MISSING YOU; Bradley Simpson

27.

EVELYN

I spend the whole afternoon with Sasha, until my brother comes home hurriedly to comfort his wife. I could tell before I left that he was on the verge of crying, too, but stayed strong for Sasha.

When I get home, a worried Brad and a happy Faith practically run up to me. Faith hugs my leg while shouting 'mommy' and Brad pulls me in a hug.

"Where have you been?" I can sense the relief in his voice.

"Calm down," I pull away with a chuckle. "I've been with Sasha. Why are you so worried?"

"Your dad didn't know where you went, Faith neither and you wouldn't pick up your damn phone," Brad glares at me.

"My batter died, I'm sorry," I peck his lips, earning the effect I wanted. Brad calms down in no time.

"Why did you hurry off like that?" he asks as the three of us walk into the living room.

"Sasha had a miscarriage. She didn't know she was pregnant," I tell him with a sad sigh.

"Wow, that must be shitty," Brad says, thinking about it. "How is she?"

"Pretty bad. After I drove her home she couldn't stop crying," I sigh, feeling sympathy for Sasha.

Brad decides we should drop the subject and he turns on the TV, switching through the channels. "I've read the draft you wrote to your new book," he starts. "It's really good."

"Thanks," I kiss his cheek before continuing to write.

As I write in silence and Brad watches the TV next to me, my father comes into the living room.

"Just wanted to check if you're okay," the older man says, stopping in the doorway. "I will make us some lunch," he leaves the room and goes right into the kitchen.

I sigh, putting down my laptop and just staring ahead of me. I know it was just a stupid mistake he did one night, but he was an alcoholic. He shouldn't have drank so much. What if he falls back? I won't be able to even look at him. All the things he did back then while he was drunk . . . I can't watch him destroy anything again.

"You okay?" Brad's voice and his hand on my thigh pulls me back to reality.

"Yeah, I just . . . zoned out a little," I shake my head to get rid of the images of my father drunkenly hitting my mom.

"You clearly need some distraction," his hand travels further up my thigh, making my breath become heavier. "And I can give you that," he whisper slowly.

Without even thinking, I stand up and start pulling my fiancé after myself into the bedroom. He makes sure to lock the door, so no one will interrupt us, then turns to me and starts kissing me hungrily. We start walking backwards, my feet hitting the bed before I fall down. Brad hovers over me, not breaking the kiss. My hands slowly slide down from his toned chest to the hem of his shirt and I take it off. Before he kisses me again, Brad quickly takes off my shirt and throws it next to his, pulling my lips back into a passionate kiss.

When both of our pants are on the ground, I flip us around and start sucking on Brad's neck, finding the most sensitive area. He lets out a groan of pleasure, groping my hips and moving me around on his already hardening crotch. I pull away from his neck to make sure I left a visible mark. Once I see the purple spot, I start kissing down his chest and stop just above his boxers. I slowly pull them down with one hand and take him into my mouth. Brad lets out a long breath, his fingers curling into my hair and helping me move my head in the rhythm he wants me to. Before he gets a chance to come, he pulls my head back and lays me down.

Brad starts doing the same moves as me, from leaving a hickey on my neck to slowly kiss down my stomach. Before he leaves my chest, he pulls on my nipples with his teeth. The curly haired boy slowly takes off my panties and throws them away. I have to cover my mouth once I feel his tongue touching me, then start moaning into my palm as he licks and starts pumping two fingers inside me. He makes me come this way, letting me catch my breath before kissing my lips passionately and slowly entering me. I gasp into his mouth, making him smirk into the kiss.

Brad pulls away and covers my mouth with one of his hands, while the other one holds him up above me. My eyes roll back into my head as I bite down on his palm to keep myself from screaming his name while I come. Brad comes a few seconds after me, pulling out and laying on top of me.

"Fuck," Brad pants. "I can't believe I was able to live without having you like this for a whole week," he gets off of me and rolls onto his side of the bed.

"I know," I giggle, cuddling up to him.

Yes, it's been a week since we last had sex. He's been working a lot lately on new music and was really tired every time he got home, so I didn't even try to make a move. This time felt like it's been months since we last did it.

"Imagine what I'd do to you on our honeymoon," he whispers in my ear. I bite my lips, trying my hardest not to imagine anything, because I would jump on him right away.

"I can't wait," I kiss him quickly before getting up and putting my clothes back on, changing my panties.

"Where are you going?" Brad reaches for me with a pout.

"To eat lunch," I chuckle, waiting for him to get dressed before going out into the kitchen.

We both go out into the kitchen, Faith already eating. Her eyes light up as she sees me and her father sitting down at the kitchen table. My father serves three plates of his delicious food, sitting opposite of me. I start eating silently, wishing he'd leave the room, because it just feels too awkward.

Like he can read my mind, the older man stands up with his plate. "I'll be in my room, I need to search for a job," he informs us before leaving.

I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. Brad puts his hand on my knee and gives it a reassuring squeeze. I turn my head in his direction and smile at him thankfully.