by Blue Saffire
“There’s a lot going on. You just don’t understand,” I rub my forehead, trying to release the building tension.
Brax sighs. “Look, Baby. I don’t want to fight. I just see shit you don’t see. Whatever’s going on with her. It’s a problem. We have enough shit against us as it is. Her ass is an easy fix. Stop fucking with her.”
I get pissed. I’m tired of all of this. I just wanted one nice night and it’s turned into this. I didn’t want to talk about Lucy, work, my situation with Amanda, none of it.
“Where’s this coming from?” I snap.
Brax scoffs. “I’ve been trying to tell you this for months. But if you really want to know. Lucy called just before you got here. She said you guys were supposed to go see a movie, but you were late.
“You and I both know that’s some bullshit. You guys were together earlier. She made it seem like she hadn’t seen you all day, asking me if I heard from you,” he snarls.
My brows knit, my anger turning to Lucy, instead of Brax. “Seriously?”
Brax presses his lips, giving me a pointed look. My mind starts to turn over his words and Lucy’s behavior lately. What the hell?
I don’t even notice when Brax stands and rounds the table. He plucks me from my seat, sitting in my place, and brings me down into his lap. I wrap my arms around his neck.
“I’m sorry. That shit got under my skin. You probably think I’m being insecure, but…I just have this feeling, H. I need you to be more careful with her. Don’t underestimate what I’m saying to you.”
The plea in his voice tugs at my heart. “I hear you,” I nod.
“Good,” he cups the back of my neck. “Come here.”
I don’t protest. I lean in as he draws me to him. When our lips meet, I feel like my whole world rights itself. Braxton’s lips slip over mine and my mouth parts open. He quickly enters my cavern with passion and possession.
Dinner and Lucy are both forgotten. A deep groan comes from his chest, sending a shiver through me. Not for the first time, I think of what it would be like to feel him inside me. The thought doesn’t last long. I’m so far from ready for that. I don’t want lust to ruin the bigger connection we’re building.
“Are you going to let me taste you tonight?” he rasps, in between nipping and sucking at my lips.
I nod, unable to say the words, but knowing I need more. I need just a little more, although not ready for the full course. Brax stands, carrying me outside to the apartment balcony. He places me on the glass outdoor table.
His eyes are filled with so much desire, as he looks down at me. His hair is blowing in the slight breeze, making him look sexy as hell. His dress shirt molds perfectly to his shoulders and well defined arms. I can see him straining against his jeans.
“Don’t move,” he commands.
I look at him curiously, as he backs his way into the apartment. I let my head fall back, looking up at the stars. My mind wonders to Lucy, then to Amanda. Something was a little off the last I saw my sister.
Maybe Brax is right about Lucy. I haven’t been as focused as I should be on things between us. For one, I’m just so annoyed with it all. Secondly, I have so much other stuff going on in my life.
“Not tonight,” Brax tsks, when he returns with a bowl and a bottle of champagne in his hands. “Wherever your mind just went, we’ll deal with it tomorrow. Tonight, I’m celebrating that pussy.”
He steps between my legs, placing the bowl and champagne on either side of me. I squirm before him, anticipation licking at my veins, inciting my blood to pump faster. I can already feel myself dripping.
Brax is my boyfriend. This is okay. You’ve done this before. He’s safe.
I chant the words in my head. It’s getting easier not to need to, but I still do to keep from freaking out. No matter how good I know he’ll make me feel, I’ve come to the brink of losing it a time or two. Although, Brax knows me so well, each time, he pulled me back just before I fell over.
It’s one of the reasons I know I’ve fallen so hard for him. He’s always there to make me feel safe. His touch is always the soothing balm to my aching soul.
Braxton’s long fingers begin to peel my panties from beneath my dress. His eyes remain on mine, always proving he’s here for me. He slips my underwear right over my feet, tucking them into his back pocket. I know I’m not getting those back.
Bending at the waist, he gets eye level with my soaked core. I hear more than see him inhale deeply. He uses a finger to collect the arousal that’s dripping between my cheeks, bringing it back up to my wet folds.
“Damn, you smell so good. How have I gone so long without eating this pussy?” he murmurs.
“Brax,” I pant, my core clenching.
He reaches for the champagne, taking a swig, before reaching in the bowl, and pulling out a fat strawberry. I lift to my elbows to watch what he plans to do. Lowering his body, he pushes my thighs back, taking advantage of my flexibility.
He places the strawberry between my folds, then allows the champagne to drip from his lips on to my mound. His mouth his on me swiftly. Lapping around the strawberry, but never disturbing it. Not until after he chases the liquid from both my sex and his mouth.
When he has licked me to his liking, his tongue makes a scooping motion to retrieve the strawberry. I throw my head back, letting my cry rent through the air. My belly is on fire, my mind has gone blank, only allowing me to feel this pleasure, nothing else.
“Best chocolate covered strawberry I’ve ever had in my life,” Brax says looking up at me with a crooked grin. His thumb starts to circle my clit. “One day when I do this, the world will know you’re mine. They’ll know I’m the man that worships every inch of you.”
“Brax,” I cry as my legs start to shake.
“I’m just getting started, Baby. Sit back and enjoy the stars, you’ll be see plenty.”
Sure enough, with another strawberry and mouth full of champagne, he brings me to the point of seeing more stars than those shining above. My chest heaves as I try to catch my breath. Braxton kisses my inner thigh, before licking it.
If I thought he was done, I was sorely mistaken. Braxton pushes my dress up, palming my ass to lift me, as he guides the fabric further up, until my breasts are exposed. The cool night air hits my tightened buds, only to have one warmed by the hot, wet suckle of his perfect mouth. His full lips play with my nipple, teasing, caressing, and worshiping my flesh.
I arch up into him, his thumb returns to my nub. I whimper, wanting him to stop, but never wanting this to end. Brax pulls away from the peak he’s lavishing to move across to the other. It receives the same attention and devotion.
I came so hard the first three times. The last two hitting back to back. I don’t think I have another in me. Brax on the other hand, has confidence in me and his skills,—as if his skills have a presence of their own that wraps the entire balcony and pulses through the air. I open my legs wider, starting to feel greedy and selfish. I’ve done nothing but take.
Brax lifts his head, his golden eyes locking on mine. “Whenever I bring you pleasure, it’s because I’m supposed to. It’s my job to. If I get to come, it’s an honor and a bonus. You will always come first,” he says hoarsely.
I think I come from is words alone. His words are for me. No one knows this Braxton. He’s all mine.
Chapter 33
Days Like This
Heather
I blink my eyes open and my heart fills with peace. The warmth from his strong arms wrapped around me makes everything in the world right again. In the perfect world, this would be us.
I reach to bring the collar of his shirt to my nose. Inhaling deeply, I tingle all over from just his scent. I wouldn’t mind staying here in a cocoon of Braxton.
The heat from his chest is scorching my back through his shirt, but I can’t bring myself to move. In fact, I wiggle closer to him, as he spoons me. One of his long legs is wrapped between mine. I smile when his leg shifts and the hairs tickle m
y skin.
“I just want to stay here all day,” Brax groans, moving his hand to my waist to hold me to him.
I giggle. “Didn’t know you were awake.”
He inhales deeply. “I’ve been in and out. Want to go see a movie?”
He kisses the back of my head, before moving to nuzzle my neck. Being wrapped in his attention has me feeling daze. I nearly agree, before it dawns on me what day it is.
“It’s Sunday, you have breakfast with the family,” I pout.
“We have breakfast with the family,” he grunts.
“Not this time,” I sigh.
“You can’t run from her forever,” he mutters. “Mom will find and corner you when she’s ready.”
“Not if she doesn’t suspect anything and she won’t as long as I stay way and don’t give anything away,” I shrug.
Brax rolls onto his back and blows out a breath. I turn to face him, unable to keep my eyes from rolling over his sexy body. He opens his mouth to say something, but thinks better of it, clamping his lips shut.
“Last night didn’t go exactly the way I planned. I’ll pick you up at six tonight. We need some real time together. A movie and something to eat. We can drive out a bit, I’m not asking, Baby. We need this,” he says, the command clear in his voice.
“Okay,” I relent. “I’m going to see Amanda this afternoon. I’ll be ready by six.”
“Good, now come here. You feel so good in the morning,” he gives me a sleepy, sexy smile.
I can’t resist. He feels amazing in the morning. This is the best way to wake up.
Clink.
He’s beating at my armor again. I can feel myself giving in to hope. My heart longs for days like this. Days when everything else is silence in the background. We can have this. Things have been going so well over the last four months, if you put aside my extra drama. It can only get better from here, right?
Famous last words, much?
Braxton
I pull up to Heather’s apartment and look around for Lucy’s car. I half expect her to jump onto my windshield. I’m pissed at myself for letting her call ruin last night. I’ve just been on edge, I know what I know. Something is up with Lucy.
I tamp down thoughts of confronting Heather’s “girlfriend.” Heather said she’ll handle it. I’m learning to let her. One thing I’ve learned is that Heather always needs to feel in control. It’s something I have to work hard at remembering.
I get out of the Bentley, grinning to myself. Heather is going to die, when she sees which car I’m driving. She still gives me shit for my choices in cars. Black and Lock treats me well. I don’t see why I shouldn’t indulge. I have plenty of money squared away for when it’s time to start a family.
The smile on my face broadens, when I think of starting my own family. I know we’re so far away from that, but a guy can dream. Someday, I have no doubts about it. It will happen someday.
I knock on the door, then look at my watch. I’m five minutes early. The door opens as my eyes lift from my wrist. My jaw falls, when Heather comes into view. It’s the simple changes that are just striking on her.
Her shapely legs and curvy hips are hugged by grey skinny jeans. A grey, well-cut, fitted leather biker jacket sits over a black t-shirt. The black, sexy as fuck calf high boots, with silver spiked heels have my mouth watering. Her hair is styled into a wave on top that clears the view of her stunning face. Her makeup is flawless, I never thought anyone could make grey lipstick look so good.
I’m so stunned, I don’t move as she steps out of the apartment and turns to lock the door. When her back is to me and her ass comes into view, I groan. Moving forward, I place my hands on either side of her head, leaning my forehead to the back of her head.
I feel her pause, her body melting into mine. We’re the perfect fit. My hands go to her hands, I don’t move. I just stand soaking in her essence. My eyes closed, the world around at a standstill, her scent overwhelming my head.
“If I had to choose death or a lifetime without you, I’d choose death every time. The more I see you be you, the more I want to move heaven and hell to open that door for you to walk all the way through. You leave me in awe,” I breathe against her skin.
Slowly she turns in my arms, when her eyes meet mine, they have a slight shine. I dip my head and take her sweet lips. The kiss is hot and she tastes so fucking good, but it doesn’t last long. Heather is the first to break the kiss.
“I missed you, too,” her words come with a shy smile.
I run my thumb over her now swollen lips. “Missed isn’t the word,” I chuckle. “Come on, we have a good drive and I don’t want to miss our movie.”
I lead her out to the car, with my hand on the small of her back. Just as I thought she would, she turns to me and rolls her eyes. I just grin at her, opening the door for her to climb in. Once she secure in the car, I round the back and get in.
“What are we going to see?” she chirps, looking over at me.
My heart skips a beat, when she reaches over and runs her fingers through the front of my hair. I reach for her hand, bring her palm to my lips. I can’t help myself, I flick my tongue out for a taste of her sweetness.
Heather’s lashes flutter closed. When they open again, slowly, I see the glow in her orbs. I place another kiss on her skin, before locking my fingers with hers and tucking her hand against my thigh.
“It’s a surprise,” I smile, pulling off.
“Brax, if you take me to a horror movie, I’m kicking your ass,” she grumbles.
“You wish,” I snort.
“You do know that I hold back on you,” she says.
I take a peek over at her to see a teasing grin on her lips. I twist my lips and lift my chin at her, before turning back to the road. I lift her hand to kiss the back of it.
“Sure,” I mutter.
“What kind of girlfriend would I be if I laid your ass out in front of your brothers?” She giggles.
I bark out a laugh. “Whatever, Baby. The day you lay my ass out, I’ll fill three shelves in your shoe closet,” I promise.
“Oh hell yeah, I’m holding you to that,” she hoots.
I turn to her and wink. “You’re welcome to.”
We continue with our little banter, until we get to the movie theater. I ordered our tickets online to keep the movie a surprise. After ordering a bunch of junk to split between us, I distract her as we enter to take our seats.
I’m nearly bouncing in my seat like a little kid, as the commercials roll. I know Heather is going to flip, when she sees what’s on the screen. It’s her favorite movie. I was so stoked to find it playing here.
Heather gasps as soon as the movie’s opening starts. She turns to me with a huge smile on her lips. Leaning in and almost knocking the popcorn in my lap over, she plants a big kiss on my lips.
“Last Dragon,” she gushes. “Thank you, B. I love you,” she says, before turning back to the screen.
I still, just staring at her. I don’t even think she knows she said it. She looks like a little kid staring out at the screen, happily eating gummy bears.
I lean over into her ear. “I love you too,” I whisper.
Her head slowly turns in my direction. I can see her own words, from moments ago, register in her head. Her eyes drop, her head dips. I reach for her chin, lifting it to bring us back at eye level.
“I already knew, but it’s good to hear it from your lips,” I whisper.
I dip my head to place a gentle kiss on her lips. Turning back to the movie, I toss some popcorn in my mouth. Now this is what I call a great date.
Heather
I hadn’t realized I said the words, until he whispered them back to me. They’re true. I’ve loved Brax for a while now. It’s becoming clearer with each day, how much he loves me as well.
I know keeping us a secret goes against everything in him. Yet, Brax does it for me. That alone shows me so much. Then, there are his words. Brax says all of the right things. The words that
make your breath hitch and your heart pound in your chest. That’s when he’s not saying shit to make my panties useless.
Although, finding a showing of The Last Dragon. That was just next level. It shows how much he not only knows me, but how much he loves me to drive us all the way out here to see it.
It’s late and we both have to work in the morning. After dinner, Braxton suggested we get a suite to stay the night. Feeling sluggish myself and knowing it’s a long drive I agreed.
Brax opens our suite with me tucked under his arm. I’m so full of emotion. I need to release some of it. I’ve warred all night with this decision. Painful memories have ridden me hard, as I try to push them back and tell myself this is different.
He gives you everything you need. Return the favor. You’re strong enough to take this step.
Before I can chicken out, I slip from under his arm, turning to push him against the door we just walked through. Brax’s eyes widen in surprise. I squat down, before he can react.
I’m swift about tugging his belt free and unzipping him. I have his pants slightly pulled down his hips and his length in my hand by the time he catches up to what’s going on.
“Heather, Baby, what are you doing?” He rasps, as I stroke him, needing to use both my hands.
I answer him by wrapping my lips around him. I keep my eyes on him, needing to lock in with that penetrating golden gaze. As if knowing I need to see into his soul while I do this, he holds my stare with a hungry one of his own.
I see so much love, desire, awe, and intensity. His jaw tightens and works beneath his skin, as I bob back and forth. His face contorts, a groan slipping from his lips, when I swirl my tongue.
I block out where I learned to do this from. I won’t let any of that steal from me any longer. I’m an adult now. I love this man before me, it’s not dirty for me to love him and show him that love this way.
“Fuck,” Brax groans, cupping the side of my face. “You’re so fucking gorgeous. Just seeing your lips wrapped around my cock is enough to make me come,” he moans.