Braxton

My eyes roll over her body in that tight lacy catsuit. My eyes fall to the red spike heels on her feet. Where the fuck did she get this shit?

I’m ready to burst from my jeans. It’s been a little over a month, since I’ve had my hands on her. My jaw tightens. After that stunt she pulled on the stage, I needed some fresh air. I don’t even know how, or when my feet led me here.

She tilts her head at me, her eyes glittering with laughter. “What’s wrong, B?” she purrs.

“That shit wasn’t cute. You’re my girl and you were up there for everyone to see and I couldn’t even react like your man. No more! What are you scared of? Have I not shown you how much I love you? What do you need me to do? Cause this ends now.”

She folds her arms over her chest. Her eyes hardening. I move toward her crowding her space until her back hits the door.

“I told you I would back off while we were here. Now after that, your time’s up,” I growl, before crushing my lips to hers.

I move to grab hands full of her ass. I lift her until her legs wrap my waist, pressing her into the door. I drink from her lips like their the finest whiskey in the world.

“Brax,” she whimpers, when I bury my face into her neck.

“I’ll protect you from your demons. You don’t have to hide anymore. You love me. We both know this,” I moan into her ear. “Marry me. Stop fighting me and marry me.”

“Yes,” she whimpers.

I pull back, frozen as she smiles back at me. I don’t think I’m hearing right. Placing her back on her feet, I narrow my eyes and ask her again.

“I asked you to marry me,” I repeat.

That sly smile from earlier reappears. She cups my face, placing a sweet kiss on my lips. I feel suspended in time as I wait for her answer.

“I said, yes,” hits my ears and weakens my knees.

* * *

Heather

“I miss you,” I pout. “Stop looking lost and come here.”

I hear the rumble in the back of his throat, when he charges me, lifting me again. I wrap around him like a second skin. Brax devours my face, as I hold on to him tightly.

My nipples tighten to the point of pain, beneath the fabric of my jumpsuit. I’m already dripping wet inside my panties. When my back hits the bed, I release a little squeal.

I nearly drool, as I watch him pull his shirt over his head. He’s simply a beautiful man, all of him. I lift from my back, not wanting him to do all the work. I want in on unwrapping him.

I reach for the zipper of his jeans, pulling it down slowly. I can already see his thick out line against the fabric. I brush my fingers over him through his pants, before I push them down his hips.

My eyes flicker up to his, when he springs free. He caresses the side of my face, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. I lift to wrap my arms around his neck.

Brax takes his time, kissing me tenderly. His lips say the words we can’t. We both know we’re taking a big step.

His long fingers peel the fabric from my shoulders. I wiggle free, trying to help him. When he freezes, I look up at him questioningly. I follow his gaze to my neck and smile.

“I always wear it,” I explain the engagement ring on a chain around my throat. Brax lips twitch into a smile. “I’ll put it on my finger after I tell my dad what happened. We can plan the wedding. I’ll move into the house, but give me that time to get up the courage to tell him the truth,” I plead.

Brax nods. “Not waiting forever, Heather. I need you to remember that. This can’t be another stall tactic,” he warns.

“When did you turn so grumpy with me?” I huff.

“When you tried to cut off my air,” he breathes in my face.

My features soften. I tug him over me, as I fall back on the bed. He kisses his way down my body, peeling my legs free from the remainder of my clothes. I writhe beneath his touch. He’s not moving fast enough.

I gasp when he moves back up my body, taking a tight peak into his mouth. My fingers lace into his hair. I hold on painfully tight. I hear first his shoes fall to the floor, as he kicks them off. Then, his pants follow, as they’re tossed over the side of the bed.

Not once does he neglect his ministration to my breasts. His hands palm both my mounds, pushing them together. He moves back and forth between the two. I release a soundless gasp, pulling him closer.

He chuckles, blowing his warm breath over my flesh. I feel his length nudge my entrance, but I have other plans. I push him onto his back, straddling his lap. Reaching between us, I grasp his pulsing flesh, lining it up with my opening.

Biting my lip, I slide down onto him slowly. My eyes roll, my head falls back. I cry out when he lifts to capture a nipple between his teeth.

I rock slowly, allowing every single sensation to take over me. It feels so good, I start to roll my hips. Braxton groans, gripping my ass in his palms. His hands guide me toward the pace he wants us to set.

“Oh,” I moan, when he starts to lift his hips into me. “Ah, yes.”

My body starts to quiver, before we can even get into a real groove. My face flushes and I keen loudly into the room. My fingers tighten into his shoulders.

My nipple pops free from his mouth the moment I gush all over him. A loud groan tears from his chest. It’s so overwhelming. I need him so much and he doesn’t disappoint.

As I come around him, his hold tightens, guiding me to bounce harder on to him, while thrusting and rolling his hips beneath me. I look into those golden orbs and I see my life. I know this is where I belong. No matter which Heather I am, —the girly one, or the tomboy in combat boots,—this man will love me anyway I am.

That’s right, this man. I don’t know when it happened, but Brax has grown in to the man that I’ve needed to love me whole. I don’t see the six year old that made me a promise. I don’t see the thirteen year old that came to my rescue, I see the man that I’m going to build a future with.

“I love you,” I gasp.

He groans loudly. “I’ve always loved you,” he breathes, his deep voice rumbling over me.

“You feel so good,” I moan.

“You make me feel like my chest is going to explode. Shit, I can’t wait to get you in my cuffs.”

I pause, looking at him with furrowed brows. “What the fuck? You’re serious about those cuffs?”

He kneads my ass, still pulsing inside me. “You have no idea. I warned you,” he grins.

I burst into laughter. Caging his head between my arms, I push my breasts into his face to muffle his laughter. Shaking my head, I go back to riding him.

“I’m yours forever,” I whisper in his ear, when we finally come together.