Chapter 100: Jean Broody vs. Bradley Jackson ~ When suppressed desires explode… Test drive!

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"Hurry, Jean." Bradley whimpered, wriggling his arse.

"This is going to burn, baby," Jean warned as he dropped his jeans to his thigh. "Breathe." He leaned down to give the beautifully exposed rosette a quick lick. Then he lined himself up and began to push in.

"Holy fuck." Bradley gasped.

"Use the pillow, baby." Jean paused until Bradley grabbed a pillow and buried his face in it before resuming his slow penetration.

When Jean eventually bottomed out, they both let out a contented breath. The grip on his cock was so exquisite Jean's control fled right out of the window. With his hands firmly gripping Bradley's waist, he fucked him hard and fast, pegging his gland in a relentless frenzy. Bradley couldn't hold back his screams of pleasure. As he screamed into the pillow, Jean threw back his head and bit his lower lip to stop himself from giving in to the urge to cry out in ecstasy. It was so good.

"Oh god, tell me you're close, baby." Jean gasped as his thrusts became more aggressive, a sign that he was about to come. He felt the familiar, rhythmic contractions on his cock before he heard Bradley's muffled scream that he was coming. "Fuck!" Jean pulled out and cupped his palm around his spurting cockhead. "Brad..." He gasped as he allowed his upper body to drop onto Bradley's back. They both shook with the intensity of their climax.

Before they could completely catch their breath, Jean got off Bradley and pulled out some tissues to wipe his hand and cock. When he was done, he grabbed fresh tissues and then pulled up Bradley, whose hand was still wrapped around the head of his cock. As Jean wiped Bradley clean, he claimed the mouth of the still dazed soldier in a sweet kiss.

"Why did you pull out?" Bradley asked shakily when the kiss ended.

"I didn't want you walking around with cum leaking out of you," Jean muttered.

"I love to feel you inside me even when you're not." He groaned.

"Oh, you're going to feel me alright." Jean drawled as he drew Bradley off the bed and pulled up his pants.

"That was wild, naughty, and wonderful." Bradley moaned, allowing himself to be pulled into the en-suite bathroom.

"You never cease to amaze me, Bradley Jackson." Jean shook his head in amused awe as he washed his hands. "And they say I'm the crazy one."

By the time Bradley and Jean got downstairs, Elizabeth was waiting in the dining area. "Everything to your satisfaction?" She asked with a twinkle in her eyes, pointedly staring at the box of tissues in Jean's hand.

"Everything is great," Jean responded as he placed the tissue back in its original place. "It's very important to know how strong the bed is."

"Jean..." Bradley groaned under his breath.

"And how was it?" Elizabeth looked tickled. "The bed I mean."

Jean deliberately ran his eyes slowly over Bradley, seductively licked his lips, and then looked at Elizabeth from beneath his lashes. "What do you think?" His husky drawl drew an uncontrollable moan from Bradley. "Orgasmic." Elizabeth burst into laughter.

"Listen, I'm sorry about that," Bradley murmured as he threw Jean a withering look.

"Oh, you don't have to be." Elizabeth laughed. "I'm used to people wanting to really check a house before they buy. Some people even check out the walls, if you know what I mean."

"Well, who said we didn't..." Jean chuckled.

"Will you shut up, Jean," Bradley growled, giving Elizabeth an apologetic look.

"Aw don't worry, it's obvious Dr. Broody was the one who wanted to do all the checking." She gave Jean a wink.

"If only she knew," Jean muttered. Aloud, he asked..."When can we move in?"

"It's already yours." She informed them. "You can move in anytime. Even today."

"Good." Bradley nodded. "I suppose you've called Saul?" He dialed Saul's number.

"I have, Lt. Jackson." Elizabeth pushed some documents towards Bradley. "If you could just read these, sign them, and let me have them by tomorrow..."

"Has Saul read it?" Bradley asked just as Saul picked up. "Is everything good?" He asked without preamble.

"Yes." Saul chuckled.

"Good. I'm signing the documents now." Bradley said as he signed. "How's it going with the search for a housekeeper?"

"We've already screened seven candidates and picked out the best three," Saul informed Bradley. "Yolanda will interview the three tomorrow morning and make her pick."

"Great. I can have a chat with whoever she settles on before we leave tomorrow." Bradley gave the signed documents back to Elizabeth. "Thank you, Saul."

"Anytime, Jeffery."

"It was nice doing business with you, Elizabeth." Bradley shook the hand of Elizabeth.

"Same here, Lt..."

"Under the circumstances, I think just Jackson would do just fine." Bradley chuckled, making Elizabeth laugh.

Jean chose to kiss Elizabeth on both cheeks, making her have a full-body blush. "We will get in touch anytime we need a house." He drawled, making Bradley snort with amusement.

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"It's been a good day," Jean murmured as he relaxed in the passenger seat.

"Thank you, baby," Bradley murmured, reaching out to grab Jean's hand. "I wouldn't have been able to go through all this without you."

"You're stronger than you think, Bradley." Jean turned his head to watch Bradley drive. "But since you're feeling thankful and all, you can show me just how much, when we land on Quain Islands tomorrow. God, I'm going to fuck you until you can't even stand." He murmured huskily. "That sweet hole of yours...I'm going to tongue it until you drool, finger it until you scream, and dick it so good you're going to pass out."

"Shit..." Bradley snatched back his hand and adjusted his hard dick in his pants. "Will you please stop talking like that?" He groaned.

Jean's eyes dropped to the blatant dick print along Bradley's thigh. "Hmm...I like this." He murmured, reaching out to caress Bradley through his pants.

"Jean, please..."

"Just reduce your speed, Bradley." Jean gently scratched the sensitive ridge beneath the head. "You'll be fine." He squeezed the head and moaned as it jerked. "So responsive..." He murmured, stroking the entire length.

Bradley couldn't help his moans. But for the fact that he'd busted a nut before they'd left the new house, he would have come and soiled his pants. Jean drove him crazy and he loved it...and the man himself, to bits.

***

Dinner that evening with Yolanda was fun and absolutely lovely. They'd chosen a posh restaurant that offered both good live music and superlative food. After some good food and some good booze, the two men took turns dancing with Yolanda. They had a good time. Yolanda couldn't stop talking about her new laptop. It had been delivered to her at some point that day, with her personal instructor. She was a happy woman. All three felt so free and open, Bradley decide to ask a question that had been on his mind since that morning.

"So...Ma, what's the story with Saul?" Bradley heard Jean's groan beside him but ignored it. They hadn't voiced out their suspicions to each other but from Jean's groan, Bradley could tell he'd also had the same thoughts as he.

Yolanda's expression didn't change. "He's a widower. Been for years. Even before your father died."

"I see." Bradley stared intently at his mother. "And are you two..."

"I've known for years that Saul would have loved to be with me." She said softly. "But I haven't been in the right frame of mind, son. So I've always discouraged him." She shrugged prettily.

"And now?" Bradley probed.

"I got my son back just two days ago, Jeffery," Yolanda said quietly. "Allow me to savour that. I can't plunge into anything else now."

"Why not?" Jean asked.

"Well, let me put it this way. The doom that has been hanging over my head for years has suddenly disappeared. My world feels different now...it feels amazing again. It almost feels as if I'm walking on the clouds. If I'm not careful, my happiness will blind me and make me do something that I'm not ready for. Do you get me?"

"I do." Bradley reached for his mother's hand. "But you need to live again, Ma. You said yourself that Saul is a good person."

"I did, didn't I?" Yolanda smiled. "But isn't there a law against a lawyer and his client having a relationship?" She tilted her head and gave the men a thoughtful look.

"Actually the law says a lawyer shall not have sexual relations with a client unless a consensual sexual relationship existed between them when the client-lawyer relationship commenced," Jean said. At Bradley's raised brow, Jean grinned. "Kayla is a lawyer. I used to help her study." He shrugged.

"In other words, you can take your lover as a client, but you can't take your client as a lover," Yolanda said.

"You're right, Ma." Bradley nodded. "But from the documents Saul took us through today, he's my lawyer...not yours."

"Take that!" Jean gave a fist pump, making both Bradley and Yolanda burst into laughter.

"So you can't use that as an excuse." Bradley grinned. "I just want you to be happy, Ma. You've been alone for a long time. It's about time you let yourself go and enjoy some companionship. Just think about it. Okay?"

"Okay." Yolanda nodded.

Bradley and Jean only took Yolanda home when they noticed how tired she was. With a promise to pass by for a late breakfast and meet Yolanda's pick of a housekeeper, the two men went back to their hotel and fell into bed. They were too tired to even open Bradley's presents.

"We will open them when we get to the Island," Bradley murmured sleepily as he snuggled closer to Jean. "Good night, baby."

"Sweet dreams."