by Shayne Ford
He grunts, and pumps me while I close my eyes and swirl my tongue around the hard crown in my mouth.
“Let it come, baby...” I hear Braxton’s voice.
I open my eyes and catch his gaze roaming over my face. His eyes narrow, his lips curling into a lustful smile as he flexes his abs and pushes deep into my mouth. Pleasure floods my body, lifting me to an amazing high.
Haze spills into Braxton's eyes.
“I love to fuck you...” he rumbles, and Jagger growls behind him.
“Fuck you… You couldn’t help it...” he mumbles as he hammers me hard, his groans making Braxton’s cock harden to the point of bursting.
My body arches one more time and then it stiffens, a squeal lifting off my lips. Their growls fill my ears as cum hits the back of my throat, at the same time shooting inside my core.
Flushed, panting, and holding my drunken gaze, Braxton pulls out and grabs his cock, his hand stroking fast, his cum spraying my chest and lips.
With reckless abandon, we all ride that high before we slowly plug back to reality.
They crash on their backs, and I start to pull my knees together.
“Don’t...” Braxton murmurs and briefly locks Jagger’s eyes.
Jagger smiles at him and lowers his mouth to me. His lips crush mine, locking me into a deep kiss as we share the taste of Braxton’s release.
Before I can draw a breath, Braxton's tongue slides between my legs, licking Jagger’s cum. A spike of pleasure sweeps through me.
“Oh... my… Is he really doing this?” I murmur against Jagger’s lips.
“Uh-huh…” he mutters as Braxton swallows the last drop of cum from between my legs.
He runs his tongue over my clit, kissing my swollen flesh, revving up my body in no time.
I grip Jagger’s arm.
“Shit...” I mumble.
It all comes so fast. I slip my fingers in Braxton’s hair, press his head between my legs, his tongue already fucking my core.
“Don’t you fucking stop,” I growl.
I shift my drunken eyes to Jagger, and he locks my lips, his tongue fucking my mouth. And that’s it. My body starts to break again.
“Why war studies?” I ask Braxton as he sets my coffee on the patio table.
He takes a seat next to me.
“It’s not boring.”
“Everything else is?”
“Mmm-hmm. Mostly.”
“You’re an interesting man,” I say, stretching my crossed legs over his lap.
His hand slides smoothly up my legs and stops on my thighs.
“No, I’m not.”
He takes a sip of coffee and gazes at the blue sea gleaming in the distance.
“Why a Finance Degree?” he asks.
I scrunch up my nose.
“It made sense at the time,” I say.
“Hmm. Did you like it?”
“No, not really, but liking it was not something that I had in mind. I kinda expected that I wasn’t gonna like it, so it didn’t matter at that time.”
I pause and take a gulp of water.
“Jagger told me you write,” I say as I set the bottle on the table.
He swings his gaze away again, his cheeks turning red.
“He did?”
“Yes.”
“Motherfucker,” he says, smiling.
“Was he not supposed to?”
“It’s nothing, really.”
“Can I see it?”
He whips his gaze to me.
“No.”
“Why not?”
He sways his head side to side, grinning.
“There’s nothing to see. He’s just running his mouth.”
“He said it was a love letter. I like to read love letters.”
“It wasn’t, and how would he know anyway? He’s never written one.”
“How do you know?”
His eyes come to me.
“Has he?” he asks, serious. I search his eyes for a moment. “Did he write it to you?” he asks, a bit intrigued and curious.
“Would it make you jealous?” I ask jokingly.
He clicks his tongue and looks away, his fingers brushing his raven hair.
“No, it’s just that I didn’t think he had it in him.”
A few moments tick by.
“What if I didn’t show up?” I ask, and he shifts his gaze to me. “What would’ve happened with you two?” I add, and his eyes narrow, their color turning blue-gray.
“What do you mean?”
Tension trickles in his voice.
“You spent almost two weeks in California. Jagger said there were no women…”
“You don’t believe him?” he asks, rushed and nervous.
“Yes, I do, although I’m not going to pretend it’s easy. I’ve heard the women in the background when I talked to him on the phone, and then I found them here, clinging to him. You had no idea if and when I’d show up in Ibiza. I do want to believe him, but it’s hard to explain all these women.”
“After that weekend in Jagger’s beach house, our moms were close to pulling a family intervention, so I came up with this idea to make it look like there was nothing serious.”
“How would they know anyway?”
“My sister.”
“Oh... But now she knows I’m here.”
“She left last night just before you came. She’s in Italy.”
“What about that Marco guy?”
“He has better things to do than dish on our business with his cousin’s girlfriend.”
“Was she in California too?”
He nods.
“You shared the same place?” I ask, suddenly irked.
He turns his eyes to me, a small smile curling his lips.
“Are you still bothered by her?”
I avert my eyes.
His fingers come to my chin, tipping my face up.
“She didn’t share the place with us. She stayed with her boyfriend. Jagger didn’t lie. It was only him and me. Anyway, you shouldn’t be afraid of her. Diana is not the woman you think she is.”
“How do you know what I think?”
“He told me. He knew what was going on in your mind that night when you ran away, but you were wrong. It was nothing serious between them. He was nothing more than a chase for her, like so many other men in her life. When she settles–– if she ever does, she’ll find someone who’ll worship her and never challenge her. She’s different than you.”
I slide my hand over his fingers.
“What about you?” I ask holding his hand in mine.
His instinct tells him to pull it away. I can see it in his eyes.
“What about me?” he asks, his lips pursing into a mysterious smile.
“What does he mean to you?”
“I think you know the answer.”
“I’m not so sure,” I murmur, the flashback of that dream coming back to me. “What happened in California?”
“Nothing,” he says looking straight into my eyes.
I tip my head to the side, looking at him, incredulous.
“We had a fight.”
“What kind of fight?” I ask and take a sip of coffee, slowly running my tongue over my lips.
The motion catches his eye, bringing a smile to his lips. Taking me completely by surprise, he leans to me and gives me a soft kiss.
My face burns with a blush. He sweeps his thumb over the corner of my mouth wiping away a drop of coffee, and then pulls back, his eyes filled with a grin.
“We fought because of you.”
“Me?”
He lets out a soft chuckle.
“Yeah… It was inevitable,” he says, amused.
“It was?” I say, and this time we share a peal of laughter.
Within seconds, my smile dies out.
“Was it because of that last day we spent together...?” I ask softly, my heart thudding in my chest.
“Partly.”
Guilt falls through me. He catc
hes sight of my teary eyes.
“Hey...” His hand comes to my face. “He made the rules. Not me or you. Nothing was... is off limits,” he says.
“Is that true?”
He smiles at a fleeting thought.
“Yes. Except for other people.”
“Is that the only exception?” I ask.
He shifts his focus from my lips to my eyes.
“I can’t think of anything else,” he says holding my gaze, his lips curved into a smile.
“You know... I had a dream about you two.”
His grin stays on his lips, his eyes losing their luster.
“What kind of dream?”
“Are you ready?” Jagger’s voice rips through the air.
Braxton and I whip our heads to him.
“Who’s going swimming with me?” he asks looking at us.
Braxton’s eyes dart between Jagger and me.
“You two,” he says.
“Um... No, no... I can’t. I need to get ready for that party anyway,” I say, pushing up to my feet.
“There’s enough time,” Jagger says and plants a kiss on my lips.
“It takes longer for girls,” I say.
“Braxton?”
Braxton looks at Jagger and then at me.
“Are you fucking coming?” Jagger asks, chuckling.
“Sure,” Braxton finally says and pulls out of the chair.
7
BRAXTON
“So, what’s up with the mood?” Jagger asks, wringing water from his hair, and then brushing the sand off his towel. “Why are you so quiet?”
Shielding my eyes from the sun, I glance at him.
“Why are you such a big mouth?”
“What the hell did I do?” he asks, grinning.
“She fucking knows everything.”
“Like what?”
“Like what you read on my computer,” I say. He smiles. “That wasn’t your business, to begin with, and then you had nothing better to do than to tell her about it.”
“I didn’t tell her what was in it,” he says.
“She knew it was a love letter,” I drawl mockingly. “Those were your words.”
“I didn’t tell her what it was all about.”
I let out a nervous chuckle.
“As if you knew?”
He lies on his side, propped on his elbow, and stays quiet for a moment.
Sprawled on my back, I glance up at him. His cheeks glow under the golden light, the sea reflecting in his eyes.
“What if I know?” he murmurs.
My heart spins in my chest.
“It’s not what you think,” I say, my voice suddenly soft.
He peels his gaze away, tosses his head back, and shakes his hair, then combs it with his fingers.
“What do I think, Braxton?”
I bite back a curse.
“I don’t know, and anyway, I don’t want to talk about it,” I say.
He laughs and looks at me, the sunset flowing through his eyes.
“You don’t even know what I told her.”
“What did you tell her?”
He looks at me again, his smile withering away.
“I told her it was well written, and it had a lot of emotion in it...” His quiet voice trails off for a moment. “But I didn’t tell her it was about a man’s heart. Someone who felt trapped and shackled by his passion,” he says, his eyes melting into mine.
Frozen, I watch him shift his position. Leaning really close to me, he places his elbow on my chest and brings his hand to my face, his mouth an inch away. A teasing smile curves his lips.
It feels as if I’m free falling.
Cupping my face, he locks my eyes and breathes in me.
“Tell me, Brax... Why do you feel trapped?” he murmurs, almost touching my lips, and I have to palm my groin to press my cock down.
It’s so hard. And it’s twitching.
Slowly, he raises an eyebrow, his eyes darting back and forth, feasting on my emotion. He’s so close to me, my heart aches.
He dips his gaze and lowers his lips, my hand shooting up and hitting his chest so fast and hard he falls on his back.
He doesn’t have time to react before I leap up to my feet and sprint to the house, gritting my teeth as I try to push back the last snapshot of his eyes.
I wish he were mocking me.
I wish he were joking.
But no, no.
He wasn’t laughing. He was serious. And his eyes were telling me he feels the way I feel. But if we do this now, we’ll ruin everything. She’ll know. She already suspects it.
She fucking dreams about it.
VIOLET
A sweet floral scent of roses and jasmine floats over me as I spritz perfume on my wrists.
“So how was it?” Liv’s voice fills my ear.
I set the bottle on the table and walk to the window.
The memory of last night comes back to me.
“Eventful...” I say, a smile threading through my voice.
“How was the make-up sex?” she asks, snickering at the other end.
“It was, um... good,” I say, crushing a smirk.
“Hmm... It must’ve been out of this world,” she says, her mind already made up.
“It was,” I admit.
“So how’s the area. Are you staying at a hotel?”
“It’s gorgeous. No, no. It’s a, um... a villa. The sea is within walking distance. You can see it from the house. It’s really nice.”
“What’s the plan, then?” she asks, excited.
“Well... “
“Yes?”
“I’ll be back at the beginning of next week and, um...” I pause for a moment. “I’m thinking of coming back here.”
Her voice explodes in my ear.
“Oh, my God!! I’m so happy for you.”
“We’ll see. It’s nothing sure,” I say, trying to temper her enthusiasm, and quench my anxiety at the same time.
“No, no... Don’t say that.”
Careful not to make a noise with my stilettos, I step out on the terrace.
“It’s a big thing for me,” I say quietly.
She lowers her voice as well.
“I know what you mean. I felt the same way when I moved overseas, but once I got there things were simpler than I thought.”
“Well, it’s a bit different for me. I’ll have to live off my savings and then start working on my own business, and hopefully, no shit comes my way. Especially the kind that costs money.”
“Shit knows no borders, Violet. You can have it here as well.”
I breathe out a chuckle.
“I know. But what if this thing doesn’t work out, and I need to come back?”
“First of all, why do you always have to think that something won’t work out? If it happens... Well, you’ll just come back.”
“With no job or place to live.”
“You can stay at my place until you find something else. And hopefully, by that time you’ll have your business set-up and no need to find another job. I came back three times. As you can see I have a good job and a nice place to live.”
“True,” I say and swivel back to the house.
Out of the corner of my eyes, I notice Braxton sprinting up the wooden stairs, coming from the beach. I pull back and hide behind a plant.
He dashes across the backyard and enters the house, a frown creasing his brow. A few doors open and close with a slam before silence fills the house again.
“Are you still there?”
“Yes. I need to go now. I’m getting ready for a party.”
“Okay. We’ll talk.”
I crane my neck out just as Jagger rushes up the stairs as well. His face is dark, his eyes spewing fire. He vanishes inside the house.
Quietly, I slip into the study room, and absently, I browse the book selection, focusing more on the noises of the house than the tomes. A shower runs somewhere in the back while a door swings open with noise on
the opposite side.
What is wrong with them?
Without paying much attention, I pick one of Braxton’s War Studies books and start leafing through it as another door opens and dance music drifts through the air briefly before it fades out. I glance at the time. It’s way past seven.
We’re supposed to leave soon.
I close the book when a folded piece of paper, slides from between the pages and falls on the floor. I pick it up and slip it back inside, the handwriting catching my eyes. I pull it out and unfold it.
I don’t know how to tell you this... I know I’m a coward, and I know it’s the worst time. I may regret it later on... Hell, I’m damn sure I will regret it because there’s never a good time for something like this, especially now. I hope you’re not going to hate me. These are the things I’ve pushed back for so long, and I can no longer
The writing stops in the middle of the sentence. I flip the paper over hoping to find the next word or sentence or paragraph on the other side. I open the book and flip it upside down looking for another piece of paper.
Nothing.
I fold it and put it back in the book, and then I search the shelves looking for another handwritten piece to compare the handwriting.
Is this Braxton’s letter? It’s his book, so the logical answer would be yes.
Come to think of it, I’ve never seen Jagger’s handwriting.
“Nice ride, Braxton,” I say glancing at the leather seats as I get settled in his brand new, silver Mercedes.
“Uh-huh,” he grumbles from the driver’s seat.
“Where are we going?”
“A dinner party,” Jagger mumbles at my side.
That I already know.
I shoot him a glance, and he swiftly moves his gaze away and looks outside.
I insisted on sitting in the back by myself, yet he didn’t want to occupy the seat in the front, next to Braxton.
“Are you two okay?” I ask minutes later, the tension between them so thick it makes the air unbreathable.
“Mmm-hmm,” Braxton mutters, pulling the car to a smooth stop in front of a villa, overlooking the sea.
Braxton climbs out the car and rushes ahead of us while Jagger and I step out. I pull him to the side.
“What’s going on?”
“Nothing,” he says, sadness lurking in his eyes.