Chapter 14: Jean Broody vs. Bradley Jackson ~ When suppressed desires explode… Cockblocking!

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“Why are you still here?” Jean asked that evening as he descended the stairs. “Shouldn’t you be in bed by now?” It was past ten p.m.

Bradley looked up from where he sat on the couch. “I don’t feel like being in bed.” He stated simply as he watched Jean go to the door. “If you’re looking for your visitor, I’ve already sent her away.

Jean couldn’t mask the confusion on his face. “What?” He stared at Bradley.

“You’re here for the sexy brunette who rang the bell, right?” Bradley got to his feet and folded his arms across his broad chest. “Claudia. The flavour for tonight I believe. I told her you were indisposed so you’re taking a rain check.”

“Indisposed?” Jean couldn’t seem to wrap his head around what Bradley was saying.

“Yeah,” Bradley responded gently and slowly as if he was talking to someone slow in the head. “I told her about the nasty herpes you’ve got. Can u believe she actually didn’t mind?” Bradley chuckled as if he found that very funny. “She said you guys use condoms so herpes was no problem. Well, I did explain to her that she could catch herpes just from kissing someone on the mouth.”

“I don’t have herpes,” Jean said with a flash of amusement in his eyes.

“Well, coming from your new bodyguard…” Bradley gave the word air quotes. “Your lady believed it and left. I guess she didn’t want to catch…anything.”

“What’s all this about?” Jean asked quietly. And from the look on his face, he really wanted to understand.

“I need my beauty sleep,” Bradley responded simply.

Jean stared at the unyielding face of the soldier standing before him, for a moment. Then he nodded. “All right. Good night.” With that, he turned and headed for the stairs.

Bradley felt a pang of guilt as he watched Jean go but pushed it aside. At least he would be spared the shame of lusting after a man that night. He would have preferred it if Jean had told him off though. He’d seen a flash of anger in his eyes at a point and thought he was going to tear him a new one. But he’d remained cool. Bradley definitely hadn’t been prepared for his quiet acceptance. That was not like the Jean he’d come to know in the past two weeks. Anyway, he’d at least accomplished something that night. And that, to him, was the most important thing. It was rather unfortunate that he had to resort to such silly methods but he needed to get out of Jean’s house. The Admiral couldn’t possibly say he hadn’t done as he’d been told if Jean were to kick him out, could he?

From where he stood, he was killing two birds with one stone. And that was cutting off the source of his problem by preventing Jean from having sex in the house, and hopefully, engineering getting kicked out of Jean’s house in order not to have any problems with Ty or his Admiral. If he was able to at least get rid of Jean’s next three lays, the obviously sex-addicted doctor should get frustrated and angry enough to throw him out. Tomorrow was another day.

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It was Saturday morning; the morning after Bradley had prevented Jean from having his usual fun. Neither man said anything about the night before. As usual, Jean watched and directed Bradley as he used his well-equipped gym. He had to make sure Bradley didn’t overwork himself as that could result in pains inside his injury. The lingering pain and limping would cease in no time, he’d assured the SEAL.

“All right, you’ve had enough. Time to stretch.” Jean panted as he got off the treadmill.

Bradley grunted as he released the Pull-up bars he’d been hanging from and grabbed a towel to wipe the sweat off his abs. He looked up at Jean who was stretching and had to suppress his groan. The way that t-shirt stuck to his wet body…it was almost as if the man had been swimming rather than simply working out. He looked as sexy as fuck. Bradley swallowed audibly when his eyes dropped to the outline of Jean’s cock inside his gym shorts. From the size of that bulge, the crazy doctor was packing some heavy duty. The instant stiffening of his own cock reminded him of just how dangerous it was, being around Jean Broody. Till his plan worked, Bradley knew he had to stay away from the man. Fuck!

“I’m outta here,” Bradley muttered, moving towards the door.

“Hey, no stretching?” Jean called after him.

“I’m good,” Bradley mumbled as he strolled out of the gym.

Jean watched Bradley go and wondered what his problem was. For a twenty-four-year-old, Bradley sure did like to sulk. Jean found that odd because growing up amongst boys, there had been no room for sulking. You’d be teased right out of your sour mood. Maybe sulking was Bradley’s way of preventing confrontation, Jean thought with a chuckle. He still couldn’t believe what the soldier had done the night before. That had been some stunt.

He’d been amused initially, then pissed off, and then suspicious in the end because he couldn’t help but feel there was more to Bradley’s reason than wanting his beauty sleep. It was almost as if the man was trying to piss him off. Well, he hadn’t given him the satisfaction of showing his anger. When you grew up as one of the youngest amongst seven boys, you mastered the art of curbing your anger. Especially where you were usually the one who actually drove others to anger. Bradley was barking up the wrong tree for sure.

But the fact still remained that thanks to Bradley, he was still horny as hell. He planned on rectifying the situation but since he didn’t want to risk a repeat of what had happened the night before, he planned on getting his rocks off that afternoon. He’d called Claudia to apologize and asked her to come that afternoon with a friend. Surely Bradley’s beauty sleep couldn’t be disturbed at noon. ‘Cause he really needed to get off bad. And what better way to do that than with a double-dip? He couldn’t wait.