Oh, how is Grant?” Maura questions Brady.

“I’m only playing it because of the money. Rob booked it. If it was up to me, I wouldn’t play for those fucking douches.” Brady’s voice is full of hostility.

“You really need to let it go, Brady,” Maura says sympathetically and Brady gives her the same shut-your-mouth look that he did earlier.

“Anyway,” she says, clearly irritated. “I need to get back to the kiddos. I swear girls, when you become a mother you will wonder what you did with all that time before them,” she jokes, waving good-bye.

“Bye, Maura,” all three of us say in unison.

“So, can I come to the party?” Kara eagerly asks, and I wonder why she’s asking Brady’s permission.

“Call Grant, I’m sure he’ll let you in,” Brady says with no emotion.

“But I could just come with you and the band,” she whines and it dawns on me that she is asking Brady to bring her to the party.
Um…no
.

“Kara, you can ask one of the guys if you want. Sadie and I will only be there to play and then we are leaving right after,” he reveals and I look up at him, surprised for the second time in this short conversation. Not only did I just find out I’m going to a frat party, but Brady has already decided how long I’ll be staying as well.

“You used to always take me. Remember, Brady? It was always you and me.” She glares at me.

“Well, now it’s me and Brady. I’m sorry Kara, but we have to get going.” I loop my arm through Brady’s, walking us forward. “See you later.”

We get down the hall and Brady leans into my ear, “I like this jealous side of you.”

“There’s something about her Brady I don’t like,” I admit.

“She’s just a young girl, trying to be something she’s not,” he says. He is blind to her infatuation. “Come home with me and show me how much I’m yours,” he requests.

“Gladly,” I say and stop outside the doors to kiss him.

Chapter 23

I finally pick up my phone when my mom calls me for the millionth time. It’s Wednesday and I have punished her unfairly for too long. She’s not the one I have a problem with.

“Hi, Mom,” I answer.

“Sadie,” she sighs and releases a breath. “Finally.”

“I’m sorry, Mom, I should have called you,” I apologize.

“You should have or at least answered your phone. But now that I have you, I don’t care. How are you?” she asks.

“Okay.” I respond, letting her have her say so I can get off the phone.

“I put money into your account today,” she reveals.

“You didn’t have to. I will manage but… thank you,” I quietly express my appreciation.

“Yes, I did. Listen sweetie, I’m coming out this weekend. Don’t try to talk me out of it. I have some things to talk to you about. I won’t be there until Saturday afternoon. I’m only staying one night and then coming back. Your dad thinks I’m going with Audrey to the city for the night.”

“Mom, really, it isn’t necessary. I’m going to get a job…”

“Sadie, I’m coming. You will not talk me out of this. Please be at your dorm around two o’clock,” she interrupts me.

“Okay, Mom,” I grudgingly agree.

“Great, see you then. Love you, Sadie,” she says.

“Bye, Mom,” I reply.

The whole conversation is short and weird, and I can’t imagine what she possibly has to talk to me about. My whole life has been her fulfilling my dad’s wishes. He is the alpha male and head of our household. You don’t dare cross him and I did just that. He holds the checkbook and doles out the money to what and whom he sees fit. My mom has always been given an allowance every month and nothing more. I remember Theo and I sitting at the top of the stairs when we were little, hearing my parents fight over what she spent.

My mom had grown up with money. She was the heir to a multi-million dollar real estate company. But when her father got sick, he had to assign the responsibilities to someone and ultimately signed the company over. Since her mother had died during childbirth and my mom was an only child, there was no one else to leave it to. My grandpa chose my dad, assuming he would be a better fit than his own daughter. That was ten years ago and my dad has reaped the rewards ever since. Obviously, my dad was an educated, wealthy man but after grandpa left him the already established company, he turned filthy rich and instantly changed into someone I didn’t recognize.