Braxton

by Shayne Ford

  “Yeah... Okay... I’m fucking writing...” he mutters. “I’m writing a fucking novel,” he says jokingly.

  “Since when?”

  “I’m fucking with you, Jagger...”

  “Well, you shouldn’t,” I say, serious, and he shoots his eyes to me.

  “It’s good... whatever that is... It’s good.”

  “It’s nothing really... I was bored, hard, and the war books didn’t cut it.”

  I purse my lips to crush a smile.

  He flicks his eyes to me. No longer angry, they glint as he flashes a grin.

  “Don’t look at me like that. Where’s Violet?”

  “In my bed.”

  He cocks an eyebrow.

  “So what the hell are you doing in my room, then?”

  “I didn’t want to wake her up.”

  “You’re like a fucking baby, Jagger.”

  “Look who’s fucking talking... The one who writes love letters at five o’clock in the morning.”

  His fist zings into my shoulder, shoving me into the headboard.

  “Hey... Take it easy, man.”

  “How the fuck do you know it’s a love letter?”

  I pause, and his eyes stay on me as I weigh my words.

  “I don’t know... It felt that way,” I say with a softer voice.

  He looks away.

  “It wasn’t a love letter.”

  “Okay, if you say so.”

  “Stay out of my business, Jagger.”

  “Don’t be a fucking ass, Braxton. I didn’t do anything,” I say, raising my voice.

  He shushes me.

  “Stop shouting. You’re going to wake her up,” he says.

  I start laughing.

  “Good. That’s the fucking point.”

  A few moments of silence slip by. The breeze plays with the curtains, the morning light licking the windows.

  “So, what’s the story, Jagger?”

  I whip my head to the side and connect eyes with him.

  “With Violet...”

  “She wants us to live together,” I say.

  A shadow fleets through his eyes, and then a wall rises in them, hiding his emotion.

  “She does?” he asks evenly.

  “Yes. Seemingly, being apart didn’t work out for her either,” I say.

  “But that’s good, isn’t it?”

  “I guess...”

  “What’s the problem?”

  “The problem is, I don’t want to move to her place. And getting another one right now wouldn’t make much sense, and then there’s that boss of hers...”

  “What the fuck is your problem, man? It’s not like she’s falling for his tricks.”

  “I don’t fucking care. I don’t like him near her. That’s all. I know he’s after her, and the man is relentless.”

  He studies me for a moment, a smile filling his eyes.

  “You’re pretty jealous... considering,” he says, and stretches a dirty smile that warms up my body.

  “That’s different,” I say, grinning.

  “Is it?” he asks teasingly.

  “Yeah... It fucking is,” I say, chuckling.

  He dips his eyes to my shorts. I palm my groin.

  “Because it turns you on,” he says softly.

  “Yes, it does,” I murmur.

  “What exactly turns you on?”

  “I don’t know... I like to see her turned on, crazed out of her mind. And I like to see you losing it too. I love the hunger she stirs up in you, the power she has over us, the need for total trust. It’s all or nothing.”

  “She’s hot...” he says, smiling, his fingers splaying over his towel. “My balls were about to explode when you propped her on that railing,” he says.

  “That’s why you ran into the house?” I ask, my eyes moving away from him.

  He goes quiet.

  “You never ran away, Braxton,” I say softly and raise my eyes to him.

  “This is different,” he says, folding one arm under his head, the other resting on his stomach.

  I roll to my side, prop myself on my elbow, and look at him.

  “What’s different?” I ask, my fingers touching his arm.

  He whips his eyes to me.

  “You were different,” he says. “I’ve never seen you so turned on.”

  “It bothered you?”

  He looks away and clicks his tongue.

  “No.”

  A grin rolls on his lips.

  “I was a moment from away from joining you. That’s why I left,” he says, laughing softly.

  He palms his groin, the bulge pushing against his hand. He notices my gaze, and I swing my eyes up swiftly.

  “So what do you want to do?” he asks with a different voice.

  “About what?” I ask, a bit distracted.

  “Moving in together and shit...”

  “I’ll have to think about it. Right now, everything sucks. Any way I look at it, it just doesn’t fucking jibes... Not the way I want to, anyway.”

  “What do you want?”

  “I want her, but other than that, it’s mostly what I don’t want, and a lot of things I don’t want have to do with living with my parents, and her being tied to that place and job...”

  “There’s not much you can do about it. She’s not like you and me, and if she wants a different kind of life she has to claim it on her own.”

  “You think I don’t know that?” I mumble, pissed.

  “There’s no perfect anything, Jagger... You have to play it by ear.”

  “I’m already doing it, and it doesn’t do much for me...”

  “I think you’re wrong.”

  “Am I?”

  He smiles and softly nods.

  “Yeah... She took a fucking plane to come down here and talk to you, and she wants to live with you. That's not nothing. Besides the other stuff...” he mutters, his face flushed as he moves his hand up against the towel, stroking the ridge of his cock.

  “I guess you’re right,” I murmur, my eyes staying on his hand.

  A few moments of silence crawl between us before I flick my eyes up and realize he was watching me the whole time.

  “You should go,” he says and winks at me. “I’m a little busy right now. Plus, I bet she’s warm and naked in your bed, and soon she’ll be awake...”

  I start laughing, and I don’t make the slightest move.

  “So, what’s the story with you not getting laid?”

  “I told you I don’t want to talk about it,” he says, smiling.

  “But I do.”

  “Good for you. Talk.”

  “It takes two to talk.”

  “Well sometimes it takes two to fuck as well...” he says.

  “Seriously, man... What’s the problem?”

  “There’s no problem. I just don’t feel it. It’s fucking boring.”

  “It’s worse than doing this alone?”

  My hand lands on top of his.

  Chuckling, he pushes mine away.

  “When I’m doing this I don’t have to romance anyone.”

  “Ohhh!! Come one, man. When was the last time you romanced someone?”

  He bursts into laughter.

  “Exactly. Why the hell should I start now?”

  I fix my own bulge straining against my shorts, and he motions to the door.

  “This is a moment as good as any to make yourself sparse and bury that hard-on in her sweet pussy. My dick has a date with my hand,” he says.

  Grinning, I push up to my feet.

  “You’re gonna owe me big time, Braxton.”

  “I fucking hope so,” he says smiling, his hand untucking the towel, his fingers curling around his hard shaft.

  My eyes linger on that a moment longer before I adjust my cock and slip out the door.

  3

  VIOLET

  Sunlight filters through the flowing curtains, and a smell of coffee wafts through the air. His body moves behind me.

  “I’
d love to wake up like this every day,” I murmur, reaching back and curling my fingers around his erection.

  “You could wake up like this,” he says, his arm sliding around my waist, his hardness nestling between my butt cheeks. He starts grinding against me.

  “Not in real life, I couldn’t,” I murmur.

  “Have you tried?” he says as he gently slides his fingers between my folds.

  Moaning, I roll my hips, quickly losing my focus.

  “What?”

  He leans to my ear, his lips brushing the earlobe.

  “Have you tried to change your life?”

  His breath fans over my skin, and the sheet crumples in my fist.

  “Lost your voice, huh?”

  “I... can’t talk right now,” I say.

  Smoothly, he lodges himself inside me.

  “So you liked it last night...” he says, thrusting, and a shudder falls through me.

  “I take that as a yes.”

  “I did... Yes...”

  “You liked him watching us...” he murmurs as he roots himself in me. My nails sink into his arm. “You did, huh?”

  Without answering, I move with him, soaking him with my wetness.

  “Fuck, Violet...” he groans and nudges me to my stomach, his body coming on top of mine.

  “Oh... Jagger... I can’t ... Oh, my...”

  I mumble, making absolutely no sense as I slip over that edge and he starts pounding me, the wave soaring through me, sweeping me like a tornado.

  He breathes heavily behind me, so close...

  “Say it, baby...”

  “Yes, I loved him watching us...”

  The words burst out of my mouth as he fucks me straight to the peak of pleasure, his and mine, creaming my walls with his release.

  The sand is warm, the sky cloudless. The footpath snakes between patches of greenery, leading us along a wooden fence. In the distance, the blue-green ocean merges with the horizon.

  I stretch my towel on the sand.

  “You can go now,” I say.

  “Are you sure?” they ask at once, and I slice my eyes to them.

  Braxton tilts his head back, his azure eyes soaking me in. Jagger’s smile plays in his dark-green eyes.

  “Yes. You can go,” I say, waving them off.

  I shed my dress off me, and Braxton’s eyes dip below my waist. Jagger locks his arm around his neck and pulls him to the ocean.

  “Come on, man. I want to see her,” Braxton protests, grinning.

  “You’ve seen enough, motherfucker.”

  Jagger pulls him harder, making him stumble, and Braxton slips out of his lock, regains his balance, and sprints toward the water.

  Jagger follows him, and moments later their bodies arch in the air, the sunlight shining on their backs briefly before they vanish under a foam-capped turquoise wave.

  I sprawl onto the towel and run my hand over my eyes, the image staying with me. The sun and ocean in the background, and then their glowing faces.

  Laid on my stomach, I prop my chin on my folded arms and stare at the horizon, my eyes following a boat that’s sailing offshore.

  My mind drifts away as the sound of crying seagulls and crashing waves rolls in my ears. The time seems to stop as I become one with the ocean, the sand, and the crying birds, my sight filled with the two men who keep slicing the water.

  I could have them in my life forever.

  I roll to my back, and for a few good moments, I stare at the sky. A soft rustle falls in my ears, muffled footsteps nearing me.

  Beads of water plop on my chest as two strong arms lift me up, pulling me off my towel.

  “Jagger! No, no... No!”

  “Oh, yes.”

  He walks toward the water, with me wrapped around him.

  “Jagger... This is the ocean. I can’t do it,” I say, and I begin to squirm.

  “I’m not gonna let you drown.”

  He puts me down and grabs my hand, dragging me into the ocean. We stop not far from where the waves begin to curl.

  An arm's length away from us, Braxton’s eyes sparkle almost green like the water, his shiny black hair swept all back, his chest glistening.

  “Oh, my God! It’s coming,” I say, my eyes widening in horror as the wave rises behind his back.

  I loop my arms around Jagger’s neck. He jumps, pulling me up with him, the crest of foam crashing against his back, the water almost knocking us down.

  I let out a girlish scream.

  “She’s gonna pull you under,” Braxton says, his chest rocking with laughter.

  “Don’t be an ass,” I say and stretch my arm to him, wrecking Jagger’s balance.

  He lets go of me and slips beneath the water while Braxton catches me, lifting me high above another wave.

  “Why are you so panicked? You’re gonna fucking kill him,” he says, chuckling.

  “Shut up, Braxton,” I say holding onto him as another wall of water rises in the background.

  Desperately, I glance around searching for Jagger. The wave rolls fast toward us.

  I wrap my legs around Braxton, and his arm braces my back, his fingers splaying on my backside.

  We lock eyes for a moment before the pounding mass of water crashes into us. His grip tightens as the ocean knocks us under, and pulls us to the bottom.

  Swiftly, he pushes up with me.

  “You okay?” he asks.

  “Yes. It wasn’t that bad,” I say, panting and shivering.

  We drift into deeper waters, and the waves start coming gentler, crashing away from us.

  I’ve never, in my life, ventured so far.

  In so many ways.

  A smile spills in Braxton’s eyes as Jagger sneaks behind my back and wraps his arms around me.

  He covers me with kisses, and I lean back against his chest, my eyes locked with Braxton’s.

  The sun begins to set, casting a glow over the water, the reflection playing on his face, highlighting his handsome features. Trimmed with dripping black lashes, his blue eyes narrow, soaking me in.

  A soft shiver rolls down my spine as he slowly grins.

  My hands slide off his arms while he reluctantly lets go of me, his eyes still holding mine. His glance shifts to the man behind my back, whose lips trace the column of my neck and palms run smoothly on my stomach.

  Braxton’s eyes dip, observing Jagger’s hands before they flick up to my face.

  “Jagger,” I say softly.

  His lips trail my neck, placing kisses along the way, spurring goosebumps in their wake. Smoothly, he slides his hands over my chest removing the small triangles of fabric, freeing my breasts. Braxton’s eyes drop again as Jagger’s hands roll down between my legs, pushing my panties down.

  “Jagger...?” I murmur again, virtually naked in front of Braxton, whose gaze slowly licks my skin.

  He inches close to me, his eyes sparkling like blue diamonds.

  “What baby?” Jagger asks with a smoky voice, his fingers brushing my slit, slipping between my folds, and circling the swollen flesh.

  A crave quickly builds up between my legs. Speechless, I watch Braxton coming so close to me I can feel his thighs against mine, and his chest against my breasts as he wraps his arm around my waist and glues me to him. Jagger’s breath fans over my shoulder, his hand curled around my neck, his fingers stroking me between my legs. His cock hard against my butt.

  I moan, and lust flares up in Braxton’s eyes. He brings his hand to my face, his fingers touching my aching lips. Hunger barrels through me as Jagger takes me where he wants, driving me toward a pool of pleasure that’s so hard to resist.

  My body screams for him.

  For them.

  “Braxton...” I mumble, my voice trembling, my body shaking.

  “I told you it was inevitable,” he says, and my heart thuds in my chest as his breath is on my lips, his fingers cuffing my neck, his touch raising a storm in me.

  “Let him kiss you...” Jagger purrs in my ear, and I
turn fluid like the ocean.

  We share silence for a moment as if we’re part of a ceremony, shrouded in the light of dusk, surrounded by the water.

  “Let him love you, baby,” Jagger says softly as if he’s sensing there’s a last dam that needs to crumble before I can fully taste this... experience.

  Softly caressing my neck, Braxton lowers his mouth and tenderly touches my lips, his lips quivering with emotion. We share a soft kiss that overloads my senses. I tremble and touch his chest, and he pulls back a little and drinks me in. His eyes deeper than the ocean, hotter than the sun, mysterious as the sky.

  “Don’t fear him... Let him come to you,” Jagger says, and my body melts in their arms.

  Sliding my hand up Braxton's torso, I slowly explore his chest, and the coiling serpent on his shoulder as it nuzzles his neck and hides under his raven hair.

  His sapphire eyes explode with light, his mouth coming close to mine, his breath hot against my skin.

  He fans his fingers over my neck as he slowly parts his lips and starts kissing me. His tongue coaxes mine into a tango of pleasure and lust. He’s soft and tender, yet tense and boiling deep beneath his skin, his touch setting me ablaze.

  My fingers grip his neck.

  “That’s good, baby,” Jagger whispers in my ear, and pleasure soars through my body.

  Braxton deepens our kiss, his tongue sweeping mine with a hungry stroke, and my arms twine around his neck, a moan vibrating in my throat.

  Locked in his embrace, I lean on him, as Jagger slips his fingers in me from behind. I gasp and tear my lips away, and Braxton’s eyes fill with a smile.

  “He’s good, isn’t he?” he murmurs, his lopsided grin turning my core into a puddle.

  His eyes dip to my mouth as he slowly runs his tongue over his lips, hunger fleeting through his gaze.

  “Oh, damn...” I mumble, rocking against Jagger’s hand, my nails sinking into Braxton’s neck.

  This is beyond words.

  Jagger’s groan falls in my ears, the hard ridge of his bare cock pressed against me.

  Braxton’s eyes turn hazy with lust.

  He slides one hand down my thigh, lifting it up to his hip, and spreads my legs for Jagger while pulling me flush against his cock.

  I can’t believe we’re doing this.

  Jagger fills me up and thrusts, his fingers tense on my body, his teeth sunk into my shoulder. Moaning and panting, I part my lips, begging...