Heather

I close my eyes back. My mind starts to race, again, I don’t go near the thoughts that will cripple me. It’s like my brain is protecting itself until the right time, a time when I’m alone and I can go there.

Instead, I skip to the other glaring thoughts. What have you done? Last night was amazing, but it should never have happened. I don’t even know what I was thinking.

My heart squeezes in my chest, I’m so conflicted about what I feel. Braxton’s last words to me before I drifted off echo in my head, one in particular resounding the loudest.

Stay.

How can such a small word paralyze me where I lay? Had he said it to me this morning I surely would’ve run as fast as my legs would take me. There are so many things that make this wrong. Brax is like family.

You don’t sleep with family.

Yeah, I know this, which is why this is so wrong. Braxton can be impulsive and hotheaded. He’s so young. I’m twenty-five, Brax is just turning twenty-one. He and Ry live like two college bachelors in their condo. I’m so serious, they have a huge pool table and video games for furniture.

I mean, granted, Brax and Ry have their own place. Something I’ve yet to be able to say for myself. I talked to my dad last week about me moving out and getting my own place. He and Faith have begun to pry, when it comes to my social life. Not that I have one, but that’s their point. Dad feels I should hang out more, at least more than tagging along with the guys to bars.

It’s cute. Dad doesn’t think I can meet a nice girl in the places the guys frequent. My dad actually gave me a list of gay bars to check out. It’s getting harder to not come out and tell my dad the truth. I know he worries about my happiness.

He and Faith have tried to send me on blind dates a time or two as well. They mean well. I wonder what they would think if I came home with a boyfriend, four years younger than me.

I groan. My dad would probably kill me. The guys are like his own sons. Dad would be so pissed if he thought I’d hurt Braxton and I know I’d hurt Braxton. In the mist of my rambling thoughts, I hear a deep inhale over my head and freeze.

“I’m starving, maybe if I eat your pussy, you’ll stop thinking so much,” Brax murmurs.

I look up to see his eyes are still closed, but his large warm hand glides over my skin down to my backside. His rough palm sends tingles through my skin. His fingers squeeze gently, kneading my flesh. Unconsciously, I melt into him, my body heating and turning liquid.

“Maybe we should order room service. Pussy won’t fill your stomach.”

“But my cock will fill your pussy once I finish eating it,” he says, I can hear the smile in his voice.

“Whatever, I want food,” I mutter, lifting from his chest.

Braxton reaches to tug me back against him. Holding me to his chest, he reaches over for the room service menu. He kisses the top of my head, securing me to him with his free arm. I snuggle in, helping to flip through the little book he’s holding.

“Shit, I could eat a horse. Fuck this,” he tosses the menu aside, reaching for the phone.

I giggle as he tickles my side, when I reach for the menu. I look up at his face to see him giving me a pointed look. I glare back at him.

“Yes, can I have two plates of scrambled eggs with cheese, two orders of sausage, two orders of bacon. A stack of pancakes, an order of waffles, a bowl of Honey Nut Cheerios with whole milk. Send a pitcher of orange juice and one of apple,” he says into the phone. “Oh, and an order of hash browns. Thanks.”

I smirk up at him, as he hangs up. “Well, was any of that for me?”

“What do you mean? I only ordered the cereal for me. I know how much you can eat after a night of drinking,” he teases.

“Bite me,” I laugh.

“Of course, was planning to,” he croons.

I move swiftly to jump from his arms and the bed. I rush from his room across the suite into my room. I can hear him giving chase. My blood pumps through my veins. I feel alive and dare I say…happy. I rush into the bathroom, sliding across the floor when inside, almost landing on my ass. I laugh so hard I forget about everything else that had been weighing on my mind.

Braxton saunters into the bathroom behind me. He moves to the toilet and relieves himself. I fold my arms over my chest, scowling at him. I’d planned on using the bathroom,—in private. He looks over his shoulder, winking at me.

“Really,” I huff.

“You know you’re enjoying the view of my ass,” he shakes his tight sexy buns.

I try not to smile, but can’t help it. I shake my head at him, turning to brush my teeth. While I’m swishing mouthwash in my mouth, Brax washes his hands in the other sink. He plucks my toothbrush from my hand, placing toothpaste on it, and moves to stand behind me.

One of his hands goes to my tummy, splaying against it. His eyes meet mine in the mirror. I can feel him growing against my ass. I lift a brow at him in our reflection, before bending to spit and rinse.

“Seriously? And do you mind?” I twist my lips at him.

He pulls the toothbrush from his mouth and skims my shoulder with his lips, his eyes remaining on mine in the mirror. I sigh internally and sag back into him. That feeling of safety taking over me.

“You’re going to run from me as soon as you get a chance. I’m just holding onto you while you let me,” he murmurs against my skin, sending a shiver through me.

I look away from him, not wanting to go there. I go to step away, but Braxton has other plans. He tosses the toothbrush on the counter, kissing his way across my back, from one shoulder to the other.

My back bows, his fingers tighten on my belly, holding me in place. My eyes flutter close, I have a hundred reasons on my lips why we shouldn’t do this again, but my body craves him. It responds to him without my permission. I have my ass pressed into is rock hard erection, ready to feel him deep inside me.

I want to burst into tears. While I love the way he makes me feel, I don’t think I could give myself to another like this. I don’t think I’ll ever feel this safe with anyone. The realization hits me like a sledge hammer.

I gasp from the internal awareness, but Brax groans,—thinking it’s from the slow lick he just trailed from the base of my spine, up to the nape of my neck. The actually gesture causes me to shiver and reach for the edge of the counter. I force myself to stay right here with him.

I can have this…just once more. If I never know a man’s touch again after this, at least, I can say that I enjoyed the most amazing touch ever. I know this to be true because I don’t just feel Brax’s touch on my skin, I feel him inside me,—in my soul, my heart, my mind. I feel him with all of me.

“Brax,” I breathe, when his lips travel over my left ribs.

“Heather,” he rasps, nudging my legs apart.

I look behind me to find him on his knees. He has that look of awe again. My cheeks heat, his eyes are locked on my dripping core. His tongue slides across his full bottom lip. He pushes a hand through the front of his copper locks.

“Every part of you is beautiful,” he says, his warm breath fanning my skin. “Tasting you is so amazing, I think my heart will stop right before my first lick each and every time.”

Clink.

There it is again. I’ve been hearing that sound since yesterday. I know it’s the sound of Brax chipping at my armor. Somehow, I have to figure out how to reinforce it and walk away. I just know that’s not going to happen in this moment.

My lips part and my eyes flutter close, while Braxton takes my swollen petals into his mouth. My legs spread wider of their own accord. I begin to rock my hips into his face, allowing the rhythm to take me away.

I force my brain to shutdown to everything other than him. Braxton’s touch is the only thing I allow to matter. I want this now, while I’m not full of alcohol. I want to know I can handle this in the light of day. Promises, wishes, and fairytale nights are no longer a part of the equation.

I want to know that I felt this, I want to know that I chose this moment for myself. I blink my eyes open as Braxton’s face pushes further into me. I find Brax eyes staring back at me. They’re not just looking back at me, they are relaying a message.

I’ve got you. This is for your pleasure. I can hear the words as if they have come from his very own throat.

His eyes blaze with determination. My knees grow weak as it all hits me. Brax’s strong hands go to my thighs, holding me up right, but he never stops devouring my center. My body quakes, I tear my eyes away to turn and brace myself against the sink.

I feel more than see him lift from his knees. Braxton makes sure to drag his body up against mine. I feel his pulsing length wedge between my cheeks. He dips his head to kiss my neck.

I hear the crinkle of a wrapper and direct my attention to the countertop. I have no idea where the foil packet between his fingers comes from. He followed me in here naked.

I’m still a little dazed, coming down from my climax, as he opens the packet, tossing the wrapper onto the counter. It doesn’t take long for his hands to fall onto my hips. He tugs gently, pulling me back into him. I bend at the waist, my ass poking out in offering.

“Oh shit,” I groan, when he pushes into me.

“Fuck, I don’t want to rush this, but we don’t have much time before breakfast gets here. I just need to have you,” he says rawly.

I cling to the counter for dear life. “Oh, my God, Brax,” I purr, as he pounds into me from behind.

My mind threaten to shatter from the pleasure. Brax’s hand lands on my shoulder, guiding me to bounce on his shaft, as he thrusts into me. I turn to look back at where we’re connected. I gush at the sight, my eyes then bouncing up to his.

He is watching our connection as well. When those golden eyes rise to meet mine, my chest swells,. They’re filled with lust and so much desire. Yet, I can see it’s not enough. I know the feeling. I want…I need…I have to have more. He’s giving me long, deep strokes, but I burn to have more, to feel more.

Braxton reaches for one of the towels folded on a shelf just beside us. He snaps the towel to unfold it, then bands the cloth low on my hips. My cry fills the bathroom, loud and long.

“Holy fuck, Brax,” I whimper.

The towel now wrapped around me,—as well as, his hands and wrists,—provides him reins to guide my hips, as he pounds into me, hard. He’s also using the towel to protect my hips against the counter, as he slams into me. The sound of my ass slapping his pelvis fills the air along with my cries.

“That’s my girl, come on my cock. You feel so fucking good,” he hisses through his teeth.

Clink.

There it is again. I close my eyes against the hit I’ve just taken to my armor. My teeth chatter, my head falls back, I’m completely mesmerized. Braxton shifts behind me, rolling his hips, changing the feel and the angle.

“Don’t make me chase you,” he growls, but I can still hear the plea. “Stay, be mine. Don’t make us both suffer.”

“Brax,” I whimper, so close to promising him anything.

In this moment, I may even mean it. I suck my lip into my mouth to keep my mouth shut. I won’t make empty promises.

“Your body belongs to me, so does your heart. Tell your mind to admit it. I’ve been yours all my life, Baby. Stay,” he rasps.

“Brax, please,” I beg.

“Please what?” he breathes, his pace never breaking. “Please don’t tell you the truth? I’ll always tell you the truth. If you make me chase you, I’m going to be ruthless. You can’t pretend with me, you can’t sell me the lies. I’ll never agree to your myth.

“You want to be dishonest with everyone else, be my guest, but I know the truth and I’m going to hit you with that truth until you put us out of our misery. You hear me, Baby. I’ve had a taste. I’m not going back to the bullshit.”

Clink.

His words hit their mark. Instead of pissing me off, his words push me over. I come screaming his name. I’m dripping down my own legs, pulsing around him, panting.

My chest goes from pounding to aching. He’s just as amazing in the light of day. Not only do I know I felt all of him, I know I’ve chosen him. There will never be another. I belong to Braxton Black, but that doesn’t mean I should or can have him.

I’m totally fucked.

* * *

Braxton

Now, I’m feeling empty. I can already feel her shutting down. I place my face into her neck, breathing her in and willing her to stay. I squeeze my eyes shut. I would never expose her to the world, but I can no longer pretend between us. I meant every word I said.

I’ll be relentless in my pursuit of Heather. Nothing will stop me. I won’t let her forget this, us. I’ll be as patient as I can be, but I won’t give up. I sigh, knowing my pleas have fallen on deaf ears.

I lift my head. “Let me clean you up,” I start, but my words are cutoff my the booming voices that fill the suite.

I close my eyes and curse being one of seven brothers for the first time in my life. I can make out at least Noah and John’s voices. This is not what I need.

“Fuck,” I mutter.

I look down at my naked body. My room is across the suite, along with my clothes. My mind starts to race. I know Heather will want to keep this all between us. I look up to see the panic in her eyes.

I blow out a breath, leaning in to peck her lips. “Take your time, shower, come out when you’re ready. Looks like I’ll be ordering more food,” I frown.

“You can’t walk out there naked,” she hiss whispers.

I grab the towel I’d used just moments before to brace Heather. I stand and wrap it around my waist. I know I’m being a dick, but I’m pissed.

I shrug my shoulders. “No one will think anything of it. You’re gay, remember,” I bite out.

I don’t stay to take in her reaction. I don’t want to watch her close me out. I miss her already. I feel the tension that coils within my shoulders. I tamp down my anger and make my way out of Heather’s room.

Sure enough, I find five of my brothers sprawled out in the common area, eating my breakfast. I roll my eyes, as my stomach growls. The part of my heart that stings is actually glad to see them.

“What the fuck,” I grumble.

“Ohhh, happy birthday, Bro,” John croons around a piece of the bacon that was meant for Heather and me.

“We dropped everything to be here and this is the face with get,” Noah booms.

“He looks like he’s smelling shit,” Ry chuckles.

“Fuck y’all,” I mutter. “You’re eating our breakfast.”

Wyatt lifts a brow. “So you hooked up last night? I thought you were hanging with Heather,” he says.

I shift, shrugging my shoulders. “I did hang with Heather. That’s our food,” I reply.

I watch the grin that spreads across Ry’s face. He mouths to me, “no way.” I look away from him shutting down all of my facial expressions.

Felix tilts his head, as he looks me over. Noah pulls a face and glares at me. John’s frowning at me as well. I huff, knowing what’s coming.

“You ditched her for some pussy, didn’t you?” John asks.

“Whatever, I’m taking a shower. You fuckers better call room service and get us some breakfast. I head for my room without another word.

“Hold the fuck up,” Wyatt calls. “Where’d you just come from in that towel?”

I stiffen and groan. Fuck, why didn’t I think of Wyatt. Shit, I still don’t know what Heather has told him. I don’t know if he knows. I want to kick myself.

Instead, I turn and face my brothers. I flip Wyatt the bird. “I was getting in the shower when Heather started screaming. There was a scorpion in her bathroom,” I shrug.

“So where’d you get the scratches on your back,” Noah says, with narrowed eyes.

“Your girlfriend. Heather and I fucked her together last night,” I say with a smug grin on my lips. I shrug again. “Told her I had a bigger cock than you and she was all for it.”

“Keep it up you, little fucker, you’ll be shitting your own cock out,” Noah grumbles.

I chuckle, turning to escape before everyone stops laughing and returns to questioning me. Shit, I need to think. Fucking family of PIs, I can’t hide shit.

* * *

Heather

The guys have been relentless with questions of what we did last night. Felix and John seemed to have given in. Neither of them believe anything could or would happen between myself and Brax. Ryan has been quiet the entire time, just smiling away. Wyatt and Noah on the other hand, just won’t let it go.

“Dude, you’re blushing,” Wyatt teases. “Did you seduce Heather or did you ditch her last night for some chick?”

“I told you, nothing happened last night,” Braxton grumbles. “And I’m not blushing. You guys are just getting on my fucking nerves. It’s my birthday weekend. Why the fuck did you come here, if you were just going to get on my damn nerves?”

“Alright, alright,” Noah holds up his hands chuckling.

“So, Brax? That’s your type,” Wyatt continues to tease, this time directing his taunting at me.

I run a hand over my short waves, if only the guys saw me last night. They would never let up. I roll my eyes and take a pull of my beer. They’ll stop when we stop acting flustered.

“Would you give it a rest,” I huff. “I got drunk and passed out. I don’t know what Brax did after that.”

“Um,” Wyatt murmurs, giving me a knowing look as he chuckles.

“I don’t think either of us are each other’s type,” I mutter.

Brax turns to me, giving me a death glare. I want to give him a glare in warning, but I sip from my beer like I haven’t a care in the world. Braxton pulls a face like he tastes something bad in his mouth.

“Bullshit,” Brax growls, causing me to nearly choke on my beer.

“What,” I choke out.

Braxton’s eyes roll over me. “Bullshit. I’m everyone’s type. One night, Baby. One night and I’d turn that ass out. You won’t ever look at a another girl,” Brax says heatedly.

My face flames. I try not to squirm in my seat as memories of this morning and last night flood my head. I internally shake those thoughts away, wondering what the fuck Brax is thinking. I push away my shock, giving a snort.

“Whatever, Brax.”

“Just saying. If I wanted you, I’d have you,” he shrugs, taking a long pull of his beer, while keeping his eyes on me.

“Aren’t you full of yourself,” I hiss, steam nearly coming out of my ears.

I fight the tears that are stinging the backs of my eyes. If I thought I was stunned at his comment earlier, I’m completely floored now. Brax has never been a jerk to me. Sure, he can say wild shit that will make you do a double take and sometimes you want to tell him to shut the fuck up. However, he’s never ever been an ass to me.

He waves a hand in the air. “It is what it is.”

“Trust me, you’re not my type,” I say tightly.

Brax leans forward in his seat, placing his beer down. He looks me in my eyes. His eyes devour me in a heated stare, once again.

“Although I’ve never seen the girls you date,” his words come out dripping in sarcasm. “I don’t doubt for a minute that I can have you in my cuffs, bound to my bed, screaming my name. Those long legs would be wrapped around my neck while you beg for me to have mercy on you,” Braxton says low and sexy.

I feel my chest heaving. My panties are completely soaked and I’m so pissed about it. I just react without thinking. It happens so fast, I gasp as the sound rings through the room.

I haul back and slap the shit out of Brax. He doesn’t even flinch. His golden eyes stare back at me with so much heat. His lips slowly turn up into an arrogant smile.

“You’re an asshole,” Wyatt grunts to Braxton. “On second thought, I don’t think you could act like a human being long enough to get Heather to sleep with you. Even if you guys were drunk.”

“I was thinking the same shit,” Noah says in disgust. “If Heather didn’t already slap the shit out of you and this wasn’t your weekend I’d kick your ass myself.”

“Whatever,” Braxton mutters, sitting back in his seat.

“Dick,” Felix grumbles.

“Asshat,” John throws in.

Braxton looks at me and winks. He then mouths, “You’re welcome.”

My anger instantly evaporates just a little, as it dawns on me what he just did. The guys are going to kick his ass, when I’m not around, no matter what they just said. My heart swells knowing he just threw himself under the bus for me. I’m still angry with him, but a part of me does wants to say thank you and give him a hug .

Everyone has moved on to talk of what to get into tonight. What happened between us last night is quickly forgotten. The guys don’t bring up the topic again.