Heart of Steel: B. Bradshaw

Nine: Where's My Bra?

If you could have asked Steely where she pictured she would wake up, her current situation would not have come to mind. The sun peaked through the light green curtains telling her that it must have been mid day. She went to roll over but was stuck in place.

Green eyes snapped open and looked around. Good, she was still in her room but who in the hell was wrapped completely around her. She trailed her eyes down the arms snug on her waist and peaked at the hand holding hers. That damn ring will be the root of her new nightmares.

Why was she in bed with Bradley Bradshaw. Oh god, this was awful and her head hurt like a bitch. She untangled her hands from Bradley's and scrubbed them across her face in confusion.

Suddenly he began to stir, and in the most panty dropping raspy voice he spoke.

"Good morning pretty."

"Get out of my fucking bed," her voice was panicky as she demanded. He huffed a laugh into the crook of her neck and pressed his lips to the skin in front of him.

"Last time I checked you were the one who invited me here in the first place."

"No I wouldn't never do that."

"You did."

"I didn't."

"You did."

"Okay enough of this back and forth bullshit, I was obviously sloshed off my ass and I made a poor choice. Now that I have a clear headspace I need you to get out of my bed before I freak out," she turned back around to face him. Their noses brushed together at the proximity and he grinned widely.

"Oh before, so your not freaking out now?"

"This is not the time to be a smart ass Bradshaw," his laughed rasped through her ears and she had to clamp her mouth shut to prevent a small moan from breaking free.

"No, Im too comfortable," Bradley moved his arm that was under the blanket higher up on her chest. She felt his forearm brush against her nipples and she immediately stiffened up.

Steely pulled the blankets up over her head and looked down at her body. She was completely naked underneath the cover and from one sideways glance he only had on a pair of boxers.

"Oh my fucking god... WHY AM I NAKED?" she really began to panic and tried to launch herself away from him but he used his other arm to tighten his grip on her lower stomach.

"Please tell me we didn't have sex, oh shit Im never drinking again."

Bradley laughed so loud that it caused Steely to immediately shut up from shock. It almost hurt her feelings from how hard he was laughing.

"Stop laughing like a monkey my head hurts."

"Believe me pretty if we had sex you would remember," Steely's cheeks burned bright red and she covered her face with her hands totally forgetting that she was using them as coverage. Her bare tits now on display for Bradley's eyes.

"Oh god, Oh god, Oh god," she had never been more embarrassed in her life as she scrambled off the bed finally breaking free from his grip and dashing into the bathroom as fast as she could.

She ripped her bathrobe off the hook and quickly tied it around herself. Her ass met the colt tile of the bathroom floor and she resisted the urge to rip her hair out of her scalp. A knock sounded at the door behind her back.

"Go home Bradley."

"I would have fought with you more last night if knew how freaked out you would be this morning."

"What?"

"We didn't have sex Sunshine. I brought you up here and you begged me to lay with you until you fell asleep, next thing I know you were flying into the bed bare ass naked and you refused to put any clothes on," she felt him slid down to sit against the door on the other side.