by Blue Saffire
My heart still bleeds for them both. It will take time for those wounds to heal. I understand her reservations.
“So, if it weren’t for your dad, we could do this?” I ask, not doing well at hiding the hope in my voice.
She shrugs. “Yeah, I guess so. I’m over the dress thing. I don’t want a big wedding. Every time I think if it, it gives me a headache. Toby was relentless, when planning the wedding for Kamara. I think that burned me out,” Heather laughs.
“Okay, so for tonight, let’s do the Miami vice thing. Dress up in the pant suit I bought you and I have a matching outfit. We can stroll the strip and spend up Wyatt’s money,” I croon.
Heather’s laugh lights up her face. “We can do that,” she says with warmth in her eyes. “Brax, I’ll marry you any day my dad can walk me down the aisle,” she promises.
“I’m holding you to that promise,” I say, before taking her lips in a kiss.
Heather
I look in the mirror at the powder blue pants suit Brax bought for me. The pants legs are wide at the bottom and the jacket is fitted. Feeling naughty, I left the shell out, opting for a black lace bra. The black heels are sexy, I don’t think I could’ve put this outfit together better myself. It’s a cross between tomboy Heather and gentle, girly Heather.
I look down at my finger. I’ve been wearing my ring for everyone to see. I know we shocked a lot of people, but most seemed to have seen through us.
I think Lucy took the news the hardest. Yeah, I cut her some slack for jumping in front of a bullet for me and Brax. She’s fine now, back to running her oil company and she’s even been dating.
I don’t think we’ll ever be as close as we once were. I appreciate what she went to Ernest’s house to try to do. I just will never be able to have the same trust I once had with her. I’m trying, after a long talk, I understand where she was coming from, but it’s not going to be that easy for me.
I think Amanda has a crush on Brax. My mother, her guilt has eaten at her. She’s slowly getting back on her feet. The two of them have been living in my old apartment. Dad has helped them out a lot financially.
My Dad. He is such a big softy. My father has never held me tighter, than the day I sat him down and told him what I’ve been hiding for years. I love Brax for trying to do it for me, but Dad needed to hear it from me.
“Baby,” Brax calls through the suite. I roll my eyes and smile into the mirror. “Come on.”
I cover my mouth to stifle my laugh. He sounds like a big kid. I was excited, when he said he wanted to come back to Vegas for his twenty-fifth birthday. I want to make more memories here. I have fond ones from before.
I walk out into the common area and come to a halt. Our suite that once only held the two of us, now is full of smiling faces. The entire Black family and my family are lined up all up around an altar. That altar wasn’t there an hour ago, when Braxton drew me a bath. He gave me headphones, a glass of wine, and told me to relax. Now I know why.
Even Amanda and my mother are here. My chest expands when I see Uncle Ronan and the O’Brien clan. These are the few people I was able to put on our guest list, before I started to second guess a big wedding.
I lock eyes with Brax and he’s looking back at me with a huge grin. He has on a grey suit that’s hugging his body, making him look like a GQ model. The top three buttons of his crisp white shirt are open, showing off his tanned skin.
“Heard you wouldn’t do this without me,” my father’s voice pulls my attention to my right.
I can see the tears in his eyes. I wrap my arms around my daddy and hug him tight. I don’t care how hard he has been on himself. He’s always been a great dad.
“I sure wouldn’t,” I whisper, giving a tight squeeze.
I turn to look at everyone and my heart fills with so much love. My eyes land back on the man I fell in love with. I give him a mischievous smile.
“Well, let’s rob me a crib,” I chirp.
Brax’s mouth falls open, then he glares at me. I can’t help throwing my head back in laughter, as everyone else laughs along with me. I blow Brax a kiss and his eyes light up. For the first time in a long time, I get a glimpse of my little six year old friend, as he gives me a little boyish smile.
“I love you,” I mouth.
“I love you more, now come here,” he mouths back.
I don’t even think it’s possible for him to, but I lock my arms around my dad’s and go to Brax.
Chapter 48
What Now?
Braxton
Present…
Braxton swallows hard. “That’s why you didn’t know you were a virgin our first time,” his words come out through his teeth. “I wish I could kill his ass all over again.”
“Kill who? No one killed anyone,” I look around and whistle trying to lighten the mood.
“You have no idea how much I love you. You’re so fucking strong,” Brax says, cupping my face.
I look down. “Am I?”
“Yes,” he says fiercely.
“I might be, except for when it comes to you. You sort of bulldozed your way into my heart,” I grin.
“I did no such thing. I like to think I finessed my way in,” he puffs out his chest.
“Sure,” I twist my lips.
“Or you can put it like mom would. I charmed my way in,” he winks.
“Yeah, I think that would be a more accurate description,” I chuckle.
“This is very true,” he strokes my lower lip, his eyes becoming more serious. Why have you been crying to mom?”
I can’t help myself, I start to sob. Brax’s eyes widen. This is so unlike me. I feel so embarrassed. I blow out a breath.
“I don’t think I’ve been crying about that stuff really,” I murmur. “I’ve just sort of been crying and your mom…She thought it was about that because I may have brought that stuff up,” I ramble.
“Whoa, slow down. You’re giving me a headache, what the fuck, Heather? You’re acting like—” His eyes round and I see the wheels turning. “You’re pregnant.”
I shrug. “Just a little.”
Brax twists his lips at me, while giving me side eye. His face then breaks into a beaming smile. He scoops me into his arms and holds me tight.
“You drive me crazy,” he breathes into my hair.
“I think I just needed to get all of that off my chest, before I told you about the baby. I didn’t want that bad shit growing inside me anymore,” I whisper.
“Only bad shit about to be growing inside you is my cock,” Brax teases. “My boys work!”
I laugh at how silly he is. I feel like such a weight is lifted, as he hoots and does a little dance.
Be happy. You do deserve this. You did what needed to be done.
I repeat the words in my head. I have to stop blaming myself for Amanda. Ernest was a sick bastard. He got off on hurting weaker people. I couldn’t stop what happened to Amanda, any more than I could stop what happened to me, but I sure did put an end to it.
I’m pulled from my thoughts, by Brax’s shirt hitting the floor. I look up at him to see his eyes glowing, with love and desire. His hair is messy from all of the times he ran his fingers through it, while I told him what happened to me. Locks are tumbling forward into his face.
I smile at the sight, enjoying it now. I know he’ll be cutting his hair soon, but I secretly love it this way. My smile grows, when my eyes drop to his chest. Heather his now scrolled across his right pec, with the date of our wedding beneath it.
Braxton Black is my husband and we’re having a baby. I still wake every morning in awe. This is my life. My demons have been slayed and I have a man that loves me more than I could ever ask for.
“We can do this one of two ways,” Brax says with a cocky smile on his lips.
I roll my eyes and hold out my wrists. “Now, that’s my fucking girl. Granny is going to kick our asses out, but it will be worth it,” he chuckles.
Don’t ask me where he pulls those gold cuf
fs from, but he has them in hand, moving towards me. I love the t-shirt I have on, so I quickly pull it over my head. I learned my lesson. Brax has torn right through some of my favorite things.
A shiver runs through me, as the sound of metal clicking together greets me. The anticipation coils my belly. Moments like this, show just how much trust I have in Brax and how far I’ve come. I give myself over to him, to bring us both pleasure and he never disappoints.
With my wrists securely cuffed together, Braxton lifts my arms over my head. He dips his head to kiss my lips. First gently, then a little harder, only to switch back to a tender kiss. His fingers glide from my wrist down my arms. Goosebumps rise and I shiver again.
He pulls back to watch his hands, as they move to the sides of my breasts. His long fingers tug the cups of my bra down, allowing my heavy mounds to spill free. His thumps slowly make circles around my nipples. His hand careful on the right nipple, where I now have a piercing.
Mind you, a piercing given to me by my husband. Brax is into some kinky shit. He’s still easing me into all of it. I didn’t know allowing someone to pierce your nipple could be turned into something so erotic.
I blame the cuffs. He can get me to do just about anything in these cuffs. Like now, I think we both have the same idea, as he pinches my nipple.
His eyes darken and he licks his lips. My eyes fall to his sexy v and the light trail that disappears into his jeans. He pops his jeans open, pushing them down his hips, until he springs free.
“Open for me,” he rasps.
I nod, opening my mouth. He moves closer, leaning his hips forward. His fingers dive into my hair, his other arm cradling my arms to his chest.
I bob back and forth on his length, humming in delight. Brax groans. His long fingers massage my scalp and my cuffed arms. I take him deeper and the hand on my arm grasps me tightly. His other digits curl into my hair.
The sting is delicious, tearing a happy moan from my throat. I pull my head back and spit on Brax’s cock. A curse spills from his lips, at the same time he releases me.
Gently pushing my back against the bed, he then removes his pants. I beam when he climbs on the bed and crawls up my body. He brings his thick shaft back to my lips. I open greedily for him.
I relish in sucking him, while his hips pump forward. Sliding my tongue across his underside, humming as my tongue rolls over the metal there. I’m soaked just from tasting him.
“Fuck, Heather,” he groans.
I whimper when he pops free from my lips. I try to follow with my mouth, but he backs down my body. Lifting my head, I watch as he unzips my jeans and peels them from my hips and legs.
He takes his time caressing my legs, lifting my foot to his lips, he places kisses to my toes. I blush, still not used to stuff like that. Brax grins around my big toe, as he sucks it into his mouth.
His eyes promise so many naughty things. I’m here for it all. Whatever Brax wants to give, I’m taking. He hasn’t led me astray yet. His eyes remain on me, as he kisses my ankle. His tongue plays against the skin there, before he moves on, kissing and licking his way up to the apex of my thighs.
He inhales my core, nuzzling me through my panties. I quiver beneath him. His mouth sucks me through the fabric. I moan is name, looking up to the ceiling, as if I’ll find help there.
I hear the tearing sound, just before the cool air and his warm breath fan me simultaneously. My eyes flicker back to him. He tosses the shredded fabric over his shoulder. I glare at him, but he shrugs at me and gives me that smile that melts my heart.
“We’ll buy you more,” he promises.
“We’ve already bought me more in the last two months,” I mumble.
“What can I say, I love spoiling my wife,” he waves me off.
“Jerk,” I giggle.
“Pretty pussy, Angel,” he retorts.
I melt further into the bed. His big hands lift my legs, as he settles before me. He tugs me forward by my thighs, dipping his head to feast on me. I’m useless within seconds.
“Brax, I can’t take it,” I cry out, after my fourth orgasm.
The man is relentless. My chest heaves, as I become one with the mattress. My heart feels like it’s hammering out of my body.
He just chuckles at me. I look down at him and pout. The sexy look on his face, as he climbs back over me has me squirming. He reaches for my cuffed hands, lacing our fingers together.
“I’d chase you all over again if I had to,” he says, while sliding into me and staring into my soul. “My rib, my other half.”
“I love you,” I breathe.
“I love and adore you. Thank you, Heather,” he says so sincerely, I start to tear up. He chuckles at me. “Oh God, this is going to be interesting. How did I not notice you crying at everything?”
I tighten my hold on his fingers. “Don’t make me kick your ass, Brax,” I grumble.
“That shit still ain’t happening,” he whispers in my ear. “But if you’re good, I’ll spank you.”
Brax roars with laughter, when I gush around him. Okay, so I may like a lot of the shit he’s into. I look at all the guys differently now. Braxton has shared some revealing stories about them.
“My naughty girl.”
That’s right, I’m his and his alone. Our story isn’t a pretty one, but it’s ours. Our tears made us. Those same tears made us stronger. Team B and H, Team Black-out.
Epilogue
Our Future
Braxton
Two and a half years later…
I look down at my little girl, she’s peeking around my leg, as she holds onto me tightly. I love this little girl. Her gold eyes look up at me and my heart explodes in my chest. Riley has my eyes and my hair color, but she’s all her mother.
From her cinnamon colored skin to those long locks of thick hair to her cute little nose. I couldn’t have asked for a better mix of us. I lost my shit the day we found out we were having a girl, but the day she was born and they placed her in my arms, I knew.
Just like I would do all over again for her mother, I’d set fire to a motherfucker for fucking with my baby girl. I don’t play that shit. There’s protective and then there’s me.
I love my nephews and hope we have a boy next time, but Riley and our little Rowen are my world. They have me wrapped around their little fingers and know it. I’m still trying to figure out how two kids under two run my life.
I reach down to brush a hand over Riley’s curls. She gives me that heart melting smile that shows off all of her tiny teeth. I don’t trust it. She’s up to some shit. I narrow my eyes at her, but she just turns up that smile and looks up at me through those lashes. This one is going to give me trouble. I shake my head at her.
“What are you up to?”
“Uncle Wy,” she points at her favorite Uncle. “Let’s go get cookies, Daddy.”
She bats those lashes and I still don’t trust her. I look around to find her partners in crime. Brody is preoccupied with chasing balloons. Connor is crying in Bean’s lap.
That little diva Jordan is sitting on her mother’s lap, like an innocence little princess. That little cop isn’t innocent at all. Yup, I call bullshit. I’m keeping an eye on her and Riley. The shit these kids get into. They make me and Heather look like amateurs.
I’m still trying to figure out why the new puppy at Felix’s place is afraid of both Riley and Jordan. Everyone thinks we need to keep an eye on my nephews. Yeah, their little asses are bad, but Riley and Jordan, I have my eye on them, little monsters.
“Remind me why I asked my wife for another baby,” Wyatt frowns, as he walks over with Evan squirming his in arms.
Evan’s face is covered in chocolate. I cover my mouth, but can’t stop the laughter. Wyatt flips me the bird. I hear a little gasp and look down.
Jordan is now beside Riley, glaring at Wyatt. “Uncle Wy, that’s not nice,” Jordan chides.
I have to hold my stomach, as I burst with laughter. Where the hell did she come from? I can�
�t with this kid. I wipe at the tears in the corners of my eyes.
“Oh, no you don’t,” I reach for Riley, as she tries to speed off with Jordan.
I knew it. Little monsters, I tell you. Jordan looks back, giving me a look of impatience. Nobody is going to blame me for my kid ruining this baby shower. Nope, not happening.
“Those two get into some shit together,” Wyatt chuckles.
“See, it’s not just me,” I grumble. “Mom tries to make it like they’re so innocent and I’m overreacting.”
“Nope, caught those two trying to flush Felix’s puppy down the toilet,” Wyatt shakes his head.
I groan. “That’s why he’s so fucking scare of them.”
Wyatt tries to hold in his laugh, as he nods.
“Riley, were going to have a talk,” I say down to my daughter.
She gives me a pout, then lifts her arms for me to pick her up. Yup, because I don’t know how to say no to her, I pick her little ass up.
“Mom has to teach me her ways,” I mumble.
“I don’t know. I don’t think we were as bad as these little terrors. Evan got mad because Nellie told him he couldn’t have ice cream. He tossed his entire little table,” Wyatt frowns down at his son.
I roar with laughter. “Dude, I did that before. Mom whipped my ass,” I remind him.
Wyatt laughs. “I remember that. She had you scrubbing floors, after she beat the shit out of you. Dude, how old were you?” Wyatt chuckles.
“Like five or something,” I shrug.
“Why’d you do it?”
“I wanted to go play with Heather,” I mumble and look away.
“I should’ve known,” Wyatt laughs.
“What’s so funny?” Heather asks, as she walks over with Rowen strapped to her chest.
“Remember that time he flipped his little Scooby-Doo table?” Wyatt chuckles out.