Chapter 12: Jean Broody vs. Bradley Jackson ~ When suppressed desires explode… The play room!

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“Talk to me, Ty…”

“It’s bigger than we thought, Jackson.” Ty’s voice was barely above a whisper. “Field Marshal Jonas is involved. He’s part of the syndicate.”

“What?” Bradley gasped.

“The president wanted to arrest General Grupert initially but we convinced him to give us some time to monitor Grupert to see who he was in bed with. Imagine our shock when we uncovered Jonas’ involvement. You uncovered something big bruh.”

“I never thought for one moment it would be that high up. Field Marshal Jonas?” In many countries, the rank of marshal was the highest army rank, outranking other general officers. Its equivalent navy rank was the Admiral of the fleet, which was higher than his own Admiral’s rank. “Shit!”

“That’s what I said,” Ty muttered. “You know what this means don’t you? We have to leave it to the top guys to handle. The president has already ordered an enquiry into the case. The evidence against them is overwhelming, thanks to you.”

“Fuck!”

“You didn’t really look at those documents you took did you?” Ty chuckled.

“No. I just grabbed them and ran. I was being shot at.” Bradley groaned. “Those fuckers need to be dealt with, Ty.”

“And they will. But right now you need to focus on getting better.”

“I need to be out there helping you guys.” Bradley groaned.

“No, you don’t.” Ty countered. “It’s out of our hands now. Besides, those bastards have been conducting their own investigations bro.” He said gruffly. “It’s only a matter of time before they get to know you were the one asking questions on that last mission. I really regret not going on that mission with you guys. You wouldn’t be in this shit if I had.” Ty sounded pissed.

“Hey, what you had to do here was more important,” Bradley told his friend. “Don’t beat yourself up. Everything happens for a reason.”

Ty, who was usually the head of their team during their missions, hadn’t gone with them on their last one because he’d wanted to stay with his father who had to undergo a major surgery. Bradley, being the next in command, had naturally assumed that position and uncovered those secrets by interrogating some shady people they’d encountered during the mission.

“I would feel more comfortable if you remain where you are now, just in case they uncover the truth.” Ty rasped. “We’re killing two birds with one stone here, Jackson. Being at Jean’s hides you and also gives you the medical attention you need. So that’s where you have to be. Take that as an order, soldier.”

“Fuck you,” Bradley muttered but he couldn’t mask the amusement and respect in his voice. He knew he needed to allow the big boys to handle it.

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“You must be fucking kidding me,” Bradley muttered, pulling a pillow to cover his head.

Jean was at it again. Bradley could just picture Jean’s arse contracting and relaxing rhythmically as he plowed into whatever woman he had up in that room. From the sounds, however, it was obvious that Jean had two women up there.

After pestering Jean for days, wanting to know exactly what was inside that locked room upstairs, Jean had finally relented and taken him to see for himself. Bradley had not only been shocked at the contents of the room, but he’d also been speechless. His eyes had widened as he took in the weird equipment in the room. Jean had pretended not to notice his shock and had rather casually moved from gadget to gadget explaining what they were. Bradley remembered Jean mentioning a bondage table, spanking bench, a Sybian saddle, and a St. Andrew's Cross among other things.

There was a strange-looking sofa which Jean had called a Tantra chair and a beautifully decorated log which was about forty inches long, with an embroidered fabric resting nicely on it. There were a countless sex toys ranging from whips to restraints. Bradley had been shocked at the number of dildos and vibrators arranged in sizes in the giant glass cabinet in the room.

“What is this? A sex shop?” Bradley had finally croaked.

But Jean had laughed and explained that it was his playroom. And that it was the most important room to him in the house.

“I see.” Bradley had glanced around in a daze. “How often do you…play?”

“Almost every night.” Jean had answered simply.

“No shit.” Bradley had muttered when it dawned on him that those muffled sexual sounds he’d been hearing, had been coming from that playroom.

Bradley had been in Jean’s house for two weeks. Apart from the first three days, during which Jean had kept a close eye on him because of his surgery, the doctor had gone out every evening and always returned late, with women. And they always managed to disturb Bradley’s peace with their screams of passion. Surprisingly he’d never seen any of the women. They obviously left before morning each time. And since Bradley usually had to catch up on his sleep, thanks to the disturbing sexual sounds, he never woke up early enough to see when they left the house. Well, he couldn’t take it anymore.

Why did he even have to continue living under Jean’s roof, Bradley wondered exasperated. But for his slight limp and mild pains, he was fine. At least he could move around better. His wound was healing perfectly according to Jean. It no longer needed to be dressed every day. All he did now was to apply an anti-itch cream around the wound to stop the irritating itching. He didn’t need Jean to do that for him. But for Ty’s insistence, he would have left Jean’s house days earlier. Bradley desperately wished he were anywhere but under Jean’s roof. He had a big problem. And that problem went deeper than having to endure mere sex sounds at night. The problem, for him, was Jean.

Bradley had realized at some point, to his horror, that he was attracted to the doctor. He didn’t know when, how or what had triggered that attraction but it was there. Surprised and annoyed at the feelings within, he’d tried very hard to ignore it but being around Jean was not helping. And thinking about sex and Jean in the same breath was proving to be more than Bradley could bear. Anytime he heard those sexual sounds, all he could picture was Jean’s naked sexy body, pounding away…chasing his pleasure. And that image always left him rock hard to the point of pain. Bradley hated that.

He’d been so ashamed and terrified the very first time he’d seen that effect on his body. But he’d tried to erase it from his mind because he thought it was probably a one-time thing. It didn’t stop. By the third time, he knew he had a big problem. And after enduring Jean’s thoughtlessness for over a week, Bradley was going insane with hunger…the kind of hunger that had been buried deep for years. What was it about Jean that roused something that had been dormant for years? In fact, why Jean Broody? They were worlds apart.

Jean had everything…a great profession, looks, wealth, and a large family who didn’t care that he was an idiot if what Ty told him about Dean’s large family was anything to go by. He, on the other hand, had nothing besides his career. But for his team, he was just a loner. Why would he be attracted to such a person? Jean-fucking-Broody? He couldn’t have that. He would rather go home and take his chances with those killers, than stay under Jean’s roof and fall back into that forbidden abyss. He’d worked hard to close that chapter of his life and he sure as hell didn’t plan on poking the tiger with a short stick.

As he finally drifted off to sleep, Bradley had only one thought in mind… Fuck his injury and the people after him! He was going to get the hell out of Jean’s house the next morning.