“Yep, that simple, and babe, know one thing for fucking certain. Right now, there isn’t anything you could ask for that I wouldn’t give you. Now, what do you want, Braya?”
“See, that’s the problem in a nutshell, Crash. There are things I want more than my next breath, but I don’t know if they’re even possible. For the first time in my life, I don’t have to look back, but looking forward is freaking me the fuck out. The what ifs, the possibilities, shit, they scare me.”
“Ask, Braya, just ask.”
Damn, just damn. He hadn’t expected that. She could mean a hundred different things, but he was pretty sure he knew exactly where she was going with this conversation. Crash put his arm around her shoulder and pulled her close. When that wasn’t good enough, he scooted back a little and lifted her until her plump ass rested on his lap, kissing her forehead because he couldn’t stop himself, looking right into her beautiful, fearful eyes.
“Braya, I can’t tell you what’s going to happen tomorrow or even next week. The only thing I can tell you, with one hundred percent certainty, is I want you by my side, at my back, and in my bed.” When her mouth opened as if she was going to say something, he put his finger over those luscious lips. “Not for just one night, Braya but for as long as it lasts. The question is, do you want the same thing?”
Braya put her hand on his cheek. It was sweet, and for a second, he thought he saw regret in her eyes and almost placed her back on the stool and walked the fuck away. He cared too much about her to force his will or wants on her, but it was going to hurt like hell if she denied him. All his life he kept his attachments fluid, never once he let his heart get involved. Braya changed that. His heart was beating so fast, he could hear it in his ears and almost missed her whispered, “Yes.”
His body tensed for an entirely different reason now, but he needed to make sure Braya understood what this meant.
“Braya, you need to be sure you agree to this, and we stick it out, work at it and keep it going. You sure as fuck don’t move away and start a life somewhere else without me.”
Braya nodded, still smiling, but that wasn’t enough.
“I need the words, Braya. This life isn’t for everyone. There will be times I’m away for weeks if not months with the work I do. I’m not giving it up, Braya, not even for you. It will hurt like hell if you can’t accept that, but you have to know everything before you decide to take this on.”
He and Braya had never discussed what the RBMC did. They had a short conversation that very first day, but that was it, so he knew she had the basics. If she agreed to this, he would tell her more. He wouldn’t lie to her. He loved helping people, needed to keep doing it for as long as his body allowed. It was just part of who he was.
“If you can’t live with that, I need to know, and we need to stop this now.” They were harsh words, but he meant them, and he had a few more that needed to be said.
“We both already know I’m a fucking bastard with a temper, and I don’t know how all this shit works. Relationships have never been my thing. I’m going to screw up and piss you off, probably on a daily basis, but I’m a greedy man Braya. I want it all. I want to know when I come home, you’re there waiting for me. I want to know when I piss you off, you’re going to give it back just as quick and dirty. I want it all. Say it now because I’m about two seconds away from picking your ass up, taking you to my room, and fucking you so hard, you can’t walk straight for at least a week, and that’s if I decide to let you out of my bed at all.”
Braya smiled at him and licked her lips before biting the bottom one again, making him groan. She liked the idea. He could see it in her eyes, the flush on her face, and the way her body shivered in anticipation in his arms. Thank fuck.
Braya wasn’t sitting there, cuddly soft, in his arms anymore. She had straightened but didn’t make any attempt to move away from him.
“I’m not going to pretend I know everything that goes on here, but I do know some from what Kayla told me, and I would never deny the person you are." Braya’s voice cracked as she said, “What you and the RBMC did for my sister alone, I will always be eternally grateful for, Crash, you have to know that. And if you can help someone else’s sister, mother, hell, even friend or a friend of a friend get out of a situation like that, save them some pain, rescue them, I will stand right next to you, cheering you on. Your life and what you do doesn’t scare me. If you want me and are willing, like you said, to put in the effort for something more, for everything, I’m there.” This time, Braya laughed and maneuvered her body until she was straddling him, cupping his face between her two hands. “As for the other shit, I think you're trainable.”
“Trainable, huh?” Crash said, raising his eyebrow and giving her a look he meant business. “I think I can figure out a few training exercises myself, brat.”
Braya leaned forward and kissed him, nt bothering with soft and sweet, going for hot and heavy, tongue teeth, and lips. He could feel his jeans strangling his dick, her hard nipples pressing into his chest, and he was done for, or at least he thought he was.
“Think you can move those lessons along in a more preferably private place? I’m all for you training me, just don’t think the entire club needs to take my lessons or hear me screaming your name.”
Crash got up, not even caring that the bar stool hit the floor from him pushing it over. Braya tightened her legs around his waist and ran her fingers through the hair at the back of his neck. It was his turn to make a promise, kissing her hard, pressing his hand against her ass to push her pussy into his cock. Crash ground himself into her, letting her feel all of him, moaning and gyrating her hips against his to get more friction where she needed it.
“Make no mistake, Braya, the entire club is going to hear you screaming my name.”
Braya giggled and kissed his neck, taking his ear lobe in her mouth and sucking it.
“I’ll gladly scream your name loud enough for the entire club to hear,” she whispered, “as long as you hurry the fuck up, get me naked, and do what you promised in the next second, or..”
Crash walked faster, even climbed the stairs two, sometimes three at a time. When he got to the landing, he leaned her back against the wall, kissing her at the same time he pulled her heat closer to his dick.
“Or what baby?”
He loved seeing her breathless and fuzzy, his second favorite look on her, but there was another he was looking forward to seeing again very soon. He had only seen it once but dreamed about it every damn day. Braya coming undone was a sight he wanted to see every damn day and night. He moved his hips with a promise of what was to come once they became naked and horizontal... or maybe just naked. He liked having Braya under his complete control. His mind wandered a little to all the things he could do to make this woman scream. He loved a challenge, and Braya, damn, she gave as good as he planned on giving her.
Braya, pulled his hair hard enough for him to release her lips.
“I suggest you get me to your room.” She blew his mind when she let one of her hands trail down his chest to his belt and smoothly undid it and the button of his jeans. “Or...” she said as her hand went inside and took hold of his cock, squeezing firmly. His mind fizzled out for a second, and he almost missed the challenge she issued, “Do you want to fuck me right here for everyone to see, so everyone will know you chose me to be your woman?”
A part of him wanted just that, but another more primal part wanted Braya and everything she had all to himself. H couldn’t let her have all the fun. Pulling back a little to give her more room, he didn’t let her go, waiting to see what Braya would do next. The pump of her hand slowed, extended, and smoothed. It felt so fucking good, he wanted more, a lot fucking more. Challenge accepted. Crash’s fingers slid down the seam of her jeans, following the crack of her ass. The way he was holding her with her legs around his waist, allowed him to move further. He played a little, light touches making her shiver in his arms. When he hit the right spot between her legs
, Crash added a little more pressure. Braya squirmed, and her fist tightened on his cock, almost sending him over the edge. Damn, enough was enough. He didn’t care if he won or lost this battle just as long as it ended with his dick in her pussy. Braya’s groaned, “Please” was all it took to get him moving again.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Braya’s body was trembling when he placed her down in his room, slamming the door shut. She didn’t think her legs would hold her up, but she was determined and horny as hell. Locking her knees, she stripped her clothes off, not caring where they landed or the fact it was possibly the least sexy strip tease ever performed in the history of stripping. She was clumsy, almost falling over twice when her pants got stuck around her shoes, and her shirt had most certainly gotten stuck on her head at one point. The only thing that egged her on was the look in Crash’s eyes as she bared another strip of skin. Her movements were almost frantic with her need to have him inside her.
When she was finally done, standing there naked and vulnerable, Crash didn’t make her wait. He stepped forward until their bodies collided and burrowed his hands in her hair, using the handfuls to lift her mouth to his mouth, aggressively tilting her head to the side for a better angle to seal his lips around her. He wasn’t hurting her, hell, he was driving her crazy. The move, the dominance, all of it turned her on even more. When his lips finally met hers, his tongue sliding inside her mouth, twirling and twisting with her own, Braya sighed in relief. It was almost as if she had waited forever for that kiss when it had only been minutes since the last. She wondered if it would always be this way between them—frenzied and frantic, always striving for and needing more.
Unable to keep her hands to herself, she pressed her breasts against his chest, the friction of his t-shirt adding that little bit extra she needed at the moment. But she was a greedy woman when it came to this man, and she wanted even more. Slipping her hands around his waist, Braya grabbed his delectable ass and pulled him closer to her body. Feeling the hard searing warmth of his cock on her belly practically made her drool. Her pussy was definitely weeping from the wetness coating her thighs. Needing more, she moved her hands to his waist and started to push up his t-shirt. Thankfully, Crash just did that man thing, pulling the back of the neck until it was over his head, throwing it down to join her clothing on the floor. But Braya didn’t have the brain power or motivation to think about any of that. She had a half-naked man in front of her, and she wanted to taste every single inch of him. Going to her knees, she pulled his jeans down until they were at his feet, his dick slapping against his stomach with the sudden move.
Braya brought her mouth to his cock, sucking the head inside first, then swirling her tongue around the tip, tasting the small bit of precum and loving it, but she still wanted and needed more of him. Pulling her head back letting his cock pop out of her mouth, she attacked the rest of him licking him from root to pierced tip, taking a little time to play with the ring before going back down, this time, paying particular attention to his balls. When she felt the soft globes pull up tight, she stopped, gripping his shaft hard, preventing his orgasm, then started it all over again, playing with him all the while, keeping her eyes on his.
Going back again, she had barely gotten the plump head back in her mouth when Crash pulled his hips away, put his hands under her arms, and threw her on the bed. She bounced once before he was on top of her, his mouth covering her breast, taking her breath away. Crash looked up with promise in eyes.
“If you want to play, princess, I’m all for that, but remember, I always win. So, if you start a game, expect it to come back tenfold.”
As promised, his hand slipped down her stomach, covering her pussy, the palm of his hand rubbing against her clit at the same time his mouth trailed kisses down the curve of her breast. He alternated sucking her sensitive flesh hard with little nips, driving her crazy. Her back arched off the bed when she felt one of his fingers enter her, but just as she had, he tormented her, going hard, then going soft.
Every time she almost reached her bliss, he stopped and moved on to another area of her body. She wanted to cry, she wanted to scream, but nothing except moans, whimpers, and groans were coming from her mouth. Braya had no idea where she found the energy, but she managed to get Crash on his back, straddling him, quickly impaling herself on his cock, screaming out his name as she came almost instantly. When her senses finally came back online and she looked down, the bastard was smiling at her like he had just won a fucking trophy, and she had to admit he deserved one. She had never come so fast or so hard in her life. But turnabout was fair play. Now that the edge was taken off, she could play again, and this time, she planned on winning this sexy little game. Unfortunately, or fortunately for her, Crash had other plans, flipping their position again, never losing contact, then thrusting so hard inside of her, she was screaming again. Crash’s thrust were rough and sublime, hitting every nerve in her pussy just right, the man setting up a relentless pace. She came twice more before he finally let himself go, falling to the side, pulling her into his body while they both caught their breath.
Braya was running her finger over his chest, outlining the many tattoos there.
“Tell me about these?”
Crash’s sleepy voice asked, “The tats?”
“Yeah, why did you get them? Do they have meaning?”
Depends on who you ask.” He was a little more awake, but the answer bothered her. Braya looked up from her ministration.
“What do you mean, depends on who you ask?"
Crash bent his head and kissed her forehead. “Someone told me they were a mask, that I was hiding behind them.”
Ah, now she got it, and she knew exactly who he was talking about. They hadn’t fully had this fully yet, she’d been avoiding it.
“Kayla?”
“Yep, made me think. Took out my other piercing because of that conversation. She might have been right.”
Crash was rubbing her back now, the comment so nonchalant, but it bugged her. She hated the idea of anyone, even her sister, making Crash question who or what he was.
“My sister masks her own flaws by calling out other people's. You’re a good man, Crash, never let anyone make you doubt that. Tat’s, piercings, leather, or lace—it doesn’t matter to me. All that matters is the man beneath it all.”
“Damn, princess, don’t think you will be seeing me in lace anytime soon,” he joked, but then said, “Yeah, they have meaning, all of them.” Crash pointed to one on his chest. She could barely make out the letters worked into the design, but since he pointed it out, the name, Evie was clearly there with a teardrop next to it. Braya leaned down and kissed the teardrop. Crash’s quick intake of air caused her to smile. He then pointed to the arrow on his side.
“The arrow reminds me to be swift and smart. It also represents the power of men. That’s why it’s pointed here." Crash pointed to another tat. This one some kind of geometric design near his shoulder. She looked at it awhile, counting the curves.
“The RBMC?"
“Yep,” Crash answered, kissing her again. They spent a while going over each and every one of his tats, and there were a lot them, but it made her feel closer to him than ever before. He was letting her in more and more, and she loved every second of it.
“I don’t think I can forgive her for what she did, and it hurts,” Braya blurted out.
“Only you can decide what works for you, Braya. Kayla had her reasons, but I have to admit, she won’t be in my favor for a fucking long ass time. Can’t say I’m unhappy with the outcome though, it brought you to me, so i’ll probably thank her for that, someday.”
Braya could feel her smile all the way through her body. Pushing up, she kissed Crash again, this time longer and sweeter. She snuggled back down to his warmth quickly after, not quite ready for round two, really liking the connection she was feeling to this beautiful man. He wasn’t wrong. Someday, she would thank her sister. Even if this thing between her and Crash didn’
t last forever, it was still wonderful and all-consuming. They didn’t fit together, but they matched, and she loved him, so that was all that mattered. Whatever was to come would come, regardless of how much she did or didn’t think about it. For once in her life, she was just going to let it all happen and relish every second of it, no matter how long it lasted.
Braya pointed to the bare spot over his pec and asked, “Why nothing here?”
“I’m saving that spot for something.”
“Care to share?”
“Nope, you’ll find out someday,” he said. Unable to resist, he nipped her bottom lip after she popped it out in a cute little pout, then kissed her soundly.
“Hmm, a mystery,” she said, once she caught her breath. “You know how I am with those, I might just have to put my preschool teacher brain to work and figure it out.” Then she got up on her knees lifting one until she was straddling his body. “Or maybe I can get the information out of you another way,” Braya said, getting up on her knees, moving over her body until she was straddling him.
“Do your worst princess.” Crash put his hands on her hips grinding her down on his dick.
And she did just that.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Crash was sitting at the bar. Braya had gone to sleep, but he had been too restless to lie there beside her, so he came down to the club. He needed to think and figure this shit out. He would have gone for a ride, but he didn’t feel right about leaving Braya alone in the clubhouse. Crash didn’t think anything would happen to her, but he still wanted her close.
She also wasn’t the problem currently bombarding his thoughts. It was almost like for the first time in over a month, he could fucking think straight. Braya was his, all the waiting, anticipation, and confusion gone. They worked that shit out between the sheets, and he was actually happy about it. Braya, shit, she was everything to him. Thankfully, the woman didn’t know it, but she had him by the balls. He was going to turn into a pussy-whipped mother fucker like the rest of the guys, and he was okay with that. She deserved it. What she didn’t deserve was the shit still hanging over his head, specifically, what to do about Duncan Stewart. If he had his choice, Crash would put a bullet between the man’s eyes and call it good, but something was hardcore bugging him. Otherwise, he would still be in his bed, holding Braya tight.
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