BE MY BRAYSHAW

by Meagan Brandy

  Me and her.

  She’s far from hesitant, boldly touching and tracing every inch of my exposed skin, pushing and scratching where she wants. The roll of her hips grows deeper, harder, but not faster, and her fingers freeze where they lay, flexing and twitching.

  She likes a slow ride.

  My cock loves the newfound knowledge, jerking at the realization, and suddenly my shorts are tugged down. Goosebumps cover my skin as my dick meets the power-charged air around us, hard as a damn rock and so fucking ready for more.

  A soft hum leaves her and my face wrenches up, overtaken with a need to witness her expression but I hold off.

  The fight only lasts five seconds as in the next, the mattress dips, warm breath fanning across the head of my cock, and my eyes fly open.

  She’s not looking at me though, not waiting for approval.

  She has no plan to ask for any.

  She simply stares with eyes dark and lips parted, her breaths growing quicker, thicker, as she moves in.

  Her tongue flicks out as she drops her stomach to the mattress, her legs crossed behind her, feet in the air.

  Her hand glides along my abdomen until it reaches the base of my dick, and slowly, finger by finger, she grips it tight, aligning me with her mouth.

  Those thick, red lips open wider, her eyes closing as her mouth does around the head.

  My chest rumbles and she sucks as she pulls back, but she doesn’t let me slip from her mouth, instead opening wide, and without touching the length of me, takes me fully into her mouth, got to be damn near to her throat when her lips finally seal over the base of my cock.

  My fuckin’ lips part, a heady exhale following as she sucks, gliding all the way up, her slick tongue flicking along the tip when she releases me.

  My toes curl and I lift my hips, not missing the small smile she gives, and she goes in again, more urgent, driven.

  She sucks me, massaging me with the inside of her perfect fucking mouth and I moan.

  Her mouth vibrates around me, giving away her own as she tries to swallow, and suddenly I’m fucking famished.

  I slide my hand along the mattress, blindly gripping her leg and spinning her with a quick yank.

  She gasps, now in position to sixty-nine, but doesn’t pause or protest.

  She drops back down, pumping me with her mouth.

  I push her hips in the air so I can tug off her pants but she freezes, lowering her body, and I tense.

  Her stomach.

  Shit.

  Thinking quickly, I grip her shirt, tucking it into her panties and she settles, her licks slowing and driving me mad.

  My head falls back and I thrust into her mouth a few times, savoring the tight squeeze when she hollows out her cheeks.

  When my body begins to tense, my orgasm growing closer, I snap out of it, fight the feeling as I rush her pants the rest of the way off.

  I drag one leg over my head, and wrap my arms around her ass, lowering her pussy to my face.

  Fuck me, if she isn’t eager to have my tongue, her legs practically fucking fly down the satin sheets, begging for what she knows I’m about to give.

  A deep rumble fights free from within my chest, motivating her even more.

  She speeds up, sucking harder, bobbing on me faster so I push the thin line of her thong aside, and drive my tongue inside her, vibrating my bottom lip against her clit.

  She whimpers instantly, her thighs clenching, and it acts as a fucking stimulant.

  Suddenly I’m harder, my need to taste her cum on my lips growing at an obsessive, uncontrollable rate.

  I massage her with my tongue a moment, but then dip my head a little more, putting all the focus into her clit.

  I suck and roll and suck some more, and her hands leave me, slamming into the mattress as she shakes.

  She moans and it’s not quiet.

  It’s loud and intoxicating, but she swallows it as quick as she can, cutting off the sound I earned, likely remembering it’s not allowed.

  No sounds.

  Suddenly I’m tearing myself from her mouth and tossing her to the edge of the bed.

  I hook her feet flat on the mattress and push her thighs open, massaging as I work her faster and harder. I dip my thumb in her pussy, coating it with her excitement and with the knuckle of my pointer finger, push at the edges of her asshole.

  She gasps, her back flying off the mattress and instantly clamps around me, so I push a little more and damn, if she doesn’t push back, driving the tip inside the slightest bit.

  She shakes, her fists flying to my hair, knees locking around her grip and my head, repeatedly, whimpers caged at her lips. She tries to tear my head away only to grind a second later and hold me in place, but I don’t let go.

  I keep her in my mouth, slowing the stroke of my tongue until she finally stops twitching and as soon as her hands fall, her legs relaxing with them, I speed up and take her there again.

  Her gasp is a desperate, breathless, perfect fucking sound, one that she hides behind a pillow she scrambled for, hiding her face and noise from me.

  She comes in my mouth again, reconfirming it’s a flavor I need more of.

  Now.

  Tomorrow.

  Fuck.

  I tear myself from her floor and move into her bathroom, closing it behind me as I flick on her shower. I don’t wait for it to heat but jump right inside, my back falling against the wall, cock already in my hands.

  I start stroking, my chin dropping to my chest as I lick my lips, tasting her on me, recreating the feel of her lips around me as I squeeze and jerk and my muscles tense.

  Fuck, Beauty.

  My eyes pop open when a hand covers mine, halting my movement, and my dick throbs furiously in my palm.

  Deep brown eyes, wide and fuckin’ wild with want stare into mine, never breaking contact as she drops to her knees in front of me, her shirt instantly soaked and stuck to her skin.

  “I did this,” she practically fuckin’ purrs with a hint of anger as she runs the pads of her fingers along my hard-on. “Me.” She tugs on my wrist, tossing it to the side when I relent and let go. Her mouth closes around the tip and she flays me with a glare, sliding her teeth along it until I groan. “What comes next is mine, too.”

  I think I’m yours...

  My cock twitches and her eyes close as she slides forward, taking all of me, deep and full into her throat. She fucks me with her mouth, working hard for every ounce of cum I’m about to give her.

  My toes curl and her hands plant firm on my hips as mine fly to the sides of her face.

  I hold on, letting her keep her pace, and what a perfect fucking pace it is.

  She pulls back, keeping only an inch past the head in her mouth and her tongue rolls around me.

  I growl, my head tipping back as my muscles lock.

  “Fuck, Beauty. Mm.” I jerk between her lips. “Goddamn.”

  I give her what she’s worked for, coming inside her warm, silky mouth, but she doesn’t just sit there and take it.

  Victoria fights for it, keeping her suction strong as she takes me in from head to base, her lips stretching along my skin so not an inch is left untouched, and begs for more, making sure she’s been given all of me before slowly drawing away.

  My body shakes, the pads of my feet curling from the heated tile beneath it and balancing on the edges, muscles fucking worked.

  My eyes move to hers, finding them closed, her features smooth and gratified, lips even plumper and wrapped tight around me, swollen from the work she’s put in.

  I groan, twitching in her mouth, and a hint of a smile manages to cross her face.

  I slam my eyes shut as she grows closer to the tip, savoring the last glide inside the smoothest silk. My cock pops free, and just as quick as she releases me, her talented tongue flicks along the head for a quick and final taste. It’s as if she can’t handle it, as if she’s already hungry for more.

  Needs more.

  Craves more.
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br />   Are you starved like me, baby?

  My eyes peel open, and the scene’s almost too much.

  Soaking wet and perched on her knees before me, staring at my cock with satisfaction.

  A worshiper kneeling before her chosen king.

  A rumble reverberates from deep within my chest and my breathing picks up again when she rises to her feet.

  Her eyes make their way to mine, and my jaw flexes as I fall into the brazen brown, deeper and fucking deeper.

  She leans forward, her lips dropping to my chest. She slides them across, moving up on her toes to better reach my shoulder.

  Suddenly, and without my knowledge or permission, my pinkie is pushing back the dripping strands of hair that dare threaten to hide her from me.

  I want to keep you.

  Something flashes in her eyes, but mine lower to her lips when a gentle kiss meets my left pec, where the weight of my world lies, deep within a heart that’s torn.

  It’s too tender, too meaningful.

  Too fucking necessary.

  A gentle brush of her lips shouldn’t calm me so easily.

  Should it?

  My eyes clamp closed, and I drop my head to the tile behind it.

  She understands my internal struggle, doesn’t fight or push, but steps out.

  When the shower door opens and closes, my eyes open.

  It’s a clear, thick glass, fogged from the heated water and maybe from my own heavy pants. Regardless, it’s distorted my vision of her, only allowing me the sight of her neck and face, and she knows it.

  With her back to me, she holds my gaze through the mirror as she kicks off her wet underwear, and tugs her solid shirt over her head.

  It would be so easy to shove the door open, learn the depth of what she hides, force her to give me something real, but I don’t move. I stay beneath the spray until she’s back in her room, closing me off inside the bathroom.

  I’m in no rush as I dry off, giving her the time she needs to dress, hoping she’s tucked away and hiding every inch of her when I enter so I can grab my shorts and go back to my room.

  But as I toss the towel in the laundry basket that’s yet to be emptied, and wrap my palm around the door handle, I freeze.

  My eyes fall to the floor only to jump right up as it clicks.

  Holy shit.

  Chapter 18

  Captain

  It’s a little over an hour later when Victoria finally creeps around the back door, through the billiard room toward the front foyer, and attempts to pass the kitchen only to freeze the second she realizes what awaits her.

  Four angry Brayshaws.

  When I threw the door open to her room, she was gone.

  I woke Royce, who woke Maddoc and Raven while I searched the property, but there was no sign of her anywhere.

  So here we fucking are, waiting.

  She’s slow in her approach, her knuckles flexing as they tighten at her sides, a way to keep her muscles from going stiff on her.

  Once she’s out of the shadow the dark entryway provided, she snaps out of her surprise, leans against the wall with her arms crossed, and a single blonde brow hiked high.

  “What is this, intervention?” She gives a slow blink, working really hard to show her annoyance.

  Always a damn brat, can’t hold it in when she should.

  “Sit.” Royce kicks a leg out, finishing off his drink.

  “I’ll stand, thanks.”

  “It wasn’t a question.”

  Her eyes fly to mine and hold a long moment before she kicks off the wall and drops into the open chair on the opposite side of the table.

  She leans forward, her zip-up sliding off one shoulder as she rests on her elbows, meeting each of our gazes head-on.

  Her tongue peeks out, and my eyes follow.

  Her lips are puffed up, a deeper shade of red than normal, courtesy of my cock.

  Thankfully, Raven catches her attention as she comes from around the counter, four shot glasses hanging from her left hand, two bottles of Don Juan in the right. She sets one bottle and glass in front of Victoria and the others in front of me, steps back into the kitchen and returns with a fresh-made hot chocolate for herself.

  She lowers into the seat beside Maddoc as I twist the top from the bottle, looking to Victoria.

  Her eyes tighten, holding mine a long moment, but then follows, opening and pouring hers as I pour ours. My brothers reach over, neither waiting to throw back the amber liquid.

  I spin mine between my fingers, unsure if she’s bluffing or not, but then Victoria purses her lips, brings her shot up, and downs it.

  Slowly, I take mine, lick my lips, and pour us each another.

  And then another.

  She keeps up, not so much as a grimace crossing her stony face in the process.

  She’s completely closed off, and I’m almost impressed at her ability to hide behind a sheet of nothing, but that talent is what blinded me, blinded all of us, so I focus on my anger instead.

  Time ticks by in weighted silence, but finally, five shots and fifty-four minutes in, a low chuckle makes its way past Victoria’s lips.

  She locks her eyes with mine, throwing back another shot, and a slow smirk follows.

  My muscles clench when she carelessly goes for more.

  I reach out, about to take the damn bottle when she shoves herself back, a loud, heavy screech echoing around us as her chair goes with her. In the same move, she lifts the fucking thing to her mouth and goes for a long swallow.

  I jolt from my seat, and it’s like a chain reaction.

  My brothers and Raven fly up with me, Victoria on her feet in the same damn second as us.

  “Put the fucking—”

  “Try and act concerned right now and I’ll finish this fucking thing,” she swears, cutting me off. “This is what you set this up for, don’t play like it’s not.”

  Raven masks her expression, shifting her eyes between the two of us.

  Victoria slams into her seat, tipping her head back on a mocking laugh.

  “Man, I expected so much more,” she drags out, cutting a glare to Raven as she speaks to me. “This is juvenile, a trick from my own act, in fact. Of course, I was on the other side.”

  There’s a bite in her tone that has me curious, and I glance at Raven right as she lifts her chin at Victoria.

  “Fuck you talkin’ about, VicVee?” Royce asks.

  She blinks hard. “I’m here, I’m buzzed. Should we move along?”

  “You should be on your ass.” Maddoc glares.

  Exactly.

  “Wanna ask me why I’m not?” She smirks, tucks her hair behind her ear, her eyes moving to mine. “Oh I forgot, questions are hard to come by,” she calls me out.

  Anger cuts through me, but like a shard of glass dipped in poison, it stings of betrayal when I wish it would burn with hate.

  “And loose lips’ll get your ass beat,” Raven snaps.

  Victoria’s glare flies to her. “As do lies, right?” she challenges.

  Raven goes to step closer to her, but Maddoc shoots back to his feet, glaring down at her pregnant belly.

  Raven’s jaw tics. “I never lied to them.”

  “Whatever you have to say to convince yourself to feel better.”

  What...

  Raven gapes at Victoria, a laugh leaving both her and Royce at the same time.

  Victoria’s eyes snap toward Royce before landing on me.

  Hold on...

  It takes me a moment, but then it hits, and a heavy frown covers my forehead. I lean forward, planting my hands out on the table to get as close without moving my feet as possible.

  “Are you fucking kidding me?” My eyes move between hers. “You want to sit here and question her loyalty?”

  She doesn’t speak.

  Holy shit.

  I straighten my spine, brows lifted high as I stare at her.

  “You really think Raven didn’t come home and tell me, tell us, what Maria told
her? That I don’t know the woman who helped keep my daughter from me, your mother, held me as a baby because she couldn’t hold you?

  “My father was gracious enough to take pity on her, an outcast Graven maid, before and after her pregnancy, gave her a home when she had nothing, and still she took me, separating me from my dad and my brothers like you were separated from her and with no care for anyone else’s feelings but herself. I know he spent weeks searching so he could bring me back home, where I belonged, with my family, and instead of killing her like he easily could have, he let her live.”

  Her brows draw in.

  “Unlike you, Raven came to me, to us as a whole, like a true Brayshaw would, and shared what she learned, what she knew I’d not only want to hear but need to know. She understands loyalty isn’t always easy.”

  “Yet you looked so surprised to learn Maria was my mother.”

  “Not surprised she was your mom, Victoria. Surprised you knew she was. Maria made it seem like you had no fucking clue. She acted as if you were out roaming, not connected to her and none the fucking wiser.”

  Victoria says nothing, her eyes remaining just as hard as she tips her head back, drowning herself in more liquor.

  I dart over, yanking it from her and grip her wrist. “What the hell is the matter with you?”

  “Apple juice,” she seethes.

  I tense and she uses that second to tear her arms free.

  She pushes to her feet, walks around me, all eyes following her as she picks up the bottle we were drinking from and sniffs.

  She nods, setting it down and looking across the four of us, arms out at her sides, only to let them fall with a hard slap to her thighs. “So what was the plan here, exactly? Get me drunk while you pretend to drink, obviously, but what was to follow that?”

  Anger.

  Pure, heated bitterness blisters in her eyes.

  She’s completely closed off, a girl I’ve never seen, don’t know or understand stands in front of us.

  Suddenly I regret everything that’s just taken place, want to wish and wash it away and I want it to take the black look she gives me with it, and I have no clue why, nothing even happened.

  She drank, we didn’t.