Serviced (Getting Dirty Series Book 1)

by Tory Baker

  “Braxton.” He’s already building me up. This time, there’s no stopping. My body is in the throes of passion, my body quivering, and then I feel it.

  “Oh!” The words I have on the tip of my tongue are taken from me as I fall more on top of him. The orgasm he is giving me is so powerful that my lower body becomes completely and utterly boneless.

  He gives me one last lick across my sensitive clit before moving out from underneath me. I’m still just lying there when he says, “Goddamn, that’s a beautiful sight.” I’m already imagining what he could see that’s so beautiful when he states, “My woman is worn out, and I did that.” Braxton may as well be thumping on his chest like he’s a damn alpha warrior.

  “Hush,” I mumble, but my words are completely stilted when I see him standing there, naked, precum dripping from his length.

  “Rowen, you ready to be mine?” he questions. I watch as his hand wipes the desire off his chin, not even bothered by it, but Braxton doesn’t stop there. Oh no. He takes that same hand that’s now coated with my desire and fists his hard cock. A whimper builds up inside me, causing me to get back on my hands and knees to move towards him when he grunts, “Show me, siren. I want to see every bare inch of your sweet-as-sin body.” I roll over, plant my feet on the mattress, and spread my legs. The only thing on my body is something he gave me and what I had inked on my body to brand him on me. From the feather necklace he gave me, the piercing in my navel that’s gold in color, but the jewel is reminiscent of his eyes, and the last thing that I branded to my lower hip, a feather. When I looked up the meaning, it couldn’t have been more perfect. It signifies a connection between yourself and the person who gave it to you, trust, honor, and wisdom.

  “I’m ready for you to make me yours, Braxton.”

  “Rowen, you’re already mine. You have to know that now more than ever.” The way his head tips to the side, giving me a smile, I know is only meant for me. It’s made this wait beyond worth it.

  “I do, so much.” He walks towards me. Tonight may be somewhat painful, but I couldn’t be happier that it’s happening between the two of us.

  Twelve

  Braxton

  I want nothing more than to sink into Rowen’s tight heat and fucking my cum deep inside her. There’s one thing stopping me, though, and that’s knowing this is her first time. There’s no way I’m going to take it fast. Not her first time at least.

  Her skin is fair in its ivory complexion, soft and silky compared to my dark and work-roughened hands touching her. We have so many obstacles that could be going against us, our age difference, Bridger and his bullshit, the fact that I think she deserves way more than me but held on to her just the same. It does nothing but solidify Rowen was made for me and I for her.

  “Rowen.” Her name is like an affirmation coming from the depth of my very being.

  “Braxton.” The slow exhale of her breath tells me she needs this, much like I do. I drag the backs of my hands up her legs until I see and feel her body shiver. “I want you right where I place you. No matter what I do, this is going to hurt, but I promise with everything that I have, I’ll be as gentle as possible. Okay?”

  The nod of her head isn’t enough for me. “I need words, siren.”

  “Okay, Brax.” I grab her hips, pulling her closer to the edge of the bed, until my cock is lying on her cunt. I want her nice and wet before I even think about taking her virginity, but seeing the way she listens to me, her body relaxed, it’s enough to make me want to come all over her bare pussy and that tattoo, fuck, what that tattoo does to me every time I see it.

  “Damn, Rowen,” I groan when I slide my cock through the lips of her cunt.

  “It feels so good.” She tips her head up, moving so her elbows help prop her up and she can see exactly what I’m doing to her.

  “You like watching, don’t you?” I ask. She doesn’t shy away from my question.

  “Look at us. How can I not? Our bodies, it’s like we’re made for one another.” With that last statement, I know the time has come, and I’m ready to give her what we’ve both been begging for.

  I move my cock to her entrance, then throw her legs over my shoulders, lean down, and grasp her hips to keep her steady. The way Rowen moves during the throes of pleasure, I know she may do something like lift up and impale herself, which will only cause her more pain.

  “Slow and steady, that’s how this is going. You hear me?” I state, letting her know I’m not taking no for an answer.

  “Yes, but move already!” Her head arches back, soft hair falling around her, her bouncing breasts begging my mouth to lick and taste. I lick my lips, already thinking about how she’ll look when she’s round and pregnant. Those tits will be more than a handful, and I’ll never be able to keep my mouth and hands off them.

  “There’s no rush,” I croon yet slowly sink my cock inside her one fucking inch at a time, letting her get used to me.

  “There is when I’ve had to use my fingers so many times these past three years that they might as well be prunes.” Damn, her mouth. It makes me rethink this whole going-slow thing.

  “Not working, Rowen. I want you to be able to walk tomorrow. Breathe for me.” While she was mouthing off, I was slowly thrusting in and out of her tight-as-fuck sheath. Letting her take me deeper until I’m now sitting at that place that’s keeping me from being completely inside her.

  “Okay,” she croons, the pleasure overtaking her body. She’s no longer sitting up on her elbows. Her hands are grasping the sheets beside her. Those beautiful eyes, though, they never leave mine, not even when I take her virginity and hear her cry out in anguish.

  “Shh, siren, I got you. Breathe through it. I’m not moving.” I box her in with my body, hating like hell I’ve just caused her pain and not wondering for the first time if I should have used my fingers to take her virginity instead of my cock.

  “It’s okay, I promise,” she somehow soothes me when it should be the other way around. I feel her cunt pulse around my dick, and it causes me to slowly move my hips, letting her get used to the pleasure that I’ll be giving her.

  “I know. You okay?” I kiss her lips, deepening it, mimicking with my tongue what I’m also doing with my cock.

  “God, yes, more,” she begs. We slowly get into a rhythm, a slow-as-fuck one that is killing me, but in the best possible way. My thumb slides between our bodies, my mouth stays on hers, and when I feel her body tense beneath me, giving me that sign, I piston my hips a little faster, thrust a little deeper until I know she’s falling apart beneath me, and I’m fucking my cum deep inside her.

  I don’t leave her body, not when both of us come down from our orgasm. I stay deep inside her. Rowen wraps her legs tighter around my back, and when she opens her eyes, my world fucking stops. There’s nothing around us, none of the bullshit that people talk about. It’s just the two of us, the way it was always meant to be.

  “Hi.” Her soft voice is sweet and languid.

  “Hey, siren.” I smile, letting her know everything is okay.

  “Why did we wait that long? I think I might be ready for the next round,” she smarts off but flexes her hips. It causes me to groan.

  “You were too young, and goddamn, baby, you can’t do that. Not yet at least.” It doesn’t stop me from slowly moving with the way she’s moving though.

  “I’m good,” she promises.

  “Right now, you might be, but what happens when I want you again in a couple of hours and you haven’t had time to rest? I’ll tell you what. I won’t be able to be inside you for a week, and that shit is not fucking happening.” Rowen’s pussy does the opposite of letting go. Instead, it tightens on me, but I’m not taking her again. I slowly pull out, watching the entire time.

  “Oh my god, Brax, that’s fucking hot.” Our eyes are locked on her pussy and my cock.

  “I know,” I respond. My length is slick with our combined cum and a small tinge of blood. If it weren’t for that, I’d be sliding back ins
ide her. “It’s making me rethink not taking you again, but you need to soak in the tub for a bit first.” I pull all the way out of her, hating it every second of the way.

  “Soon?” she asks.

  “You don’t even have to ask.” I pick her up, her legs wrapping around me again, and march us into the bathroom, where she’s going to take a bath and I’m going to wash every delicious inch of her.

  Thirteen

  Rowen

  Last night was more than I could ever have dreamed up. No daydreams, fantasies, or anything could compare. In fact, after giving myself to Braxton, the very next best thing he did was start a bath. His house may be modest, something I could tell he was nervous about at first. Sure, my parents and Bridger have huge houses in major developments. None of that matters to me though. At the end of the day, a home is just some concrete, wood, and a roof. It’s what you build inside it that makes it important.

  It was one of the things we discussed when the tub was full, he turned the jets on, dumped some bath oil in, something he told me was his mom’s doing, and helped me get inside. I thought I was inside a romance novel when he was taking care of me, but when he told me to scoot forward so he could slide in behind me, I knew Braxton was more than I could ever ask for. I never would have thought this rough and tough alpha would take care of me so completely. After we both started yawning, we got out, dried off, and Braxton grunted, “I don’t want anything on your body except me when we’re in bed.” That statement caused me to launch myself at him. He saw it coming, picking me up by my waist as I wrapped my legs around his middle. The underside of his length pressing against my center, making me want him again, and Braxton wasn’t kidding about wanting me again and again. After taking me once more, he cleaned me up, got back in bed beside me, and we fell asleep together.

  That’s why, when I wake up and notice Braxton’s nowhere to be found, I feel the bed sheets beside me. They’re cold to the touch.

  “He must have been up with the roosters,” I grumble when I look at the alarm clock on the nightstand. Braxton is such an old man, though that’s not something I’d say to his face. Knowing him, he’d turn me on my stomach and spank me. Not that that’s much of an issue. When he did it last night, it was unbelievably amazing. My legs rub together, easing the ache that’s already building while I think about everything we did last night.

  “I see someone has decided to wake up.” I look up from staring at the ceiling while my head rests on the pillow, my hands languidly running up and down my sides in a soothing pattern.

  “Good morning. Lie with me?” I ask, my voice still raspy with sleep.

  “Morning. Glad to.” I see he’s wearing a pair of boxer briefs molded to his body and nothing else, his hair a mess from my gripping it last night every time he was deep inside me or teasing me while tracing the pattern of my tattoo on my lower hip until he tasted me.

  “What have you been up to?” I ask as he maneuvers me so his arm is under my head, pulling me into his side. I place my hand on his chest, wanting to feel his heartbeat beneath my palm. Warm skin meets my hand, causing me to settle in. Braxton’s olive skin tone is darker compared to mine but just as smooth. His hand finds mine, our fingers locking together.

  “Had something to do out in the garage. A part came in for the Bronco, and I wanted to make sure it was the right one. It’s the second time I’ve had to deal with this company. Last time, they got it wrong.” His hands play with the ends of my hair, almost lulling me back to sleep.

  “Do you need help working on the Bronco?” I lift my head up, getting excited about working with him on it.

  “If you want. It’ll be here at the house. If I open up one bay at the garage, I’ll have half the town coming in to ask questions, then I won’t be able to have a day with just you and me.” He lifts his head, our lips meeting. He’s brushed his teeth and I haven’t. I pull back thinking there’s no way we should be doing this until I brush my teeth.

  “Morning breath.” I move my hand towards my mouth.

  “Not happening. Not giving a shit about morning breath when all I can think about is having a taste of you. Coming in here, seeing you tangled in my sheets, feeling your bare skin on mine, it’s all I need.” Braxton’s hand delves into the locks of my hair, slowly licking my lips, before our tongues meet and our kiss consumes us. His other hand palms my breast, his thumb gliding over my pebbled nipple.

  “Braxton.” I’m breathless. Words are beyond me as I attempt to climb on top of him. He stops me in my tracks, still kissing me the entire time, but it leaves me yearning for more.

  “I know what you want, and I’ll give it to you, but first I’m going to take care of you.” He groans before coming down on top of me, giving me one more kiss, and then he kisses a path down the length of my body, never letting me doubt for a minute he’ll be giving me what my body yearns for. Much like I’ll be returning the favor, this time until I taste him completely.

  Fourteen

  Braxton

  Two Weeks Later

  The frantic way Rowen is rushing out of the main office and moving towards me has me stopping what I’m doing, wiping my hands on a rag, and meeting her halfway there.

  “What’s wrong?” She doesn’t say a word. Instead, she face-plants into my chest, not caring about the grease and motor oil.

  “It’s Mom. Dad just called to let me know they admitted her. She has a fever, and fluid has built up in her lungs again. If things don’t subside, they’re talking about putting her in the Intensive Care Unit.” She’s sobbing to the point of me not being able to understand her.

  “Alright, let me go clean up, and we’ll go right now.” I don’t apologize or say anything else at this point. I’m not an idiot. No words will make her okay. She just needs me to be there for her.

  “It’s okay. I’ll have Peyton come get me if you need to finish up your work,” she says even though she’s full of shit and trying to give me an out.

  “Rowen, there’s nothing more important than you. If you need me, that’s where I’ll be.” I make sure she’s looking at me, giving her the words and letting her know there’s no other place I’d rather be.

  “Okay. I’ll go close down the office while you change. Thank you, Braxton.” I kiss her forehead and say, “There’s nothing to thank me for. We’re in this together, no matter how good or bad it is.”

  When she turns to leave, I let my two employees know they’ll have to close up shop tonight, but I’ll be here in the morning to open, and we’ll switch the phones over to the call service Rowen insisted on setting up. They have no problems with it. Hell, they’ll probably rake in the overtime tonight and tomorrow if need be. Though, I did tell them I’ll at least be here to open up the shop and get things started. But after that, my main concern will be with Rowen and her family.

  Hell, Marty and Craig have opened and closed on more than one occasion when my own parents needed me. I apologize and thank them all in one fell swoop, then turn to head into the office. My clothes are in there, and I might even take a quick shower if Rowen has enough time. There’s nothing worse than being in your stink of sweet and grease.

  “Do we have ten minutes? I’m gonna shower real quick if we do?” I ask Rowen. She’s still at the computer, biting at her lower lip.

  “Yeah, Dad mentioned it’d be a sitting around and waiting game. Please don’t rush. When I heard the news, the only person I wanted was you.” Her eyes are watery, and I know she’s about to break down.

  “Alright, hold those at bay. Let me at least get cleaned up so I can hold you properly,” I tell her, already stripping out of my coveralls.

  “Only you could make me smile when I’m ready to fall apart.” Rowen wipes under her eyes.

  “Damn it, give me two minutes, and you can collapse in my arms,” I say, already knowing if I go to her, it’ll delay us getting to the hospital even more because then we’ll have to swing by my place for her to change clothes. Something that she’s done the past two weeks
is stay at my place more than her parents, and slowly her clothes have overtaken the house as well as all of her other stuff that she uses on a daily basis. Even some of the blankets her mom and grandmother knitted along the way are draped across the foot of the bed, and I’m not mad about it.

  I make quick work of shucking off my clothes, step into the cold-as-balls shower, soap up, rinse off, and then step out with a towel wrapped around my waist. One of the smartest things old man Red did was put in a shower attached to the office.

  When I step out, still slightly damp, I see Rowen’s head tipped down, looking over some kind of paperwork on the desk.

  “Come on.” I walk over, pick up her hand, and lead her over to the couch.

  “I’m okay, I promise. She’s going to be okay, right? Like, she has to. I can’t lose my mom, Braxton.” I no sooner sit down on the couch, pulling her to sit on my lap, before she collapses, the weight of the world firmly on her shoulders, tears pouring down her cheeks, and body shaking as she lets it out.

  “Let it out, siren,” I coo to her while rubbing her back and holding her.

  It doesn’t take her long to pull herself together. Something I’ve noticed about Rowen is how damn strong she is. No matter what’s thrown her way, she handles it. “Okay, I’ve got that out. Now I won’t do it at the hospital. I don’t know what I’d do without you, Brax.”

  Fucking Bridger is one of the things that has yet to be handled. He’s being a bag of dicks. Rowen even reached out to him, but he left her hanging. It was hard not to wade into this shit, especially because I’m partly to blame, but come the fuck on. He’s well into his thirties, while Rowen’s twenty-one. This is not the way you act towards your sister.