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Right Girl, Wrong Time Part 3 | Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

Summary: Bradley is feeling very nostalgic after spending the night with you in his arms. He suggests a visit to the library, and you suggest he joins you for a second sleepover.

Warnings: Smut, fluff, swears, and angst

Length: 4800 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader (former fuckboy college student Bradley)

This is a sequel to accompany my story Old Habits Die Hard (you'll want to read that one first)!

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You were so warm and comfortable. You were never this cozy when you woke up alone in your bed. You cracked your eyes open, and the first thing you saw was an arm wrapped around you from behind. Then you heard soft breathing and felt the arm tighten around you as you shifted a bit.

"Morning, Sugar." You melted back against Bradley as his mustache brushed the back of your neck.

His fingers gently stroked along your chest and tummy through the fabric of his tee shirt. Even through your warm haze, you felt goosebumps tingling your skin as your legs tangled with his.

And he was hard. Already hard for you. Ready if you wanted him. And you really, really wanted him.

"Beer Boy," you whispered, and you were welcomed with a soft groan next to your ear as he pressed his length against the back of your thigh. He let you take his hand in yours, and you guided it lower until he was touching the bare skin below your belly button. You pushed his hand down to your bare pussy and into your wetness.

You let him tease you for a minute, and he expertly got you so wet, you felt warm thinking about the spot you left on his pants last night. His lips felt too good on your pulse point, sucking enough to leave you short of breath.

You rolled over in his arms so you were facing him, and he was impossibly handsome in his still sleepy state with his hair a mess.

"Hi," you whispered, and he grinned briefly before your lips collided with his. He rolled onto his back with you clinging to him, and he welcomed you above his body like you belonged there. The prickle of his mustache against your upper lip was addicting, and you kissed him over and over, going back for more.

When you paused to slip your leg around his waist and straddle him, he whispered, "Hi." This time you were the one grinning as you ran your fingers through his beautiful hair. He was looking up at you like he would let you do anything you wanted to him. Like you were in charge.

So you kissed him gently this time, tasting his lips and his tongue and running your thumb along all of his scars. They had faded so much over time, but the pattern was still perfectly ingrained in your mind. You remembered him telling you how he got these scars, what he had done for his friend. You shivered as you thought that at one time, he would have been willing to do something like that for you.

You released his lips, but he used his big hand at the back of your neck to guide you back to him. You smiled against his lips as you wiggled your pussy along his solid abs, his hard cock tapping against your butt with every movement.

"I had it so good," you told him when you both needed to catch your breath.

"I'm right here." His eyes were bright and sincere as he longingly gazed up at you, rubbing your bottom lip with his thumb.

You kissed his thumb and then the palm of his hand. "Yeah... but you used to be mine."

"Sugar," he groaned as you guided yourself a little lower until you were rubbing your slick entrance along his length. "Tell me what you want," he rasped next to your ear. "I want to hear you say it."

You moaned as you said, "I want you to kiss me until I sound stupid and touch me until I sound so fucking dumb."

His hands were under the tee shirt, guiding it gently over your head. You shook with anticipation as his lips wrapped around one taut nipple, tossing the shirt to the floor. With his hands on your hips, he guided you to his cock, and you let him push past your entrance, slowly filling you up.

"I was thinking," he muttered while his wet lips made your nipple hard. "Sugar, we should visit the library later."

You whined so loudly as you vigorously nodded your head. "Yes! Please," you begged, riding his cock slowly. "Please, take me there."

He sucked hard on your nipples, keeping your pace steady with his hands at your waist. "You gonna spend the whole weekend with me, smart girl? Making love like this?"

You were already close, nodding for him, because you could barely speak. When he started slamming his hips up against you, fucking you harder, you came with nonsensical words all over your lips. And he filled you up with his cum again, just like last night.

As you collapsed on top of him and came down from your wave of euphoria, you recognized this for what it was. It really did feel like you were making love to him. It had always felt like more than fucking.

And now, as he stroked your back with his long fingers, you were thinking about the last words you said to him before you left him at his frat house and moved to Chicago.

I love you, Beer Boy.

But Bradley hadn't mentioned it at all last night or so far this morning. Maybe he had never heard you speak them. That thought made you inexplicably sad.

"Wanna get breakfast?" he asked softly against your hair.

You just nodded against his neck and peeled yourself off him. "I know a cute restaurant, if you want to try it out."

He looked at you with those soft brown eyes and smiled. "I'll go anywhere you take me today, Sugar."

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Bradley watched his cum coat your pussy and inner thighs as you stood up and suggested a restaurant that you liked for brunch. You shifted weight from one foot to the other, and he stretched out on the pillow with his hands tucked behind his head. He could just lie here and look at you all day, but brunch with you did sound nice.

"And...." you started, biting your lip nervously.

"Sugar. Didn't I already tell you? Don't hesitate with me. Tell me what's on your mind."

You leaned down to kiss him briefly. "Do you want to check out of the hotel and come stay at my house tonight?"

His heart was pounding as you pulled your mouth away from his and looked at him hesitantly. Another broken heart was probably inevitable at this point, but he couldn't stop himself.

"Yeah. I want that."

"Okay," you said with a small smile. "I'm going to shower quickly, and then get changed into my dress from last night with no underwear and absolutely no shame, and then we can get food."

Bradley laughed as he watched you dash into the bathroom. He took a few deep breaths as he heard you turn on the shower. He got out of bed and cleaned himself up again. The room was trashed, and he'd always been a bit of a clean freak. Without stepping on the broken lamp, he stacked the pizza box and other trash on the desk. Then he picked up all the discarded clothing and started to organize his suitcase.

When you stepped out of the bathroom, still naked, he handed your dress to you before kissing your forehead and using the bathroom himself.

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You were sitting on the edge of the bed, putting your shoes on, when Bradley's luggage tag caught your eye. At first it startled you that you would have recognized his handwriting anywhere. You could still easily picture 'SUGAR what's your number?' written on his pristine bedroom door.

But it was his actual address written in that tidy penmanship that had you scrambling to get a closer look.

San Diego. Bradley lived in San Diego. You'd mentioned you were looking at San Diego State, and he had said nothing. He had even brought it up again last night, listening to you go on and on about your Miami versus San Diego debate. But he had said nothing other than mentioning he lived on the west coast.

Your stomach felt uneasy now. Wouldn't he want you to know that? Didn't he understand that would probably make your choice between the two jobs a lot easier?

Unless he wasn't feeling the same way you were right now. God, your heart would break if you told him you wanted to move to San Diego and be with him, only to hear him say he wasn't interested in that idea.

As he strolled out of the bathroom, you dropped the tag from your fingers and turned to look at him. He looked fantastic. He looked like everything you'd ever wanted.

"This okay for brunch?" he asked, looking down at his worn jeans and gray golf shirt. "I didn't bring anything too nice, other than my suit for tonight. And you're looking hot in that dress again."

You grinned. "You look good, Beer Boy. And I'm literally wearing last night's wrinkly dress that you gave me head in."

He swallowed hard and looked at you with those soft eyes again. "Yeah... without any underwear."

So he was interested in sex. Okay, you could try to reel it in a bit. See how that worked out for you.

"You ready to go?" you asked softly, and Bradley gathered up his bags before taking your hand and leading you toward the elevator.

Oh, the kisses. They were soft, unhurried, and perfect as you rode the few floors down to the lobby. And your hand felt tiny and protected in his as he led you to the front desk.

"Hi, I'm going to be checking out early," he told the woman at the desk, kissing the back of your hand before releasing it to get his wallet out.

"Is everything okay, sir?" she asked politely, eyes sliding between yours and Bradley's.

"Perfect, actually," he said smoothly. "But my girl and I accidentally broke the lamp. So sorry. Can you just charge it to my card?" he asked, handing over his credit card and grinning at you.

My girl. You buried your face against his bicep and listened to the hotel employee clear her throat.

"No problem, sir," she told him, and Bradley was still grinning when you looked up at him. You probably wouldn't even make it through brunch. He'd made you feel so good last night and this morning, and he was seriously messing with your heart now.

"Let's go, Sugar," Bradley told you, leading you outside where his rental car was waiting for him at the valet stand. You followed him. You'd follow him anywhere right now.

You gave him directions to the restaurant, and you realized this was your first time in a car with him. He was a very good driver. "Park over there," you told him, and he pulled into a lot. You watched him jog around the car and open your door for you and take your hand.

You naturally laced your fingers with his and led him inside where it smelled like coffee, bacon and cinnamon rolls. "I'm starving," he groaned, wrapping his arm around your waist as you waited to be seated. "You're wearing me out. I'm ordering everything."

You laughed. "You used to eat a ton ten years ago, too."

"Yeah, but I can afford real food now. Not just cereal and strawberries."

"I liked the cereal and strawberries," you whispered as the hostess led you to a small table, and you felt Bradley's fingers tighten on your waist before he pulled out your chair for you.

Bradley waited until you were alone with your menus before he said, "I liked the s'mores too, Sugar."

You gazed at his handsome face over your menu, and your mind drifted to the spring break you spent with him alone at his frat house. It had been the most perfect week, listening to music, eating s'mores in the kitchen, and having sex. You wondered, not for the first time, if he still had those dirty photos saved somewhere. "Me too."

He hadn't been lying. You listened to Bradley order a ton of food for brunch compared to your stack of pancakes.

"I was going to say this is my treat, but now I'm second guessing exactly how much this bill is going to be," you told him after the waiter delivered two coffees.

Bradley barked out a laugh. "Yeah, no way. Nobody should have to pay for my food except me. It's my treat, Sugar."

You watched him take his phone out of his pocket and set it screen side down next to your clutch. It had a cool phone case that looked like yellow, red and black graffiti. "Rooster?" you asked, reading the single word on the case.

He looked up expectantly. "Yeah, Sugar?"

You pointed to his phone in confusion. "It says Rooster."

He just nodded. "Oh, yeah, that's my call sign." He took another small sip of his hot coffee.

"Oh! I hadn't even thought to ask!" You hummed, considering how it sounded when you said it. "Rooster. Rooster. I like it, but you know... Roosters are flightless birds. And you're an aviator."

Bradley was holding back his laughter as he said, "Yes, I know."

"Was Beer Boy already taken?" you asked with a smirk, stirring some cream into your coffee.

He did laugh this time. "I doubt it, but you're the only one allowed to call me that."

You felt warm inside, and not just from the first sip of your coffee.

"Nat got me the phone case for my birthday," he told you. "I thought it was pretty cool. She has a matching one with her call sign on it."

You just looked at him for a beat. "A girl got you a phone case with your call sign? And your call sign is Rooster? Is that because of your big cock?"

Bradley choked on his sip of coffee, and you started giggling. You were kind of feeling like you didn't like this Natasha Phoenix girl too much, but the look on Bradley's face had you smiling again.

"No!" he said, after wiping his mouth with his napkin. "It's not like that at all! My dad's call sign was Goose, and Rooster felt similar. Related, kind of. It just sort of stuck."

"Oh! I like that."

"Yeah, and Nat and I?" he asked, eyeing you closely. "Nah, we've never so much as touched each other. Unless you include her smacking me when I say something stupid."

So you'd been obvious in your feelings about his friend. You were a little embarrassed. You swallowed hard, and just rolled your eyes. "Well, I'm sure you didn't have any trouble finding girls in flight school. They were probably lining up to keep you warm on those cold, Rhode Island winter nights."

Bradley had a concerned look on his face as he set down his mug of coffee. He opened his mouth twice before he finally spoke. "Sugar. I don't think you fully appreciate how much you changed me. Or... I guess, how much you made me want to change. To be better for you."

Now you were gaping at him. His brow was creased, and he looked down at his coffee mug as he took a deep breath.

"I was different after you broke up with me," he said, meeting your eyes again. "And I didn't go back to hooking up. I swear. I didn't like the person I was before I painted my door and started over again with you."

"Bradley," you whispered. Sitting here with him, sipping coffee in his presence, was just so surreal. You thought about him a lot, but you always blocked out the possibility that he was sleeping around. Hell, you blocked out the idea of him with anyone else at all. It hurt too much to think about.

"I dated four women in the past ten years. I had four sexual partners in the past ten years. Do the math, Sugar. It's your specialty," he said with a tight smile.

"Really? No more hooking up?" you asked softly. He stretched his legs out under the table and bracketed yours in.

"You taught me to look for quality over quantity. An important lesson. So, thank you for that."

You had the urge to fling yourself into his lap and never leave. You were about to reach across the table and start making out with him when your waiter arrived with plate after plate of food. Bradley kept his eyes on you while the food piled up in front of him, and you broke out into a grin that he matched.

"Are you going to help me eat all of this?" he asked, laughing as he looked at the single stack of three pancakes you had ordered.

You muttered, "You're on your own, Beer Boy," before you stole a bite of a cinnamon roll and a piece of bacon.

"So tell me more about Chicago. Did you love it?" he asked, cutting into a gigantic waffle. "How was the giant bean?"

You sucked in a breath. Bradley eyed you with interest when you didn't answer right away. "I... well, I never went to see the bean."

"You never went to see the bean?" he asked, looking alarmed. "Are you actually allowed to say you lived in Chicago if you never visited the giant bean?"

You bit your lip; it was better to just tell him and get it over with. "I never went to the bean. Because I promised you I wouldn't go without you."

His expression went soft. "Sugar. You didn't have to hold yourself to that. You didn't have to... limit yourself because of me."

You thought about your Grateful Dead tattoo. You thought about how you never went to the bean. You thought about how you never really let yourself fall in love with the deep dish pizzas, because you weren't sharing them with him. It all seemed silly just a few days ago. But now? Now that Bradley was here with you, all these things you did seemed important again. Relevant. Fateful.

You scrambled to change the subject. "The winters were horrible though. Truly miserable. Would not recommend being there in January." Bradley chuckled as you said, "And actually, the summers were kind of miserably hot. Sort of makes me want to rule out Miami."

His eyes flicked up from his waffle so fast, you almost laughed. "So that would leave San Diego?" he asked softly.

You licked some syrup from the corner of your mouth, still wondering why he hadn't given you the real answer as to where he lives.

"I'm still going to visit both schools. But if it comes down to it, I'd probably go with the San Andreas Fault over perpetual hurricanes."

"Good choice," he told you, kind of smiling as he ate his enormous breakfast.

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Bradley's head was swimming as he handed his credit card to the waiter and moved your little purse before you could try to leave the tip. Everything felt like a mystery he was trying to solve, but he didn't seem to have all the information.

You had a tattoo of the lyrics he used to sing to you. You never went to see the giant bean. You were talking about San Diego. You were working at UVA. You were at the same bar as him last night. You had once upon a time loved him.

He felt lost in you as you slipped your hand into his and walked back to his rental car.

"Still feel like visiting the library?" you asked, looking up at him.

You were interested in another round of sex with him. He was interested in having sex with you, too, but he was also interested in more than that.

"Yeah," he managed to say. He couldn't deny himself this weekend with you, even if this was all he'd ever get to have. It felt like a gift.

You pressed up onto your tiptoes and kissed him, licking his lip with the tip of your tongue as he groaned. You tasted like coffee and maple syrup. And he was still in love with you.

Then you were pulling him toward the car. "Let's go, Beer Boy."

He parked next to the library, and you were pulling your faculty ID card out of your purse.

"Remember the ancient librarian? Who knew us by name?" he asked as you walked down the sidewalk hand in hand.

"You really are feeling nostalgic, huh?" you said with a laugh.

He was. He really was. It felt like ten days had passed, not ten years.

Bradley did a double take upon entering the library and finding the same librarian was still there. You held up your ID card, and she greeted you as Professor with a smile. Then she turned to Bradley with a look of surprise, and he grinned at her.

"It's nice to see you again," he told her with a wave as you pulled him through to the stacks.

The library was nearly deserted as Bradley chased after you as you looped through some of the dark shelves on the way to the study rooms.

"I can't believe she still works here!" he whispered, but you turned and looked at him over your shoulder with a smile and ran a little faster.

When you got to the row of study rooms, he caught up to you and wrapped his arms around you from behind.

You were laughing softly as you caught your breath. "Do you remember which study room it was, Beer Boy?" you ask him as he kissed your neck.

"Is that a serious question? Of course I remember, Sugar," he mumbled next to your ear, gently guiding you forward to the room second from the end. "It's ingrained in my mind."

You pulled the door open and flipped on the light, and Bradley felt like he had taken a time machine back to the best moments of his adult life. You were spinning in his arms, turning to face him as he kicked the door closed.

"I never thought I'd get to do this again," he groaned as he guided you back against the door. "God, I loved being in here with you."

You moaned as he pressed himself against you, so pliant in his hands. "I loved it too, Bradley," you managed between kisses that were somehow both sweet and hot.

He guided both hands under your dress, hissing at the feel of your bare ass and pussy against his fingers. He could picture your cum soaked underwear from last night on the top of his clothing folded up in his suitcase. Now that he was given another chance to defile the library with you, he was going to make his cum drip down your legs.

"I'm gonna get you off so good," he promised, rubbing his mustache against your neck as your head tipped back against the door with a soft thud.

"I know you will. You're the best," you whined, bucking against his hand when he teased your clit. Within seconds, you were begging. "Please, Bradley. Please."

So he slipped a finger inside you, and you started to move your hips along with his hand. "You always did like my fingers. Here. At the movie theater. In your kitchen."

When he added a second finger, you were babbling and moaning.

"You're already close? God, you sound so dumb, Sugar," he told you with a grin when you met his eyes. You were shaking your head slightly, lips parted, gasping for breath. He had your dress pulled up around your waist while he finger fucked your bare pussy. Your legs were shaking as you pushed your fingers up into his hair.

He felt as possessive of you as he had when you were both just twenty one. He withdrew his fingers and licked them clean while you watched, clenching your thighs together.

He grabbed a chair and rammed it under the doorknob before grabbing another one and sitting down in it. He sat right in front of you with his thighs spread and coaxed you toward him with his index finger.

"Come here, Professor Sugar," he told you. You already looked a little crazed and fucked out as you pushed away from the door and took a shaky step toward him. Bradley hiked your dress up as you sat down straddling his lap, and your lips were on his instantly.

You kissed him slowly and sweetly as you pressed your pussy against the rough front of his jeans. He swallowed your sigh as you started to swirl your hips against him, easing yourself down to rub against his hard cock through the denim. Your head tipped away from him as you whined.

It was just like your very first encounter here ten years ago, and Bradley growled with need. "You ever bring anyone else here with you?" he asked, digging his fingers into the soft flesh of your ass.

You squeezed his shoulders a little tighter and your eyelids fluttered open to look at him as you started to shake. "No."

He used his other hand to grab your chin and force you to look at him. Your eyes were wild with need. "Study rooms are just for me," he said forcefully as you got yourself closer, rubbing your clit against his pants. "Nobody else. That does for your new job in San Diego or Miami, too. Understand?"

"Yes!" you moaned, stroking his scars and looking at him like you'd do anything he told you.

He rubbed along your bottom lip with his thumb. "Everytime you see a library, I want you to think about how good I can make you feel."

"Bradley!" you cried as you came, and he dug his hands into your flesh, harder and harder. He smacked your ass one time before he hauled you out of the chair and bent you over the table, barely giving you a chance to get your footing before he was unzipping his jeans.

You'd left another wet spot. He couldn't fathom at the moment how he'd gone ten years without you. It felt like he had accomplished the impossible. But he was certain he never wanted to do it again.

Bradley listened to your little gasps and whining sounds as you came down from your orgasm. He pushed you down on the table until your cheek was pressed against the wood, your ass and pussy on display for him as he shoved your dress up to your waist.

He ran his hands along your soft skin, his hard cock hanging out of his pants twitching in anticipation. "I've thought about this more times than I should have, Sugar. I've thought about you a lot," he whispered, bending to kiss your cheek and your ear as he rubbed himself against your pussy.

"Beer Boy," you whispered with a smile, reaching back to take his hand.

"This is better than my memories," he swore, pushing his length inside you.

You were holding his hand against the table next to your face and whining as he fucked you. "Bradley, do what you want with me. Make me yours again."

He wanted that. He really wanted that.

He was so turned on by you and the feel of your lips pressing against his hand. "Oh, Sugar," he hissed as he fucked you hard, bumping the table a few inches across the floor. That's what he wanted. He wanted you to be his.

When you arched your back, you took him even deeper, and Bradley could feel your pussy fluttering and clenching around his cock. You were moaning nonsense while you kissed and licked his hand, and you came a second time for him.

Bradley filled you with his cum, immediately pulling you up to stand against his body. He wrapped his arms around the front of you, stroking your chest and belly through your dress as he let his chin rest on your shoulder.

Bradley rubbed his nose along your cheek. Everything he thought about saying to you felt insubstantial, so he just remained quiet. You didn't say anything either. Instead you eased his cock out of your pussy and spun to face him. You wrapped your arms around his neck, placing kiss after sweet kiss to his lips and mustache.

As you stroked your fingers through his hair and looked at him with so many unspoken feelings behind your gaze, Bradley felt his heart clench for you.

When you finally spoke, your voice was soft and comforting as you smiled. "I got your pants wet again."

Bradley barked out a laugh. "That's okay, Sugar. I'll wear it like a badge of honor. In fact, I'd love to get you grinding on me in my uniform."

You bit your lip, eyes half lidded as you nodded at him. "That sounds so hot," you whispered.

He wanted to tell you he could make that happen. He wanted to tell you he would love to be your boyfriend again. But he couldn't do that yet.

You tugged on his hand and said, "Let's go to my house, Beer Boy. Let's get ready for this reunion."

When you led the way out of the study room, fingers loosely linked with his, Bradley watched his cum drip down your thighs to your knees. As far as he was concerned, his reunion with you was the only one that really mattered.

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You knew I was going to let them revisit the study room... Thanks @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls (The cover banner is the Jon Langston album cover!)

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