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"The Rented Husband"

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Chapter 38

     "So," Brody started, twirling Olivia around on the make-shift dance floor, "You want to make a break for it?"  The wedding ceremony was long over, dinner had been served, toasts had been made and the bride and groom had just exited the building for a honey moon of their own.  Lazy music was still playing in the back ground and the crowd had been cut in half. The feel of a soft, warm woman in his arms was doing quite a number on him.

     She smiled into his shirt, her head pressed up against his chest.  "A break you say, what kind of break did you have in mind Mr. O'Connor?"

     "Mmm," he murmured low in her ear, nipping at the small lobe and then licking over the little love bite to soothe the sting.   "A break," he breathed, tightening his hold on her.  As their bodies moved in time with the music, he let his hands slide down to the curves just below her hips.  "Ever since you agreed to be my wife, I've thought about nothing other than getting you alone and finishing what we started before we were so rudely interrupted." 

     "Hmm," she concurred, remembering all to well how good he made her feel under the spray of the warm water of the shower.  "I think I would like to make a break for it, especially if it means that I get to spend time alone with my new fiance."

     Brody lifted his head and searched the room.  Those that were left all seemed to be absolved in their own little worlds.  Sneaking out of the reception shouldn't be all that big of a deal.  "Come on," he said, releasing her hips and grabbing her hand.  She giggled as he pulled her to the back of the room and stalked towards the door way. 

     Half way there, he stopped and glanced back over his shoulder, shooting her one on his brilliant smiles.   What? He mouthed, when she smiled back at him.  Olivia shook her head.  "Nothing, just move your feet and go."

     "Okay."  He chuckled, holding up his hands in surrender.  "I'm going," he added and started to move again.  He was going to get her alone this time and nothing short of a bomb exploding would stop him. He had been waiting and anticipating entirely too long to see what she would feel like underneath him, how she would look when she peaked.  He gritted his teeth, feeling himself grow hard at the mere thought of finally being able to make slow, sweet, passionate love to her.

     They slid through the door, hand in hand and was about to round the corner when a familiar face stepped in front of him.  "Brody," Ted said holding his hand out in front of him in greeting.

     Brody glanced at the hand he held out and took it with his free hand.  "Sir," he nodded, and waited to see what the old man had to say. If the expression on his face said anything, he most definitely had something on his mind.

     Ted glanced over at Olivia, the only daughter of his who had yet to marry.  There were times that he wondered if she would ever marry.  Unfortunately, she was so much like him it was scary and that meant she was as stubborn as the stock that she came from.  When he first met Brody, he thought he was nothing more that one of those upper class yahoos that cared more about their looks than they did about a woman's feelings.  Now though, he knew differently.  Brody was a man that had earned his worth.  He was good for his baby girl.  He would take care of her and keep her out of trouble.  He smiled at that particular thought, most of the time anyway.

     "I just wanted to say congratulations," Ted said, looking at Brody then turning to his daughter.  "And," he let out a small sigh, "Thank you."

     Brody slighted and cocked his head to the side.  "Thank  you," he whispered, curious as to what he was actually thanking him for.  Was the man goading him or was he being genuine?  When Ted's lips curled up into some semblance of a smile and he stepped forward, engulfing him in a manly hug, he had his answer. 

     Too stunned to speak, he awkwardly patted the mans back and waited for him to release him.  When the hug was over, Ted never met his eyes, instead, he turned to Olivia, hugged her as well and kissed her on the cheek.  Without speaking, he walked between them and disappeared into the reception room that they just left.

     "What was that?" Brody asked, his brows wrinkling up to form a perfect frown.  He had turned his head, staring at the empty doorway and scratched at his head. 

     Olivia laughed out loud and reached for his hand, giving him a tug forward.  She was more interested in getting up to the room.  "I think that means he just accepted  you."

     Brody was more than willing to let himself be led, especially when it was his beautiful fiance taking him in hand.  "Me?" He said, not bothering to hide his surprise.

     "Yes, you," she agreed, stopping at the elevator and pressing the button that would take them up.  She turned around and wrapped her arms around his neck.  That's supposed to be a good thing." 

     "If you say so," he said, staring down into her dark eyes, eyes that watched and tempted him, eyes that drove him wild.  Leaning in, he lightly brushed his lips against hers just because at this point, he couldn't not kiss her.  He needed her like he had never needed any other.  

     The elevator bell dinged, and the door slowly opened.  Brody backed into the elevator, pulling Olivia with him.  Leaning over her, he pressed the button that would take them up to their floor.  As the door closed, he glanced back down at her and let out a slow breath, "Do you have the faintest idea what you do to me Liv?"

     Her slow and sexy grin coupled with the way that her fingers played with the hair at the nape of his neck sent all kinds of interesting feelings through his blood stream and to his head.  "Ohhh," she drawled out, " I think I have a pretty good idea."

     "You do, huh?"

     "Actually, yeah." She continued to twiddle her fingers at the back of his neck, taking satisfaction in the way that his pupils darkened a shade and then dilated.  "Probably the same exact things that you do to me."

     "Really?" He tilted his head back some to see her better, "And what would some of those things be?"

     The elevator door opened again and Olivia pulled out of his arms.  She grabbed him by the hand and pulled him into the hallway.  "I have a better idea, why don't I just show you instead." 

     "I'm down with that," he remarked, stopping in front of their hotel room door.  He grabbed the key out of his back pocket and double checked the room number to make sure they had the right room.  Satisfied, he quickly swiped the key and pushed open the door, waving Olivia in.  "Ladies first."

     She smiled again and lowered her lashes, as she sashayed past him.  She made sure to add a little hip action in her walk, hoping to tempt him.  If the growl sound that he made low in his throat was anything to go by, her mission was successfully accomplished. 

     Brody gulped when she entered the room.  Finally, he thought to himself.  After all this time, he was going to make her his.  When she began to strut, her hips moving teasingly from side to side, his control finally snapped.  All afternoon, he reigned it in, held on to it with all that he had.  Now, it was long gone.

     He followed her into the room, kicking the door closed with the heel of his boot.  In three quick strides he was on her.  Turning her around, he let go of all pretenses and covered her mouth with his.  Tasting, sipping and reveling in the heat that she so openly offered to him.  She was sweet, so damn sweet that he could stand there and kiss her all night if she allowed him.  Just as long as she was here, with him.

     When Brody's lips touched her mouth, she was gone.  The fire that had been so carefully banked within her flared to life.  She felt the effects of his kiss all the way down to her toes.  Unwilling to wait, she started to tug at the buttons of his shirt.  It took her all of ten seconds to say the hell with it and jerk the shirt open, letting the buttons fly across the room.  

     He chuckled against her mouth but let her pull the shirt off of him, all the while letting his lips travel along the length of her jaw.  Her small fingers splayed against his chest and his breath hitched as the sensation rolled through him.  Feeling more out of control than ever, he forced himself to take a step back and turned her around.  He struggled to temper out his breathing, needing her naked, wanting to feel her skin to skin.

     She started to protest his distance when suddenly, with practiced hands, he pulled down the zipper to her dress and removed it all in one felt swoop.  "Ssh," he hoarsely whispered, pulling her back to his chest.  Dropping his head, he laid a kiss on her bare shoulder.  "Slowly," he said, kissing along the side of her neck.  "I want to do this very slow."

     Reaching behind her, she leaned into him and wrapped her hands around his neck.  "Okay," she agreed and felt the heat of his hands as he traced along the sides of her body.  "You are so beautiful," he muttered, finding the sweet spot up under her ear.  "So incredibly beautiful."

     Olivia was lost.  He pretty much had her at hello, it just took her some time to realize it.  Soon enough, she would be married to this man but right now, she was going to make love to him.   "Brody," she sighed, turning around in his arms, "Don't make me wait, please."

     He took her face in his hands, dropped a sweet kiss on her forehead and then gently lifted her into his arms.  "Love me," he told her, revealing all of his vulnerability through those two words, "Just love me." 

     "Always,"  she replied sitting on the edge of the bed.  She crawled up on her knees to watch him.  She looked like an angel, sitting there in nothing more than her lacy white bra and matching slip of panties.  She still had on her heels and her garter and it was like his ultimate fantasy come to life. 

     He worked fast to rid himself of the rest of his clothing.  First he kicked off his boots, then he pushed off his pants.  Last but not least, he all but tossed his socks to the side.  He hadn't bothered with boxers today, thank God, so baring himself to her was a quick and easy process.  Standing there in front of her, naked as the day he was born, he had never been so aroused in his life. 

     Olivia beckoned him to her with two fingers, the sight making his arousal almost painful in it's intensity.  He crossed the room and captured her mouth, easily laying her back on the bed.  He came over her and proceeded to kiss every inch of visible skin, starting with the top of her head, working his way down to her chest where he skillfully removed her bra, revealing to him unbidden treasures.   Her breathy moans urged him on as his mouth continued to travel down the length of her abdomen, stopping just above the intricate lace of her panties. 

     He tucked his trembling fingers into the waist line and slowly drew her panties down her silky thighs and over the crest of her feet.  Now, he grinned, sitting up enough so that he could get a good look at her.  "Perfection," he breathed out, letting his fingers slowly dance back up her legs.  "Absolute perfection."

     Her hands wrapped around the center of his back.  "This," she said, getting her feel of his taught muscles, "Is perfection."

     He hovered over her now, his mouth only scant inches from hers.  "I beg to disagree Counselor."

     She smiled back at him, that confident smile that she used to sway many juries back home.  "You do, do you?" She quipped and then licked along his bottom lip.  "This is one argument that I can guarantee you won't win Counselor." 

     He grunted, and let it go for now.  He had more important things that he wanted to do with her mouth than to listen to her argue with him.  Pressing his lips to hers, they started out slow.  Hands moving and touching each other.  Discovering each other and bringing each other insurmountable pleasures.  There bodies began to move and writhe together in a mating dance as old as time. When she was good and ready, Brody united them together in one long, deep thrust.

     She gasped at the sudden invasion and before she could think, he started to move.  It was a beautiful tango that went back and forth, driving the two of them towards a crescendo like no other.  Up and up they went, sweat drenched bodies gliding together until that one pivotal moment- that single moment where everything in Olivia broke apart and her muscles contracted, sending Brody into a state of unimaginable oblivion.  On a muted growl, he called out her name as his whole body stiffened and seconds later, he collapsed on top of her, struggling to hold off the majority of his weight.

     For several long minutes, neither of them spoke.  They laid there in each others arms, the only sounds in the room was the sound of their hard pants as they both worked to calm down.  "That was...... that was......," Olivia started and then stopped at a total loss of words.  Instead of speaking, she kissed his bare chest.

     "Yeah," Brody agreed, moving to the side of her.  He pulled her along side of him so that she was tucked into his side and pressed a sweet kiss on the back of her neck.  "That was simply amazing."  He kissed her shoulder this time and rested his head against the pillow.  "And to think, this is only the beginning Liv," he smiled into her hair, "The beginning of a life time."

A/N... I decided to do a bonus chapter :), thanks to the encouragement of my loving husband, so I hope it's worth it.  There is still going to be an epilogue to tie up the loose ends at the first of the week.  Thanks again for your incredible support.  You guys have been simply amazing!