Chapter 13: Jean Broody vs. Bradley Jackson ~ When suppressed desires explode… Two heads!

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“I need to leave.” Bradley rasped as he tried to kick off the covers with one leg. He’d just been woken up by Jean to eat and take his medication.

“What do you mean, leave?” Jean shot back with a slight frown, wondering what had brought on his patient’s current resolution. Bradley had been moody for days. But that didn’t make his sudden decision to leave any less surprising or extreme. “You’re not healed enough to…”

“Tell me…what exactly do I need to heal?” Bradley asked coldly.

“Your medication and rest. Lots of rest.” Jean responded sternly.

“Really?” Bradley gave a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “And you think I can get that needed rest to heal, here? With all that’s been going on in this house?” He growled.

“What?” Jean looked confused.

“Every night I’ve had to endure your girlfriends’ screams. How the fuck am I expected to sleep through that?”

Jean’s eyes widened for a second at Bradley’s outburst, and then he erupted into laughter. “Oh my god, that’s not my girlfri…”

“I don’t fucking care who...” Bradley paused and took a deep breath. Then he continued in a calmer voice. “The problem is thanks to you, I don’t get enough sleep.” He rasped as he slowly swung his legs off the bed.

“Sorry about that.” Jean shrugged nonchalantly. “I’ll tell them to keep it down. I didn’t know you could hear us from down here.” He made a mental note to speak to Dean about that. Maybe his brother could do something to dampen the sound wave in that room.

“I’m sure even the dead would hear you with all that nasty, noisy orgies…” Bradley growled.

“Hey, don’t judge,” Jean murmured. “And I wouldn’t exactly call it an orgy. For me, three isn’t a crowd. Listen, the best kind of blowjob in life is when one person is on your balls whilst another is deep-throating your cock. I never come from getting head but I’ll tell you this; that’s the best feeling ever. Heard the saying two mouths are better than one?”

“That’s heads not mouths, fucker.” Bradley snapped.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever...”

“Do you even think about the feelings of the women involved?” Bradley sneered.

“Hey, I only deal with professionals or grown-ups who know what they’re doing okay?” Jean raised both hands in a gesture of innocence. “No immature babes, no marriage-seeking babes, no commitment-seeking babes, and no fucking Marys.”

“Marys?” Bradley looked as if he’d suddenly realized he was dealing with a mentally challenged person.

“Virgins.” Jean grinned. “Anyway, why haven’t you said anything till now? About the fact that you can actually hear my romps, I mean. ” He looked disapproving. “I would have invited you to join. That wound is closed now so you can…”

“Are you nuts?” Bradley cut Jean off with an incredulous look on his face. “Know what? You’re a disgrace to your profession.” He growled. “Shouldn’t you know better than to have sex every day? Shouldn’t that be bad for your health or something? Are you a sex addict? Ugh…”

“Hey, hey, it’s good to have sex as often as possible. If I can get it every day, why not? It’s the best medicine for your health, buddy…”

“Spare me the bullshit,” Bradley grumbled as he stood up and started for the bathroom. Jean followed him.

“But I’m dead serious.” Jean watched as Bradley reached for his toothbrush. “In fact, I’m surprised you don’t know this. You’ve gotta have sex if you want to stay healthy. It increases your immune system. It increases your IGA. It increases the endorphin which is almost like morphine….takes away the headache and everything else. You know what? It actually helps prevent prostate cancer, twenty percent of the time.” Jean was on a roll. Since Bradley was busy brushing his teeth and didn’t have any choice but to listen to him, he sat on the edge of the bathtub and continued to give more advantages of sex. “Study has shown that sex improves your self-esteem. It helps you sleep better…it decreases your stress. It’s a form of cardio.”

He met Bradley’s evil glare through the mirror.

“For real. Don’t just go on the treadmill, have sex. It helps you burn calories. Orgasm decreases pain and cramping. In fact, some sex in your life right about now would do you a wealth of good. It will definitely be good for whatever lingering pain you have and your surly countenance.” Jean ignored Bradley’s icy glare. “You need to get laid, buddy. Why don’t I organize someone to come and give you a good fuck? Don’t worry, she’ll do all the work. The positions my girls can pull off will blow your mind, I promise. You won’t remember your own name by the time…”

“Get the fuck out of here, Jean.” Bradley rasped immediately after he spat out the toothpaste. He stared Jean down, through the mirror.

“Think about it. I’ll…”

“I swear to god, if you don’t get out now, I’ll shoot you Broody.”

“All right, I’m going, I’m going.” Jean stood up to go. “Let me know if you change your mind.” At the door, he turned to look at Bradley. “Oh, and you’re not going anywhere. I take my promises seriously. And I did promise, Ty. If I have to drag your arse to keep you here, I will.” With that, he closed the door behind him.

Bradley stared at the closed bathroom door, thinking of possible places to bury Jean’s body after he was done exterminating the pest. If not for the fact that his unwanted desires were threatening to suffocate him, he would have been amused at Jean’s behaviour. The guy was funny. But Bradley’s sanity was at stake here. He needed to save himself. And the only way he could do that was to leave that house.

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“No,” Ty said firmly. “I’ve already told you…”

“You don’t understand, Ty,” Bradley said desperately. “I can’t stay here anymore.”

“Did Jean ask you to leave?”

“No, he hasn’t but I…”

“Then you’re not going anywhere. Hold on a sec.”

Bradley heard Ty talking to another person but couldn’t hear what he was saying. He paced, breathing hard into the burner phone as he waited for Ty to get back on the line. He had to get through to his friend because he’d already planned to leave whether Ty agreed or not. He just thought it would be better if he agreed that’s all.

“Jackson?’

Bradley stopped pacing and stood straight, instinctively. The voice on the other end of the phone wasn’t that of Ty’s. It was his Admiral’s.

“Yes, Sir,” Jackson responded.

“You are not to leave that house till I say so, is that clear?” Admiral Mathias’ voice brooked no arguments or disobedience.

“Roger that Sir.”

“Good. Now rest and get your strength back because we need you at your very best.”

“I will Sir.”

The line went dead. Bradley stared at the phone in his hand. He couldn’t believe Ty had done that to him. Everyone knew that a person would be causing their own downfall if they went contrary to what the Admiral demanded. Ty had obviously done what he did on purpose because he knew Bradley too well. Bradley gave a deep sigh of frustration and sat in one of the loungers in his room. What was he going to do now, he wondered. He couldn’t leave the house after that directive. But to stay in that house wouldn’t end well for him either. What could he do to… Then it hit him. What was that Ty had asked? He’d wanted to know whether Jean had asked him to go.

Well, what if he had? What if Jean didn’t want him in his house anymore? The only problem with that was the fact that the idiot claimed he took his promises seriously and was, therefore, going to keep him there to fulfill his promise to Ty. Hmm…a naughty smile appeared on Bradley’s face as an idea began to take shape in his mind. Jean Broody was going to beg him to leave his home by the time he was done with him, Bradley vowed.

He got his chance earlier than he’d anticipated. But if only he knew that he was digging his own grave…