Heather

I reach to bring the collar of his shirt to my nose. Inhaling deeply, I tingle all over from just his scent. I wouldn’t mind staying here in a cocoon of Braxton.

The heat from his chest is scorching my back through his shirt, but I can’t bring myself to move. In fact, I wiggle closer to him, as he spoons me. One of his long legs is wrapped between mine. I smile when his leg shifts and the hairs tickle my skin.

“I just want to stay here all day,” Brax groans, moving his hand to my waist to hold me to him.

I giggle. “Didn’t know you were awake.”

He inhales deeply. “I’ve been in and out. Want to go see a movie?”

He kisses the back of my head, before moving to nuzzle my neck. Being wrapped in his attention has me feeling daze. I nearly agree, before it dawns on me what day it is.

“It’s Sunday, you have breakfast with the family,” I pout.

“We have breakfast with the family,” he grunts.

“Not this time,” I sigh.

“You can’t run from her forever,” he mutters. “Mom will find and corner you when she’s ready.”

“Not if she doesn’t suspect anything and she won’t as long as I stay way and don’t give anything away,” I shrug.

Brax rolls onto his back and blows out a breath. I turn to face him, unable to keep my eyes from rolling over his sexy body. He opens his mouth to say something, but thinks better of it, clamping his lips shut.

“Last night didn’t go exactly the way I planned. I’ll pick you up at six tonight. We need some real time together. A movie and something to eat. We can drive out a bit, I’m not asking, Baby. We need this,” he says, the command clear in his voice.

“Okay,” I relent. “I’m going to see Amanda this afternoon. I’ll be ready by six.”

“Good, now come here. You feel so good in the morning,” he gives me a sleepy, sexy smile.

I can’t resist. He feels amazing in the morning. This is the best way to wake up.

Clink.

He’s beating at my armor again. I can feel myself giving in to hope. My heart longs for days like this. Days when everything else is silence in the background. We can have this. Things have been going so well over the last four months, if you put aside my extra drama. It can only get better from here, right?

Famous last words, much?

* * *

Braxton

I tamp down thoughts of confronting Heather’s “girlfriend.” Heather said she’ll handle it. I’m learning to let her. One thing I’ve learned is that Heather always needs to feel in control. It’s something I have to work hard at remembering.

I get out of the Bentley, grinning to myself. Heather is going to die, when she sees which car I’m driving. She still gives me shit for my choices in cars. Black and Lock treats me well. I don’t see why I shouldn’t indulge. I have plenty of money squared away for when it’s time to start a family.

The smile on my face broadens, when I think of starting my own family. I know we’re so far away from that, but a guy can dream. Someday, I have no doubts about it. It will happen someday.

I knock on the door, then look at my watch. I’m five minutes early. The door opens as my eyes lift from my wrist. My jaw falls, when Heather comes into view. It’s the simple changes that are just striking on her.

Her shapely legs and curvy hips are hugged by grey skinny jeans. A grey, well-cut, fitted leather biker jacket sits over a black t-shirt. The black, sexy as fuck calf high boots, with silver spiked heels have my mouth watering. Her hair is styled into a wave on top that clears the view of her stunning face. Her makeup is flawless, I never thought anyone could make grey lipstick look so good.

I’m so stunned, I don’t move as she steps out of the apartment and turns to lock the door. When her back is to me and her ass comes into view, I groan. Moving forward, I place my hands on either side of her head, leaning my forehead to the back of her head.

I feel her pause, her body melting into mine. We’re the perfect fit. My hands go to her hands, I don’t move. I just stand soaking in her essence. My eyes closed, the world around at a standstill, her scent overwhelming my head.

“If I had to choose death or a lifetime without you, I’d choose death every time. The more I see you be you, the more I want to move heaven and hell to open that door for you to walk all the way through. You leave me in awe,” I breathe against her skin.

Slowly she turns in my arms, when her eyes meet mine, they have a slight shine. I dip my head and take her sweet lips. The kiss is hot and she tastes so fucking good, but it doesn’t last long. Heather is the first to break the kiss.

“I missed you, too,” her words come with a shy smile.

I run my thumb over her now swollen lips. “Missed isn’t the word,” I chuckle. “Come on, we have a good drive and I don’t want to miss our movie.”

I lead her out to the car, with my hand on the small of her back. Just as I thought she would, she turns to me and rolls her eyes. I just grin at her, opening the door for her to climb in. Once she secure in the car, I round the back and get in.

“What are we going to see?” she chirps, looking over at me.

My heart skips a beat, when she reaches over and runs her fingers through the front of my hair. I reach for her hand, bring her palm to my lips. I can’t help myself, I flick my tongue out for a taste of her sweetness.

Heather’s lashes flutter closed. When they open again, slowly, I see the glow in her orbs. I place another kiss on her skin, before locking my fingers with hers and tucking her hand against my thigh.

“It’s a surprise,” I smile, pulling off.

“Brax, if you take me to a horror movie, I’m kicking your ass,” she grumbles.

“You wish,” I snort.

“You do know that I hold back on you,” she says.

I take a peek over at her to see a teasing grin on her lips. I twist my lips and lift my chin at her, before turning back to the road. I lift her hand to kiss the back of it.

“Sure,” I mutter.

“What kind of girlfriend would I be if I laid your ass out in front of your brothers?” She giggles.

I bark out a laugh. “Whatever, Baby. The day you lay my ass out, I’ll fill three shelves in your shoe closet,” I promise.

“Oh hell yeah, I’m holding you to that,” she hoots.

I turn to her and wink. “You’re welcome to.”

We continue with our little banter, until we get to the movie theater. I ordered our tickets online to keep the movie a surprise. After ordering a bunch of junk to split between us, I distract her as we enter to take our seats.

I’m nearly bouncing in my seat like a little kid, as the commercials roll. I know Heather is going to flip, when she sees what’s on the screen. It’s her favorite movie. I was so stoked to find it playing here.

Heather gasps as soon as the movie’s opening starts. She turns to me with a huge smile on her lips. Leaning in and almost knocking the popcorn in my lap over, she plants a big kiss on my lips.

“Last Dragon,” she gushes. “Thank you, B. I love you,” she says, before turning back to the screen.

I still, just staring at her. I don’t even think she knows she said it. She looks like a little kid staring out at the screen, happily eating gummy bears.

I lean over into her ear. “I love you too,” I whisper.

Her head slowly turns in my direction. I can see her own words, from moments ago, register in her head. Her eyes drop, her head dips. I reach for her chin, lifting it to bring us back at eye level.

“I already knew, but it’s good to hear it from your lips,” I whisper.

I dip my head to place a gentle kiss on her lips. Turning back to the movie, I toss some popcorn in my mouth. Now this is what I call a great date.

* * *

Heather

I know keeping us a secret goes against everything in him. Yet, Brax does it for me. That alone shows me so much. Then, there are his words. Brax says all of the right things. The words that make your breath hitch and your heart pound in your chest. That’s when he’s not saying shit to make my panties useless.

Although, finding a showing of The Last Dragon. That was just next level. It shows how much he not only knows me, but how much he loves me to drive us all the way out here to see it.

It’s late and we both have to work in the morning. After dinner, Braxton suggested we get a suite to stay the night. Feeling sluggish myself and knowing it’s a long drive I agreed.

Brax opens our suite with me tucked under his arm. I’m so full of emotion. I need to release some of it. I’ve warred all night with this decision. Painful memories have ridden me hard, as I try to push them back and tell myself this is different.

He gives you everything you need. Return the favor. You’re strong enough to take this step.

Before I can chicken out, I slip from under his arm, turning to push him against the door we just walked through. Brax’s eyes widen in surprise. I squat down, before he can react.

I’m swift about tugging his belt free and unzipping him. I have his pants slightly pulled down his hips and his length in my hand by the time he catches up to what’s going on.

“Heather, Baby, what are you doing?” He rasps, as I stroke him, needing to use both my hands.

I answer him by wrapping my lips around him. I keep my eyes on him, needing to lock in with that penetrating golden gaze. As if knowing I need to see into his soul while I do this, he holds my stare with a hungry one of his own.

I see so much love, desire, awe, and intensity. His jaw tightens and works beneath his skin, as I bob back and forth. His face contorts, a groan slipping from his lips, when I swirl my tongue.

I block out where I learned to do this from. I won’t let any of that steal from me any longer. I’m an adult now. I love this man before me, it’s not dirty for me to love him and show him that love this way.

“Fuck,” Brax groans, cupping the side of my face. “You’re so fucking gorgeous. Just seeing your lips wrapped around my cock is enough to make me come,” he moans.

I hum, still looking up at him. The sight is sheer beauty. I relish in the sight of his hair falling into his forehead. I take in the sweat that’s beginning to turn his hair to a darker color, while pasting it to his skin. The way his lips are parted,—allowing his tongue to peek through,—and the heaving of his broad chest, cause my own panties to moisten.

Oh, and his scent, I suck harder wanting so badly to taste more of him. He smells so good, between his cologne and his natural scent my mouth is watering. I restrain from becoming too aggressive, his piercings rolling over my tongue reminding me to do so.

“Shit, un-fucking-believable,” he hisses through his teeth. “I’m gonna come.”

Two more strokes of my mouth and his knees buckle just a bit. I feel him fill my mouth with warmth. I hold it in my mouth, blinking up at him. Keeping his back to the door, he lifts me to stand. His strong hands cup my face.

“I’m so in awe of you,” he breathes.

His words wash over me, making up my mind. I swallow, licking my lips for show. Braxton releases a short laugh. His arms going around my waist, as he crushes his lips to my mine.

He kisses me deeply, surprising me after what I just did. His tongue searches my mouth without a care. I open up to him and the kiss. I don’t know how long we stand there, him devouring me, me trying not to melt at his feet.

“My turn,” he breathes, when he breaks the kiss.

I squeal when he tosses me over his shoulder and starts for the bedroom. Internally, I give a fist pump. I did it! I shared a moment with Brax that I’ve been terrified of. All I can think about is giving him that pleasure again. Having that same power to make him lose control once more.

My heart soars. I’m in love. I know I am, but I’m terrified that this will only survive in this bubble we’ve created.

I must protect this anyway I can. Even if that means it stays our little secret. I won’t allow anyone to take this from me. I know it in my heart, I wouldn’t survive this time.