I sigh as he fully seats himself inside. It’s instant relief. Braxxon places his forehead against mine as he slowly begins to torture me in the most beautiful way. He pays attention to each caress. He’s taking care of me. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him closer to me, and it’s still not deep enough. I need to feel every single inch. I manage to wrap my legs around his waist, and I moan in satisfaction as he continues to make love to me. I use all my strength and clamp down on him, forcing him to speed up his tempo a little more. When he does, my body begins to shake underneath him. The way he enters me at an angle and slowly pulls out the same way with each thrust is almost too much.
“Brax,” I whimper.
“Shh baby… nice and slow, just feel me,” he breathes.
Oh god.
His head slides to the crook of my neck where his mouth sips at my skin. “It’s never been this good,” he groans as I cry out my release with him following me.
“I… oh… wow,” I stutter holding a shaking Braxxon in my arms.
“Five minutes,” he huffs disappointed with himself.
“A great five minutes,” I whisper.
“Yeah.”
“Yeah,” I repeat him.
“I’m gonna go back to sleep now with my c**k firmly planted in your warmth. You should sleep baby; you’re gonna be underneath me for a while.”
“Okay,” I squeak.
Plenty of things run through my mind as I’m drifting off to sleep. The main one being that Braxxon didn’t force my head away when he came, and what the hell does that mean?
11
I wake up cold and alone in Braxxon’s bed. I look over at the clock and notice it’s already four o’clock. I need to get out of this clubhouse for a bit. The same routine is killing me. I can’t stand sleeping so much, and doing nothing. I grab my clothes and slip them on along with my tennis shoes. I pick up my phone and grab some cash out of my purse. I wonder if Lana will go get something to eat with me. When I get downstairs, I look through the throngs of people looking for her and have no luck, so I ask PP where she is. He says that she and Pyro went back to bed.
Damn, he’s an energizer bunny.
I spot Braxxon at the pool table with Christina and anger immediately flares. He doesn’t even notice when I’m walking towards him, so I stop and clear my throat. He looks up and grins at me as if I’m the only person in the room, and I start to calm.
“I’m hungry. I’m gonna run to get something to eat. You want anything?”
“Take one of the prospects with you baby and no I’m good.”
“No,” I say. It’s just around the corner for a burger. I don’t need a damn escort.
“Yes,” he growls.
“I said no; it’s just around the corner. Hell I’m even walking.”
“The f**k if you are,” he roars.
Woah!
“Baby, it’s okay. I’m famished; I’ll walk with her,” Christina purrs.
Famished? Yeah right bitch, you just wanna be catty.
Braxxon’s head snaps to her, and he gives her a look that would kill a flock of sheep. If he were superman, she’d be dead.
“Fifteen minutes Chris, and if something happens to her, I swear I’ll kill you myself,” he growls.
“What the hell? I’m a grown ass woman; I don’t need a f**king escort. Especially your ex-bed bunny,” I scream.
Fuck, he’s pissing me off.
“Angel, don’t f**king push me on this. She’s going, or you’ll starve.”
“I’ve known you for one stupid week, and you’re acting as if we’ve been f**king for years Brax; I don’t like it.”
“Dammit Winter,” he roars, throwing the stick on the table, causing the entire room to silence.
“I f**king hate you so hard right now,” I spit.
“Ditto baby,” he says crossing his arms. “Fifteen and not a minute more.”
I turn away and walk out with Christina on my trail. Of all the people to come with me around the stupid corner, it had to be her. She catches up to me while texting away on her damn cell phone. “Braxxon still doesn’t have a clue,” she cackles beside me.
“What,” I say as I stop walking.
“He’s a f**king moron. Goodbye bitch.” She shakes her hand at me.
I’m about to ask her what the f**k she’s talking about when a rag drops from behind me, covering my mouth.
Oh, shit.
Braxxon
It has been twenty minutes since I let Angel go get some food and she’s still not back. Something’s not right, and I should’ve trusted my damn gut.
“Sniper, go see what the f**k is taking them so long,” I growl, dialing Angel’s cell.
My hands are f**king shaking. The phone is bouncing around on my ear as I listen to it ring over and over again. I’m gonna ring her damn neck for doing this shit to me. Finally, on the third call someone picks up.
“Brother,” Sniper answers and my skin heats. “I found her phone around the corner.”
I start cursing. Fuck I knew that bitch was up to no good, and it just cost me my Angel.
Pyro comes rounding the corner with Lana. No doubt, he heard my string of curses.
“Apartment lockdown and I better not see a single non-club member roaming around,” I roar as everyone just stares at me. Do they not understand f**king English? “NOW!”
Everyone scatters expect for Lana. “Lana f**king go!”
“Brax,” I whimper.
“Shh baby… nice and slow, just feel me,” he breathes.
Oh god.
His head slides to the crook of my neck where his mouth sips at my skin. “It’s never been this good,” he groans as I cry out my release with him following me.
“I… oh… wow,” I stutter holding a shaking Braxxon in my arms.
“Five minutes,” he huffs disappointed with himself.
“A great five minutes,” I whisper.
“Yeah.”
“Yeah,” I repeat him.
“I’m gonna go back to sleep now with my c**k firmly planted in your warmth. You should sleep baby; you’re gonna be underneath me for a while.”
“Okay,” I squeak.
Plenty of things run through my mind as I’m drifting off to sleep. The main one being that Braxxon didn’t force my head away when he came, and what the hell does that mean?
11
I wake up cold and alone in Braxxon’s bed. I look over at the clock and notice it’s already four o’clock. I need to get out of this clubhouse for a bit. The same routine is killing me. I can’t stand sleeping so much, and doing nothing. I grab my clothes and slip them on along with my tennis shoes. I pick up my phone and grab some cash out of my purse. I wonder if Lana will go get something to eat with me. When I get downstairs, I look through the throngs of people looking for her and have no luck, so I ask PP where she is. He says that she and Pyro went back to bed.
Damn, he’s an energizer bunny.
I spot Braxxon at the pool table with Christina and anger immediately flares. He doesn’t even notice when I’m walking towards him, so I stop and clear my throat. He looks up and grins at me as if I’m the only person in the room, and I start to calm.
“I’m hungry. I’m gonna run to get something to eat. You want anything?”
“Take one of the prospects with you baby and no I’m good.”
“No,” I say. It’s just around the corner for a burger. I don’t need a damn escort.
“Yes,” he growls.
“I said no; it’s just around the corner. Hell I’m even walking.”
“The f**k if you are,” he roars.
Woah!
“Baby, it’s okay. I’m famished; I’ll walk with her,” Christina purrs.
Famished? Yeah right bitch, you just wanna be catty.
Braxxon’s head snaps to her, and he gives her a look that would kill a flock of sheep. If he were superman, she’d be dead.
“Fifteen minutes Chris, and if something happens to her, I swear I’ll kill you myself,” he growls.
“What the hell? I’m a grown ass woman; I don’t need a f**king escort. Especially your ex-bed bunny,” I scream.
Fuck, he’s pissing me off.
“Angel, don’t f**king push me on this. She’s going, or you’ll starve.”
“I’ve known you for one stupid week, and you’re acting as if we’ve been f**king for years Brax; I don’t like it.”
“Dammit Winter,” he roars, throwing the stick on the table, causing the entire room to silence.
“I f**king hate you so hard right now,” I spit.
“Ditto baby,” he says crossing his arms. “Fifteen and not a minute more.”
I turn away and walk out with Christina on my trail. Of all the people to come with me around the stupid corner, it had to be her. She catches up to me while texting away on her damn cell phone. “Braxxon still doesn’t have a clue,” she cackles beside me.
“What,” I say as I stop walking.
“He’s a f**king moron. Goodbye bitch.” She shakes her hand at me.
I’m about to ask her what the f**k she’s talking about when a rag drops from behind me, covering my mouth.
Oh, shit.
Braxxon
It has been twenty minutes since I let Angel go get some food and she’s still not back. Something’s not right, and I should’ve trusted my damn gut.
“Sniper, go see what the f**k is taking them so long,” I growl, dialing Angel’s cell.
My hands are f**king shaking. The phone is bouncing around on my ear as I listen to it ring over and over again. I’m gonna ring her damn neck for doing this shit to me. Finally, on the third call someone picks up.
“Brother,” Sniper answers and my skin heats. “I found her phone around the corner.”
I start cursing. Fuck I knew that bitch was up to no good, and it just cost me my Angel.
Pyro comes rounding the corner with Lana. No doubt, he heard my string of curses.
“Apartment lockdown and I better not see a single non-club member roaming around,” I roar as everyone just stares at me. Do they not understand f**king English? “NOW!”
Everyone scatters expect for Lana. “Lana f**king go!”
