Brady, his father, and his uncle Clint all worked together to prepare Asa’s funeral. A lot of Buchanans came to town. Kevin. Joey. Cord. CJ. Brady saw his grandfather’s ex-wives. A lot of people cared for his grandfather very much.

They were at Asa’s mansion, going through his things. Asa’s study was especially painful to Brady. He had a lot of good memories of time spent with his grandfather.

He was alone in his grandfather’s study, smelling the rich scent of Asa’s cigars, remembering his grandfather and despite his grandfather’s death, his return to Llanview had brought him something good. Taylor Manning. Then he noticed voices. The window was slightly ajar and just outside the window was his brother, Troy, and his father overlooking the grounds.

“I want her, Dad,” said Troy seriously.

“Who? You mean Taylor?”

“Yes. With grandpa dying, Dad – I want her. I want my own family,” Troy admitted.

Brady sneered. His brother couldn’t have her now. Taylor was his.

“Troy, I know Taylor came over our house the other night to comfort you. And I know you turned her away,” said Bo crossing his arms. “I don’t know what happened between you two but you were very mad at her.”

Troy sighed. “I was drinking, Dad. Grandpa’s death made me see my own life in a new light and I just know I have to make things right with Taylor.”

“She hurt you, son. She’s always hurting you and you’re always putting things right between you two,” pointed out Bo. “Troy, honestly, I’m sick of watching her hurt you.”

“I can’t get her out of my system, Dad,” said Troy.

“You never could,” said Bo matter-of-factly.

Brady knew what it was like. Taylor Manning was drop dead gorgeous and now, after making love to her the night before, she was his. He walked away from the window and pulled out his cell phone.

“Taylor? It’s Brady. I want to see you,” he said softly.

“Tonight. The Palace. Seven. I’ll meet you there.”

He hung up the phone. He couldn’t wait to see her. Just hearing her voice eased his pain.

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Taylor nervously taped her fingers on the bar at the Palace. She looked gorgeous. She wore a black skirt, which came down to her knees, hugging her thighs tight, showing off her shapely legs. She had on a black and silver short sleeve shirt and a sapphire necklace. It complemented her tanned skin tone. Her long, thick, brown hair was brushed neatly down her shoulders and her soft hazel eyes appeared to glow under the dim lights of the bar. What an unique blend of features – her hazel eyes were uncommon for her predominate Hispanic look. Eyes inherited from her father. The bartender put a glass of orange juice down in front of her. She smiled at him and took a quick sip. She wasn’t looking forward to what she had to do.

“You look gorgeous,” said Brady suddenly behind her, whispering in her ear. “You look totally hot in that get-up.”

“Brady,” she simply said as he slid into the seat next to her, leaving a hand on her waist.

“Its been a tough day,” he said admiring her. Then he turned to the bartender. “A Guinness.”

Taylor looked at him and suddenly she knew she was the bright spot in his day. Oh, this wasn’t going to be easy!

Brady could sense she was a bit tense but ignored it. “We’ve made the arrangements for my grandfather. His funeral will be on Friday. I’m glad. I’m glad I came back. I mean, I’m sad about my grandfather but I’m now the head of Buchanan Enterprises, his legacy. It’s what he wanted. And I have you. You look so hot tonight, Taylor. I want to go outside – make love to you in the shadows of the moonlight…”

“Brady…” Taylor choked.

“Listen to me!” he cried sipping his beer. “I sound like a sappy romantic song…!” he almost blushed.

Taylor smiled, flattered by his attention. The thought was tempting. Brady was a powerful lover with a body to die for. And suddenly the desire to make love to him grew inside her.

“Ah, Brady, look, I have something to tell you,” she said trying to maintain her focus.

He sipped his beer and held up his hand. “Is this serious?”

“Yes,” she choked.

“Well, I would think you’d pick a more seductive setting to tell me you love me,” he said a bit arrogantly. Taylor dropped her mouth, shocked at his forwardness. Then she sipped her drink.

“Screwdriver?” asked Brady filled with curiously. He wanted to know everything she liked so he could please her in the future.

“Orange juice,” she quickly replied. “Look, Brady, what if I loved you? I mean really loved you?”

“Huh? Don’t you?”

“Would it matter to you if I did love you but…it wasn’t meant to be between us?” she said seriously.

“You do? You love me?” said Brady, his eyes filled with happiness. A happiness he rarely allowed himself.

“Yes,” whispered Taylor nervously running her hand through her hair. “But Brady, I can’t…it just wasn’t meant to be between us.”

“What are you talking about, Taylor? Of course we were meant to be since high school,” he said sounding confused. After all, she just said she loved him.

“Damn it, Brady, I’m pregnant!”

“What?!” he muttered. Did she just say what he thought he heard.

“I’m pregnant, Brady,” she said softly. “I’m sorry.”

“Pregnant? So soon? We only…”

“Brady, you’re not the baby’s father,” said Taylor forthrightly.

Brady sat there dumbfounded. He wrinkled his eyebrows. He clenched his fists. He felt anger well up inside of him. The woman of his dreams finally made love to him and now she was telling him she was pregnant? Finally, he looked up at her and grabbed her hair, tugging her forward.

“You…you…! We made love last night!”

“I didn’t know! I found out today! Now let go of me…!” she demanded explaining herself.

“Hey guy, let go,” said the bartender glaring at him.

Brady let go. He was furious!

“So you gotta’ dress like that to tell me your pregnant?! You look so sexy…so hot…” he sneered. Like a slut… but he didn’t say that.

“This is how I dress,” said Taylor. “This is how I like to dress. But something is interesting, Brady. You haven’t asked who the baby’s father is.”

“Do I need to be a brain surgeon to know you’ve been sleeping with my brother?! That he’s the only one you’ve been with this summer? And suddenly he doesn’t want anything to do with you? Taylor, do you think he’s going to take you back?! Get real! Your break up with him has something to do with me and we all know it. You and Troy broke up over me,” hissed Brady. For once he had been pleased his father had tried to talk some sense into Troy.

“Maybe we did but I can not be with you, Brady! It’s complicated now!” cried Taylor quickly getting up and running out through the patio doors into the Palace’s landscaped hotel grounds. Brady hesitated a minute and then followed after her. Damn her! Why did she have to do that? Why did she have to dress like that! He found Taylor leaning up against a tree, crying. She was heartbroken. A light from the nearby walking path provided dim illumination. Tears streamed down her face but her arms hung down by her side. Her breasts were bulging out of her top, her cleavage was enticing. Her legs shapely, her hips, round. She wasn’t showing but the pregnancy obviously augmented her curvaceous shape.

He stopped in front of her, invading her personal space. He was full of sadness and anger. His brief happiness taken away by her foolishness. His chest heaved. His lips trembled. He still wanted her.

“I love you, Taylor,” he said lowering his voice like a tender lover. “Last night, while you slept in my bed, I held you next to my body and I told you I loved you. I whispered it in your ear.”

She looked at him, her own lips quivered. “Wha…? You told me you loved me while I was sleeping?”

“My feelings,” he hissed, “…for you are obviously complicated. Complicated as yours!”

And with that, his lips were upon hers, parting them, pushing his hot tongue inside her mouth, dancing his lips over hers. He couldn’t help himself. She looked so good and he waited so long, he wasn’t going to deny himself anymore. He felt her body’s response betray her. Her hips, her thighs, rubbed up against him, grinding into him. He kept her lips occupied while his fingers pranced over the buttons of her shirt. His hands slid over her soft flesh and he unsnapped her bra in the front and he massaged her tits. Full, hot, tits with sensitive, hard nipples. God, this was delicious! His tongue ran over hers as he tweaked her nubs and their hips grinded against each other. They were worked up and to his surprise, Taylor wasn’t telling him to stop. She was responding to him, rocking into him, hungrily running her own tongue over his.

Damn her, she cursed herself! She couldn’t help herself, taking advantage of a pleasure that had long been denied her – Brady’s body – his emotions – his love. She found herself unbuttoning his shirt and running her fingertips along his broad, masculine chest. She loved his body. So hard. So tone. He obviously worked out. He had worked her up and she couldn’t deny the sexual urges and impulses he invoked in her, despite her desire to do the right thing by Troy, despite her pregnancy, she wanted this. She craved his forbidden touch.

His cock was hard. A hand slipped between their exposed midriffs and he undid his own pants, sliding them down. Then he hiked up her skirt and pushed at her panties. Pushing them down to her ankles.

“Want you. Need you, Baby. Love you, Taylor…” he said parting their hungry lips gasping for air. He couldn’t help what he was saying.

Suddenly she felt his hot, engorged, thick manhood dive into her wet feminity as he lifted her leg with his free hand. She rocked into him, realizing her own sex was needy and hot and on the verge of a powerful orgasm.

“Brady, God, I can’t believe…”

“Believe what, Baby?” he gasped. “That we’re making love?” he grunted as his lips brushed her neck.

She took her hands and placed him on his hips. “God, Brady…here at the Palace…can’t stay away… from you.”

He drove harder and faster into her, delighted at her arousal. His hands rounded her buttocks and pulled her deeper into him.

“Baby, you’ve got a fantastic body…wet pussy…gonna’ cum, Baby…gonna’…” muttered Brady totally enraptured by their physical connection. By their love making.

Taylor began to cry out but his mouth over took hers causing her to release her moans of pleasure and delight onto his lips as he shot his own orgasm into hers. And then, without thinking, he lovingly snuggled into her. And then he felt her heartbeat. He pulled away and glared at her. His eyes betrayed his love. His words betrayed his hurt and anger.

“You wanted it. You didn’t stop it, Taylor. What kind of mother are you, thinking only of yourself…”

“What?! You came onto me! You said you still love me!” she protested buttoning her shirt as if suddenly ashamed.

As if teasing her, he slowly placed his cock back in his pants and zipped it up.

“Think my brother will want anything to do with you now?” goaded Brady, “Now that you’ve fucked me knowing you’re pregnant?”

“Why are you doing this, Brady? Why are you saying this? Why did you…?” she looked confused.

“It’s complicated, Taylor,” he said. At that he turned around.

“Brady! Don’t you dare go to Troy! It’s my…responsibility to tell him about the baby!”

He turned around, “And who’s responsibily is it to tell Troy that we’re in love and we’re still fucking each other despite the fact you’re pregnant with his kid? Yours? Or mine? Guess what, Bro? I’m fucking Taylor and she’s gonna’ have your baby. And you know what? I don’t care. I waited so long to love her I’m not gonna’ stop now and she’s not protesting, bro. She doesn’t tell me to stop…”

“Shut up, Brady! Shut up! Won’t let you hurt Troy like that!” cried Taylor.

“So why are you loving me back, Taylor?” he spit. “Why do you love me but going to have my brother’s kid? I can’t stand it. Why do you love him too?!”

“It’s complicated, Brady!” cried Taylor glaring at him.

“You are mine – baby or no baby,” he sneered. Their mutual looks exchanged love, anger, and hurt. Finally, Brady turned around and walked off, leaving Taylor alone.

TO BE CONTINUED...

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