Our Bruised Bodies | Bradley Bradshaw

ACT ONE - PART TWO

Cheers, here we go!

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He was having fun, sitting there with some of his friends, having a couple of drinks and enjoying the night as he watched Grace leave the kitchen. A cup of something in her hand, while she wore tight black jeans, he knew weren't her own, and that top, that wasn't much of a top at all wasn't hers either. Maverick would lose it over seeing her in something like that, not even to mention Ice's reaction to it.

"What are you doing on your own?" He muttered to himself, not loud enough for any of his friends to hear as he watched Grace looking around. Most likely searching for Jenny. Her friend, who had promised him in all sincerity that Grace wouldn't be alone for even a single moment the entire night. That was the only reason why he had agreed in the end to help her go to the party after making sure she understood that she owned him big time for this. Ice and Mav would so make them pay for this, so he had tried to enjoy it while it lasted.

"Bradshaw, you're with us?" One of his friends asked which caused him to nod and look over at him, before he gave a smile, but once his friend was happy with his answer, he looked back over his shoulder again, only to find fucking Killian right next to Gracie, talking down at her. The high difference comically. He said something, causing Grace to nod, before she followed Killian, which caused the blood in his veins to freeze.

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"Let's take a seat." Killian told Grace, as he opened a door, only for her to stumble into a dark room, before Killian turned on the light, causing her to realise that she was in the bathroom.

"I don't need to take a seat. I'm fine. I'm looking for Jenny." She said turning around to him, her head was getting foggy from the drinks she had, she could already feel it and it caused panic to rise in her throat.

"Come take a seat, just for a moment." She wondered where she even was supposed to take a seat, but the question was needless as Killian slipped his hands around her hips, causing Grace's eyes to widen in surprise. They were so big, his palms alone would have been enough to cover her hips, as he lifted her up, only to sit her down on the washing machine. The sudden movement causing her old money blonde hair to fall into her face, only for her to reach out and smooth it back, while trying to close her legs, but Killian was already there. Standing between her legs and moving his big hands to brush her hair out of her face, with both hands, only to leave them in her hair, cupping her skull.

"No, I don't want to." She told him strongly, stubbornly, while trying to get down form the washing machine, but he held her in place.

"You are so very pretty, I can't even tell you." Killian said, which caused Grace's confused expression to sour even more, telling Killian that she hadn't had enough to drink just yet. He should have waited a bit longer. Of course, Bradshaw's bitch of a sister would be a handful.

He moved one of his hands down her hips again and pulled her forward, so she was sitting just on the edge of the washing machine. His own lower body leaned against hers, where she could feel how pretty he really thought her to be, but other than anticipation, fear bloomed in her eyes.

"I need to find Jenny." Grace told him, her hands on his chest the entire time, keeping him at armlength but now she was actively pushing him away, which caused Killian to gather her arms around the elbow to hold in each of his hands, while he leaned in.

"Andy said you're a sweet girl. Why don't you be a sweet girl for me?" He told her, holding her closer than she had allowed before, but even though she tried to push him away now, protesting, he didn't give her an inch. Ignoring the cold shiver that had run down her spine.