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A Love You Don't Find Everyday Part 22 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: As the honeymoon begins, Bradley's credit cards are begging for mercy. But when you both consider the private pool, private deck, and private outdoor shower that you will have access to, he helps you see that it's worth every cent. Then he continues his mission of trying to knock up his wife.

Warnings: Fluff, smut, and swearing

Length: 4000 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

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Bradley stood on the curb with the luggage while you hugged Jake. The two of you were laughing about some inside joke that he didn't understand while you rubbed Jake's shoulder. He would never fully comprehend the two of you.

"Any chance I can have my wife now?" Bradley asked, hands planted on his hips. He was so anxious to get you alone again. Yesterday and last night had been a dream come true, and now he was more than ready to get to Hawaii.

You and Jake both turned to look at him. "I'm coming, Roo." You kissed Jake's cheek and thanked him for dropping you off at the airport, and then you were in Bradley's arms.

"Call me when you land in ten days, and I'll come pick you up," Jake drawled.

"Thanks," Bradley muttered, fist bumping Jake as you looked up at him.

"Let's go," you whispered, and Bradley kissed the tip of your nose. He followed you into the airport, and when you went to check the bags, he pointed to the luggage you were pulling along.

"Is that all the goodies?" he asked, looking at the suitcase.

You laughed and bit your lip. "Are you referring to the lingerie?"

"Mmhmm," he hummed, already mentally scrolling back through the photos you sent to him the day you tried everything on.

"Yep. And there are some other special items in there as well."

When Bradley set that suitcase on the scale, he asked the airline worker, "Is there any way you can one hundred percent guarantee this bag makes it to Honolulu? It's very important."

You were holding his hand and shaking with silent laughter, and somehow Bradley managed to get the guy to put a PRIORITY tag on the suitcase.

"I still can't believe you, Roo," you whispered when you were settling into the window seat in first class while Bradley took the aisle seat. "You got a priority tag for my underwear."

He leaned in close and kissed your lips. "Listen, my main goal for the next ten days is spending every minute with you. I love you. Everything about you. But I also happen to know how sexy you look in all that stuff, so it's definitely a priority for me."

Bradley watched you preen. He thought about you all the time, could get hard for you in an instant. Literally couldn't get enough of you. But he needed to make sure he always told you so, because the smug look on your face made him almost giddy knowing what he was in store for this week.

As the plane started to taxi the runway, you laced your fingers with his and looked out the window. "Have you ever wanted to fly a commercial jet?" you asked him as the plane gained altitude and the city grew smaller beneath you.

"Nah, the controls are too bulky, and I don't even like having one backseater let alone a hundred or more. I'll stick to my Super Hornet."

You were quiet for a while, gently stroking Bradley's palm with your fingers while you rested your head on his shoulder. He was so content, he was nearly falling asleep as you softly asked him, "Feel like joining the Mile High Club with me?"

Bradley was wide awake now.

But you were biting your lip a little nervously. "Well, you're probably already in the Club, but you wanna come help me get my membership?"

He leaned in closer to you and asked, "What makes you think I'm in the Mile High Club?"

"You're a pilot. And you've traveled all over the place. I just figured it would have been something you checked off your bucket list pretty early."

"I'm not in the Mile High Club, Baby Girl. Who would I have even done that with?"

You shrugged. "Maybe one of your ex girlfriends?"

He shook his head. "You know I only had two of those. And I never even flew anywhere with either of them."

Your lips parted as you smiled at him. "Oh my god, Roo. Please, let me pop your commercial lavatory cherry." Your eyes lit up with desire and excitement and need.

"Let's go, Sweetheart." Bradley stood and took you by the hand, and the two of you squeezed into the tiny bathroom together. He was smashing you into the sink just to be able to get the door closed, and you were giggling now.

"This is tiny!" you gasped, turning to face the mirror and pulling down your leggings for him.

Bradley unzipped his jeans and pulled out his hardening cock. "You better be quiet, Sweetheart. It's already fucking obvious what we're doing in here. The guy in 3B gave me the head nod in approval when we walked past," Bradley told you, stroking himself as you wiggled your ass back against him.

"He did not," you whispered, still giggling.

"He really fucking did. And the woman in 2D looked appalled. Now bend over."

You did as you were told, bracing your hands on the sink and nearly face planting into the mirror when Bradley thrust into you. "Roo!"

"Hang on tight, Baby Girl. Gotta make this quick," he told you, grabbing your hips, and wrapping his fingers around you so he knew he was touching your tattoo.

"You're never quick," you told him, grabbing onto the paper towel dispenser for support. "That's why I married you."

Bradley's sharp thrusts had you whining softly as he filled you over and over again. His ass hit the wall every time he withdrew from you, so he kept to shallow movements.

"I'll be quick now," he promised, looking at your gorgeous face in the mirror as you smiled at him. "And if I don't get you off in this fucking tiny room, I'll take care of you twice later at the hotel."

"Okay," you agreed, and Bradley fucked you as you whined his name and smiled, and soon he was filling your pussy to the brim with his cum.

He thought for a second that if he managed to get you pregnant on the honeymoon, he might like to claim it happened right here. On an airplane. As you both checked an item off your bucket lists together.

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You fell asleep on Bradley for the rest of the flight. You had no idea which hotel Bradley had booked, and every time you asked him, he wasn't giving you any extra information.

"You'll like it, Baby Girl. Promise." That was all you could get out of him. Maybe you should have been more involved with this aspect of planning. Because after you gathered your luggage at baggage claim in Honolulu, Bradley led you out to a limousine with a driver holding a sign that said Bradshaw. Once you were inside, Bradley popped a bottle of champagne while the driver took a rustic, winding road that had the most beautiful views of the ocean.

"Are you going to tell me where we are going?" you asked Bradley, holding a champagne flute in one hand and stroking his cheek between kisses with the other.

"Nope," he replied, pulling you onto his lap. "We'll be there soon, and then you can see for yourself. But for now, I just want to kiss you before you're mad at me."

You nibbled on his lips before pausing. "Why would I be mad at you?"

But then you understood, because you drove into an absolutely beautiful hotel complex, right past a sign that said Four Seasons Resort Waikiki.

"What did you do?" you asked Bradley, suddenly in shock.

He tried to kiss along your neck as you pulled away from him. "I just booked our perfect honeymoon. You told me I could, Sweetheart. I picked the Four Seasons for us."

You gaped at him as you passed the most beautiful hotel accomodations you had ever seen. "The Four Seasons? How much money are we spending on this, Bradley?"

"Don't worry about it," he said, still reaching for you. And now you were worrying even more.

"I told you to stick to a budget!"

He licked his lips nervously. "You never said what the budget was."

You laughed nervously as the limousine pulled up to the lobby. "Just tell me this... will we be able to pay our mortgage next month?"

"Of course," he replied with a grin. "I just wanted you to be happy, Sweetheart. Now think of all the money I saved by giving you my mom's ring instead of buying a new one."

"I love this ring, and I didn't want a new one," you promised as he kissed your finger.

"And our perfect parking lot wedding budget was tiny," he added. "Would have cost four times that much if we went with a different venue."

"Okay," you said, finally agreeing with him. "You're probably right. So we can really afford this?"

"Yes, my love. Now let's go check in."

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Bradley had two maxed out credit cards, and he was going to suggest that you and he skip Christmas presents this year. But the look on your face when you and he strolled through the hotel lobby was worth every penny spent on the lingerie and the wedding and the honeymoon. And getting to spend ten days alone with you in paradise made it even better.

"This is beautiful," you whispered, pausing to look at an arrangement of hibiscus flowers as Bradley took out his credit card and ID.

"Just wait until you see our room," he told you, lacing his fingers with yours. "Private deck. Private pool. Private outdoor shower. I will be fucking you everywhere."

You looked up at him as he stroked your lips with his thumb. When you licked along his thumbnail before taking the digit between your lips, Bradley groaned.

"Okay," you whispered. "You're right. This place was worth every penny."

He nodded as he handed his credit card over the counter. And thank goodness you didn't freak out when you heard the clerk read off the total price of the room before he said, "Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Bradshaw! If you need anything else in your villa, don't hesitate to ask. Here are the keys to your golf cart and a map."

"Golf cart?" you asked, taking the keys in your hand. You were both led out to your own cart complete with a plaque on the side with Bradshaw engraved on it.

"The resort is several acres large, and you're staying at the north end in a private villa. Enjoy your honeymoon!"

And then you were alone together amidst the most beautiful vegetation Bradley had ever seen in his life. But you still stood out, even dressed in your leggings and little crop top with the hoodie over it that you wore on the flight. He kissed you before making sure all of your luggage had been loaded onto the back of the cart. Then he nudged the suitcase filled with your lingerie and said, "Got the most important stuff. Now, do you want to go find one of the restaurants and get dinner?"

You eased into the driver's seat and patted the spot next to you. "I was thinking...why don't we just order room service tonight and explore the resort tomorrow?"

You were nibbling on your lip, and when Bradley climbed in next to you with the map, you started stroking his thigh instead of the seat. "You're so smart," he whispered, pressing a kiss to your neck as you started the cart and pulled away from the lobby area. "Are you on the room service menu? You're all I want to eat."

You laughed as Bradley helped you navigate through the lush, tropical landscape, past pools and along a beach trail. It was gorgeous, and in about an hour, the sun would be setting over the water.

"It's right up here, Sweetheart. Villa number seven." It was secluded, tucked back amongst shrubs with colorful flowers and palm trees, and there was a little parking spot for the golf cart.

"This whole thing is for us?" you asked, hopping out and heading up the path to the door. Bradley followed behind you with the key, and opened the door.

"It's all for us, Baby Girl." You took his hand and led him through the expansive living room area and past the opulent bathroom, directly to the king sized bed that was overlooking a wall of windows and a view of the sun dipping lower over the ocean.

"Okay," you whispered, releasing his hand to stand by the windows and look outside. "You did good, Roo. Are you hungry for room service?" Bradley smirked as you unzipped your hoodie and tossed it on the dresser.

He stayed frozen on the far side of the bed, just watching you. "I'm hungry for you. My wife."

With a smirk of your own, you removed your shirt, and Bradley's cock was at full attention for you. He ran his palm down the front of his jeans as you wiggled out of your leggings. "Fuck," he grunted. The sight of you in your matching black bra and underwear was making him harder, especially since he knew his cum had soaked that pretty lace fabric after he fucked you on the flight. "You're perfect."

"You sure we shouldn't order dinner first?" you asked, unhooking your bra and letting it fall to the floor. You pressed your tits together, and Bradley had to unzip his jeans for some relief.

When you slid your panties down your legs and stepped out of them, he growled, "Show me that pussy." Obediently and with wide eyes, you turned to face him fully. He knew how you smelled and how you tasted. He knew how velvety soft you felt, and he loved the way you groomed your hair into a neat strip. As you shifted your weight from one hip to the other, his eyes landed on your tattoo, and he reached into his jeans to stroke himself.

"That pussy is mine now, and I want it," he demanded, and your lips fell open on the prettiest whimper he ever heard. "Bring it over to me, Sweetheart. We have a legally binding contract now."

"Bradley," you whispered, taking slow, seductive steps in his direction. Your nipples were hard peaks, and your pupils were blown wide. He knew how turned on your were as you licked your lips and squeezed your thighs together. He was just as turned on by you.

He reached out and ran his knuckles along your tattoo and across the soft skin below your belly button. "Whose pussy is it, Baby Girl? Who does it belong to now?"

You let your head tip back as he stroked one long, rough finger along your slit. "It's yours, Daddy."

"That's right, Mrs. Bradshaw. Now get in bed."

Bradley watched you scramble up onto the middle of the bed on your knees while he undressed. Your body was illuminated by the setting sun as you ran your hands along your chest and belly, your thighs spread wide for him. Bradley crawled across the bed on all fours until his lips met your belly button and trailed lower as you moaned his name.

"You smell like me. Like my cum," he groaned, pressing his nose to your clit as your fingers ran through his hair. When he swiped his tongue along your slit, eliciting a sharp gasp from you, he said, "You taste like me, too." Bradley held you in place on your knees and licked at your clit, tasting his own release from several hours ago, and getting so hard, he was ready to rut against the bed.

"Mmm," you moaned, fingers tightening in his hair as he lapped at you. "You taste good, Roo."

He smiled against you, placing a soft kiss to your tattoo before he straightened up on his knees and kissed your shoulder, neck and lips. He pulled you against him so his hard cock was pressing into your belly, and he wrapped his hands around your waist. He licked your bottom lip. "You like it when I cum in your mouth."

"I love it," you whispered, kissing him as he eased you down onto your back with your head against the pillows. He knelt between your thighs and spread your legs wide. He ran his middle finger lazily up and down over your swollen clit. You looked so pretty like this, the fading sunlight catching on your ring as you ran your hand along the valley between your tits.

You whimpered as he slipped his middle finger inside you and continued stroking you with his thumb. "You wanna taste my cum now, don't you?"

"Please?" you whispered.

"No," he replied, laying between your legs and dipping his face down. He took your clit between his lips, sucking gently until you were yanking on his hair and whining. He fucked you with his fingers and looked up at your body. God, he wanted you pregnant in the worst way. He figured you were probably ovulating now, but all the unprotected sex you'd been having was making him wild for you. "This pussy was made for my cum, Baby Girl."

"Oh, God, Bradley," you groaned, grinding up against his face. You were splayed so nice and wide for him, as he got you so wet, you were dripping onto the bedding.

"I'm gonna fuck you so good," he growled. "Be so good to my wife."

You were grinding up against his face, feet braced as your lower back came off the bed. Your needy whining was so loud, Bradley's cock was throbbing. As you got louder with every breath you took, he sucked on you with less and less pressure until you were crying out. Bradley lapped at you as you came for him, gushing into his mouth as you nearly tore his hair out.

"Fuck," he growled, his mustache damp as you pulled him up to your mouth. Bradley let you lick his face clean as you rubbed your wet core against him until he was bucking. Your lazy smile and languid movements after your orgasm made him wild.

"I love getting your mustache wet, Roo," you whispered, swiping your tongue along his facial hair one more time before you giggled.

He nipped at your lips. "I love this pussy."

Bradley watched your head tip back as he pushed his cock inside you, inch by inch until you were full. He reached for your left hand and kissed your ring as he fucked you nice and slow.

"Roo," you gasped, smiling up at him as he ran his lips all over your palm and fingers.

"This ring is so everyone knows your mine," he told you, and you bit your lip through your hazy expression as he fucked you a little harder. "But my cum is just for you. Just for you to feel. So know how much I love you."

"Bradley!" you gasped, eyes wide as he fucked you hard and ran his needy hand along your bounching tits. He pinned your left hand above your head with his right hand, and really let you have it. "Oh!" you screamed as he fucked you so hard, he was cumming after just a few seconds. "Oh!"

He was panting against the front of your neck, running his lips along your tits as he kept fucking his cum into you. Bradley licked at the sheen of sweat on your chest. "I love you."

You kissed the top of his head and whispered, "I love you too, Roo. So much." And when he sat up, exhausted, and withdrew himself from your gorgeous body, he was treated to the sight of you swiping your fingers through his cum as it seeped out of you. He watched intently as you brought your fingers to your lips and moaned at how good you tasted together. You swirled your fingers through your dripping pussy again, moaning as you sucked yourself clean.

Bradley leaned down and kissed you. "You're filthy and perfect and everything I want."

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Thirty minutes later, you and Bradley were wrapped up in fluffy robes eating lobster tails on the deck in the dusk glow. You were perched on his lap, taking the last bite of your food before pressing your lips to his cheek. "Can we open a bottle of champagne?" you asked, letting your lips drift along his scars.

"We can do anything you want."

You smiled and wrapped your arms around his neck as he took the empty plate from your hands. "Anything?"

"Anything, Sweetheart. For the next nine days."

"I want to drink champagne with you in the bathtub while we complain that our tub at home is nicer."

Bradley laughed. "I love that. What else?"

"I want to kiss you all night."

"Sounds perfect," he told you, standing up and keeping a grip on you while you squeaked. "What else?" He started to carry you inside to the bathroom where he filled the tub with water and bubbles. Then he untied the sash on your robe as you shrugged out of it.

"I just want to love you."

He nodded and took his own robe off and pulled you close. "Please."

Bradley popped a bottle of champagne from the refrigerator, and you laughed as it started overflowing into the tub. When he climbed in before he grabbed the champagne flutes, you held him in place when he tried to climb back out. "Let's just drink it from the bottle again," you whispered. Somehow you preferred this anyway. You'd done it so many times with him, it felt more intimate.

So you curled your legs up and settled back against his chest as he took a long sip from the bottle. When he handed it to you, he whispered, "Thank you for marrying me this year, Baby Girl. I would have waited if you wanted to, but I like this a lot better."

You pressed the bottle to your lips and took a sip, swallowing the bubbles as you thought about how you had inadvertently made him question whether or not you still wanted to marry him a few months ago. You bumped his shoulder with the bottle, scrambling to wrap your arm around his neck as you turned to face him.

"Everything okay?" he asked, welcoming you into his embrace as always, making sure you knew he loved having you there like usual.

"Yes," you promised, setting the bottle down and kissing him. "I love you so much. And I'm happy we didn't wait until next year." You kissed him as he wrapped you up in his arms, and you traced his tattoo with your thumb as the water grew colder.

"Let's go to bed," he said, coaxing you into a fluffy towel.

A few minutes later, you started to fall asleep on Bradley's shoulder as the sound of the ocean drifted in through the open windows. His fingers stroked along your back and side as he whispered to you everything he wanted to do with you for the rest of your lives. And it just made sense, because somehow you wanted everything he wanted. You supposed you always had.

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The priority tag on the luggage was brilliant thinking, Roo. Thank you @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls for everything.

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