Hunger Unleashed

Chapter 90: Jean Broody vs. Bradley Jackson ~ When suppressed desires explode… Mummy Time!

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Bradley remained quiet, lost in thought. It had taken him eleven years to open up and speak about what had happened to him. And he’d been able to do that because he found it very easy to talk to Jean. Maybe it was because Jean put him at ease at all times and made him feel he could say anything, and he would understand. He really didn’t think he could talk about his past with any other person apart from Jean, Bradley thought tensely. He didn’t see himself telling a total stranger intimate stuff about himself. He didn’t have any choice but to keep things to himself. He’d done that for years and had survived just fine. Why change things now, Bradley thought.

“Hey…” Jean murmured after a long silence. “What are you thinking?”

“I want to go and see my mother,” Bradley said, shocking both himself and Jean. Jean stared at him with shocked eyes.

“Good.” Jean breathed. “That is good.”

Bradley looked stunned. He couldn’t believe he’d just said that. He definitely hadn’t planned on saying that. But now that it was out, he didn’t want to take it back. He wanted to see the woman who gave birth to him.

“Will…will you come with me?” Bradley asked in a pitifully small voice.

“Try and stop me.” Jean hugged Bradley to him tightly, groaning when he felt the soldier trembling. “It will be fine, you’ll see.” He murmured soothingly. “Everything will be fine.”

“God, if she tells me to go away, I’ll just...” Bradley said shakily.

“She won’t. If she does, then she doesn’t deserve you.” Jean said fiercely. “In fact, if she says anything like that, we will go and check out the hospital records to know who your real mother is. Because you are too sweet a person to have a monster for a mother.” He said, making Bradley laugh despite himself.

“Thank you, Jean,” Bradley whispered.

“Thank you.” Jean kissed Bradley lightly on the tip of his nose. “When do you want to go?”

“How long are we supposed to be here for?” Bradley licked his lips and smirked when Jean’s eyes dropped to his mouth. “Up here.” He chuckled as he sat up and pulled off his tank top. “The blanket is making me warm.”

“All you had to do was tell me,” Jean muttered. “I would have taken the blanket off.”

“Nah, it feels cozy.” Bradley reached under Jean’s t-shirt and began to slide it up. “Take this off.”

Jean chuckled as he did as Bradley asked. Then he drew the blanket over them and leaned in to kiss Bradley lightly on the mouth. “We get off the yacht tomorrow…on Quain Islands.”

“Shut up!” Bradley gasped, drawing laughter from Jean.

The Quain Islands had not only been named the most unique Island for years, but it had also earned itself the nickname, Fully Loaded, for being the only Island that had everything…both natural and unnatural. It was hands down the most alluring Island. Over the years, it had been a getaway for not only celebrities but also for wealthy and prominent people all over the world.

“Like that?” Jean laughed.

“Do you have to ask?” Bradley grinned as his hand resumed its rubbing on Jean’s chest. “I love it. How long did you plan for us to stay?”

“Depends on you.” Jean shrugged. “I initially planned on us taking a tour of the place and going back tomorrow. But when Ty told me you had two whole weeks off, I booked a chalet for two weeks.”

“Fuck…” Bradley breathed. “You didn’t think it was necessary to ask me whether I had…plans?”

“Why do you think I brought the aircraft?” Jean pointed up. “I would have made someone drop us off and take it away. But I left it here just to take us back if you told me you have plans. Do you?”

“Hmm…” Bradley began to absentmindedly roll a nipple between his fingers. “No plans.

“We’re having a serious conversation here, Brad.” Jean rasped. “I suggest you stop that.”

“Stop what?” Bradley looked genuinely confused until Jean tapped the back of the hand that was causing the distraction. “Oh…” Bradley’s eyes dropped to the taut, nerve-heavy nipple that begged to be sucked. He licked his lips and whispered sexily; “I want to suck on it.”

“Jesus, Bradley.” Jean gasped when he felt his cock jerk inside his shorts, at Bradley’s words. He frowned at the soldier’s blatant display of lust. “What happened to not wanting people to see you?”

“There’s no one here.” Bradley swallowed hard, his eyes and fingers never leaving Jean’s hardened flesh. “I want it in my mouth.”

“I’m not going to fuck you.” Jean breathed, knowing that Bradley would be pretty sore after all the sex they’d had.

“I didn’t ask for sex,” Bradley muttered, shifting eyes filled with naughty lust to Jean’s as he pinched that taut flesh. Jean couldn’t suppress the moan that left his lips. “Just for a few minutes.” Bradley breathed.

In his dealings with Bradley so far, Jean had realized that the soldier was nothing like his serious, reserved self when he lusted after something. He would either just take it…like how he’d sucked him off without a word that first time, or impress upon him the urgency of his need as he was doing that very moment. And anytime he’d seen that determined look in the soldier’s eyes, he always got what he wanted. Jean knew it wasn’t going to be any different that very moment as he watched Bradley lean closer.

“Brad...” Jean breathed when Bradley began to swirl the tip of his tongue around the hard peak. “Fuck…” His back arched, seeking more of that sweet warmth.

And when Bradley’s warm mouth closed around that nipple, Jean cried out his pleasure as his hand moved to cradle the back of Bradley’s head. Bradley moaned deep in his throat, the vibrations sending an intense excitement through Jean’s entire body. From the way his cock kept jerking to each pull on his sensitized nipple, he knew he was going to leave a wet spot on his shorts.

“Shit…” Whatever Bradley was doing to that peak felt amazing, Jean thought as he threw his head back, loving the sweet sensations that mounted within him. “This was not what I had in mind when I came on this trip.” He moaned. “Giving Tom a free show…”

Bradley burst into laughter. “Can he see us?” He raised his head.

“If he’s not sleeping, he can.” Jean chuckled breathlessly. “Let’s take this to the room, shall we?” He murmured as he captured Bradley’s mouth in a toe-curling kiss. “We still haven’t decided on what to do.” He muttered against Bradley’s mouth when the kiss ended. “When would you want us to go to Delaware?”

“I really need to do it quickly before I chicken out,” Bradley murmured. “But since you’ve already planned…”

“How about we go to Delaware tomorrow. Do whatever we have to do, and then fly to the Island?”

“I feel like I’m fucking up your vacation.” Bradley groaned, rolling onto his back and throwing an arm over his eyes.

Jean sat up and pulled Bradley up. “Listen. This vacation was for you. I don’t usually go on vacations. I only decided to do this because Ty told me you guys had two weeks off. The trip to see your mother is more important if you ask me. So we’re only putting this on hold. Okay?” He took Bradley’s chin between his fingers and looked into his eyes.

“Okay.”

“Good. Now, come on, let’s go get some sleep.” Jean grabbed his t-shirt and Bradley’s tank top and got off the lounger, followed by Bradley.

In bed, the two men cuddled naked beneath the covers and spoke about Quain Islands. Jean had been there once, about four years earlier, with his brothers to celebrate Josh’s birthday. It had been a fun trip for the Broody boys.

“Can’t wait to explore that beautiful Island with you,” Jean murmured. “Fuck you hard beneath that waterfall…” He moaned, making Bradley laugh. “The Island has this fairy tale vibes that just makes everything…fascinating. You’ll see what I’m talking about when we explore the forest on the Island.”

“The genie and the enchanted forest.” Bradley drawled, combing his fingers through Jean’s hair. “That should be a movie title.”

“Fuck you.” Jean laughed. “You need to get some sleep, baby.” He wanted Bradley at his best when they finally met his mother.

“Hmm…good night.” Bradley yawned, snuggling closer and resting a hand on Jean’s chest.

Jean twined his fingers through the hand on his chest and lifted their entwined hands to his lips to press a kiss against the back of Bradley’s hand. “Sweet dreams.” He whispered.

But as Jean closed his eyes and succumbed to sleep’s hold, Bradley’s mind drifted off to his old neighborhood, his childhood home, and his mother. He wondered how his mother looked like after all the years. Was she okay? Was she healthy? How would she take seeing her filthy son again? What was going to be her reaction? Would she at least talk to him? What if she didn’t even allow him past her door? Bradley couldn’t help but wonder if he was doing the right thing.

The soldier didn’t sleep a wink.