Braxton

“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 cuffs 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.