Defying Fate

by Lis, Heidi

  “Braxton this just isn’t going to work.” My words filled with regret, trying desperately for him to see my point. It has nothing to do with him or me; it all has to do with a tall fake blonde.

  “Babe shh, you give up way too easy. Honestly, do you think I’m going to let that bitch decide if I can be with you? I will deal with her; one way or another. I will also make sure you are safe. Get it straight, you are not quitting, and you are not leaving me.” His words are strong and so are his arms as they wrap me up like a boa constrictor.

  Why is he making this so damn hard?

  “Braxton there is no us to give up on or leave. We let things go too far today that’s it.” I say while wiping away stray tears that have fallen down my cheeks. I need for him to see how this thing between us will only end badly.

  Biting his lower lip, Brax growls out as if to warn me. “Who are you trying to kid? You damn well know there is something going on between us. You are lying to yourself if you think otherwise.”

  I face away from him as I rest my head on my pillow feeling somewhat lost and sad. Maybe if we had met each other under different circumstances, things could be different.

  Needing him to understand, I take a deep breath to calm myself so I can explain it to him. “Honey, I don’t know what to do here. Do you realize until Eve is eighteen, she will be involved in your life, whether you like it or not?” I feel his body stiffen as I say it. I’m not sure he even realizes how long he will be forced to have her in his life. The thought of long-legged, fake-tits Tiffany makes me sick to my stomach, and I’m not the one who shares a kid with her. Fuck. Eve, this sweet girl is stuck in the middle of a shit storm. Poor baby.

  I can feel his head move as he leans in close to my ear. “No. She may be involved with Eve, but she has no involvement with me. I live my life for me, not her.” He’s telling me this, but I’m not so sure he believes it.

  Frustrated, I continue to argue my point. “Yes I know that, but you are lying to yourself if you think she is going to let you have some normal relationship, with any woman. She will work her ass off trying to get you back into her life.” I turn my head to look into those sad red-rimmed brown eyes. He needs to hear what I’m saying.

  “Not…Gonna…Happen!” Instantly, he is grabbing my shoulders to yield my undivided attention.

  “Delusional!” I huff out in response.

  “Realist, Izzy. She has no say in my personal life. Not anymore. I may have made mistakes in the past, going back to her now and again thinking I wanted her, but it ended all the same. She screwed up over and again, I can’t live like that, not anymore, not now that I’ve met you.” Running his nose in my hair; his nuzzles are smooth, sweet and sexy.

  “Me?” I must be dreaming, did he just say ‘me’? Oh My God.

  “You, Izzy.” Braxton yawns fatigued, then sleepily says, “I’m tired as hell. Let’s sleep and talk later.”

  He snuggles in closer to me and I can feel he has no shirt on. His chest is rubbing against my bare shoulders. I have my bra on and feeling skin on skin with him is like a fire smoldering before it ignites into flames. His touch is like the most amazing thing I have ever felt. No man has ever made me feel this, with one touch alone. Between his hot smoldering body and his very sexy face that does all sorts of very bad things to me, his touch is just too much. Sleep? Who the hell does he think is going to get some sleep?

  Intrigued, I have to ask. “Are you naked, Braxton?”

  I feel his hot breath on the back of my neck. His intense growl is just plain sexy, and it’s making my body sizzle to life.

  “Feel me and find out Iz.”

  I have to moan, but my body has its own reaction. Not being able to contain myself, I roll my hips against him. I seriously love spooning.

  Losing my ability to think, speaking is getting increasingly difficult. “Seriously, are you trying to kill me? I mean, how much do you think I am going to be able to take? From the moment, I saw you; I have been changing my underwear faster than I can wash them. I use my rabbit daily and thanks to you it has forced me to change batteries faster than I can buy them. Jesus H. Christ, what you do to me.” I let it all slip out without my damn mouth filter. Argh. Shit, did I just say that to him...Seriously?

  Braxton chokes, and then starts to laugh as if it’s the funniest thing he has ever heard.

  “Oh hell, damn Izzy the things you say never cease to amaze me. I have never had a woman be honest enough to say those things without either being embarrassed or not gutsy enough to admit it. Girl you just jumped up by ten fucking points with your very flattering remarks.” Nuzzling my neck once again, but this time he nibbles on my ear with hot heavy breaths. Oh, his breaths are warm and wet and sending shivers down my spine all the way to my toes.

  “Oh damn, did I impress big bad Braxton? Must be the first girl to do that, huh?” Daring his playful side should have known he would play along.

  “Damn straight baby, you intrigue me to the point I might go bat shit crazy.” His erection pressing into my backside is undoing my resolve. Yes. Moans escape from the both of us.

  “Hmmm. Oh my, seriously Braxton, this is unfair. I’ve been sexually frustrated since I met you, this is killing me.”

  His hip grinding and hot breaths on my neck only emphasizes how much he wants me? He’d better watch it or else I might jump his damn bones. Bastard would like that though. To torture me even more, his hardened shaft is pressed against me moving in an up and down motion. Shit, I swear I can feel everything down to the pulse of blood pumping to his growing erection.

  Jokingly, Braxton asks, “Show me, get your little rabbit friend and show me what I do to you. I think I need a visual. The visual of you ‘getting off just thinking about me’ turns me the fuck on.”

  Using my sexiest voice, I reply, “Oh you would like that wouldn’t you?”

  “Bet your ass I would and right now your ass feels fucking incredible pressed up against my cock.” Circling his hips harder this time.

  We both moan as I rotate my hips to meet his. When our bodies come together, it’s that little bit of friction that ignites into passion. Braxton reaches around the front of me slowly. Taking his time, his fingers snake around to find my panties beyond soaked at this point. Pressing his thumb against my clit at the same time his cock continuously makes contact with my ass. Oh, Sweet Mother.

  I can’t help myself. Needing to feel him more of him, I use my hand around his neck to pull him closer against me. The more he rocks, the harder he rubs against my core and the harder I yank him in return. I dig my fingers through his hair, pulling it as I try to smash his face into my back. I realize I am building, and my insides are tightened to the point of no return. Oh my god, I don’t want him to stop. I want more; I need more.

  “Oh, sweet Jesus, Braxton don’t stop touching me.” Moaning, groaning and digging my fingernails into his scalp. Shit, I might have drawn blood as he winces and groans himself. Not sure if it was from pain or pleasure, or maybe both.

  “Don’t plan on it babe, the harder you pull my hair only makes me rock into you that much harder. Let it go baby, come apart from just the feel of me. Show me what I do to you. Fucking-A-Izzy, your body, feels like fucking heaven.”

  His teeth nip a bit harder this time. Yeah, bite me you beast. Mark me, at least this time I want a mark on me. Braxton’s mark would be a welcome one. The others are just a disgusting reminder. Maybe I need some of Braxton’s marks to help me forget the other ones.

  Breathing harder and grinding my sex into his hand, I close my thighs to ride against him. Moaning and pulling and rubbing and losing all sense of rationality, I fall apart. Crying out as I am trembling into pieces. Fuck I can’t stop the feelings; I need him. No! I Fucking Want Him. My orgasm is drawn out with the feeling of his palm on my clit and the rubbing of his dick against my ass. I ride it out with not an ounce of embarrassment.

  “That’s it Izzy, fucking ride my hand. Feel me baby, rock hard against your sweet ass. Jesus, I
feel like I’m seventeen again. If it’s this damn good now wait till I have you naked and riding my cock baby, I might not live through that. I want you Iz, like I need the air to breathe.”

  Collapsing into him, he wraps me up to kiss my head. To say that was one of the most powerful orgasms I ever had would be an understatement. Good Lord, I never knew how good it could be. My orgasms to-date have been okay, I seem to have better ones with my own hand than the lackluster lovers I have had in my past. Some guys know what they are doing better than others. Most men are selfish and only think about their own needs, to give a fuck if the girl they are with getting off or not.

  With Braxton, it’s different. He sets my body on fire with his eyes alone. When his voice comes into play with his rock on body it’s just over the top fuck-a-licious.

  Smiling like a school girl, I chuckle a bit too loud. “Braxton, that was fucking-a-amazing. Jesus, did you take a class in all the ways to please a woman or am I just damn lucky?”

  Holding me tighter, he whispers in my ear. “Iz, you’re like a drug I’m addicted to. I can’t get enough when I am around you, girl.” His laughter stops as he says, “Shit, you lit up and turned into a sex kitten ready to eat me alive. Hmmm; Sparkplug. My new nickname for you is Sparkplug.”

  “What the hell does that mean?” Turning my head so I can look back into his eyes, all, I see, is mischief. “What does Sparkplug mean?” Taking in his wild array of emotions dancing across his face, I’m not sure what he is going to tell me.

  “One minute you are sweet and innocent and then you turn it on and watch out, you spark and ignite. Sparkplug baby, my own personal sparkplug.” Kissing the tip of my nose, oh so sweet.

  With our bodies now aligned, I wrap my arms around his strong shoulders as I am taking my time running my hands all over his body. He is very muscular; his tattoos are on display, and I am in awe. A man with tattoos always looked good to me, but the way Braxton sports them, damn it’s mouth-watering. So I run my fingertips over them. I start at his right shoulder and trace the tribal looking design all the way down his arm. It’s a full arm tattoo, and I have no idea the meaning, but it is massive and beautiful. Just like him.

  “Braxton, your tattoos, are fabulous. Especially this one, the way it goes down your arm and wraps around your wrist. I could get lost in all of them. Spend all day tracing them with my tongue.” So I do, I lean over and run my tongue along his wrist and up his arm. It’s sensual and a turn-on, not gross in any way. I moan and watch his face with my eyes. With his eyes locked on me, he lays back and lets me explore.

  Once I am up his arm, I trace my fingers across his chest to his other side. He has a big eagle with its wings spanned across his chest. It’s intricate and very detailed. The artist did a kick-ass job as far as I can see. I spend some time running my fingers around his nipples and lick them lightly. I bite one hard enough to feel Braxton wince. He smiles. The lick I give it draws out a moan from his very luscious lips.

  “Iz.” My name escapes his soft lips gingerly.

  His other arm is sporting a dragon that wraps down his arm. It’s just as intricate as the rest. I return my gaze to his stomach, and my insides flutter with excitement. Hot damn alive, the design that outlines his taut muscles is incredible. I do notice upon closer inspection he has a name above his heart.

  Lightly tracing it a smile spreads across my face. The letters are scripted and in the eagle’s wing, right above his heart.

  “Eve, I can see it here. If you didn’t look closely, you would never see it. It’s beautiful Braxton.” I never let my eyes wander; they are entranced in his daughter’s name.

  Softly, he replies, “Yeah, she is my heart. It seemed only right to have her mark on me. Do you really like it?”

  “Hmm, I love it. What a beautiful thing to do. Mine are not as beautiful as yours.” I accidently let this slip.

  That seems to get his attention.

  “You got tats sweetheart? Damn, how the hell did I not notice them?” He is trying to peer at my body half naked that is still half covered by the blanket.

  Slightly embarrassed, I only nod. I know he is going to ask me where and I will have to show him. Shit should have kept my mouth shut.

  “Oh Izzy, don’t hold out on me now. It’s only fair, you licked mine; I should get to return the favor.” Smiling, he gives me the look of the devil.

  Shit. Damn. Oh My God.

  “Wouldn’t you like to know?” I give him my best glare before I blurt out with a laugh.

  “Bet your ass, now fess up Sparkplug.” He says, slapping my thigh.

  My new found nickname is pretty funny, but Braxton calling me it makes it sweet. Braxton giving me a nickname is downright amazingly, hot as sin.

  I give him a serious look now because, what I’ve got to say is not funny in any way. “I got my first one several years back and then just kept adding some here and there. Some I wanted and some not so much.” I get quieter as I mention them to him without him knowing what I mean by ‘marks’ on my body. My mistake. He was never supposed to find out about my sordid past. Great Izzy, open mouth and insert foot.

  Sitting up some, Braxton gives me a look of ‘what the hell does that mean?’

  “Izzy, what the hell do you mean ‘some not so much’? Don’t tell me you let some dick mark you when you didn’t want it?” His sweet voice and body language is now a little frightening.

  Rolling my eyes with a shake of my head, I am now pissed at myself for saying anything. Seriously Izzy, what the hell? Major buzz kill.

  I sigh with regret. “Doesn’t matter now, does it? What happened to me was then, not now. Someday I want to have a few of my marks covered up.”

  He pauses and shakes his head as if he did not just hear me right. His nostrils flare with anger. “Sparkplug, spill it now. Not fuckin’ liking what is coming out of your mouth.”

  Shit. “Braxton, leave it alone. If you’re nice, I will show you my butterflies.” Wanting to distract his anger I try to plaster a fake ass smile on my face. This is not a can of worms I want to be opened.

  His glare is seeking entrance into my soul. Or maybe just trying to figure me out, either way he is searching.

  He relaxes a bit. “Yeah babe, show me some skin. First the butterflies then I want to see the others. It’s Showtime, baby doll.” He just cracks me up, but underneath his smile, I can see his nervousness as well. He can’t hide it from me.

  Turning around, I go to stand. “Here, see how the butterflies span my entire back.” I showcase my back by the moonlight coming in the window. Turning slightly to my side so he can see how my butterflies span up my side. It’s quite beautiful. This is my only piece that is truly me. Life imitates art and all.

  Braxton instantly sits up and turns on the nightstand light to get a better look. The moon shining through the window did not give him enough light, I guess. Hey, at least the light will let me take in his tattoos better as well. I drink the sight of him in as soon as the light fills the room. Losing myself in his body art, I raise an eyebrow and have to pick up my mouth up off of the floor.

  “Izzy,” he says in his sexy voice. “These are hot as hell.” He reaches out to trace them. They start at my right hip and curve around my side and end up on my shoulder. I have no idea what I was thinking at the time, but they are beautiful. Delicate designs with blues, yellows and mostly black.

  As his eyes dance across my back, his genuine smile warms my heart. “Alright Sparkplug, let’s continue.”

  “I got a tramp stamp; people thought I was, so why disappoint them, right?” I shove my panties down and reveal my lower back tattoo. It’s a tribal design, and it spans from hip to hip dipping low into my ass crack. Yeah, this one hurt like hell. I did it to piss him off, the dick from my past who acted like he owned me. Silly, but I did it, and I paid the price for it as well.

  “Holy Fuck! That’s hot babe. Damn, taking you from behind is going to be sexy as hell.” Braxton has to adjust his package between his legs. I sm
ile and give him a wink.

  Braxton is just too sexy for words, lying against my headboard in black boxer briefs. Sweet God; I could just eat him up.

  Shaking my rear he smirks smacking his forehead with the palm of his hand. “Keep going honey, this show is getting better by the minute. Fuck getting my own little strip tease from my Sparkplug. Life is good.” Clapping his hands together; the excitement radiates from him.

  “That’s enough show and tell for one night there big guy,” I say smiling.

  With a devil’s grin, I start crawling to meet him in the middle of my bed. Braxton reaches out for me and pulls me to his chest. Our noses touch as he lays his forehead against mine.

  “You don’t have to look at me, but you will tell me what happened with those marks you didn’t want. As much as I loved the show, your distraction is not going to make me forget what you told me earlier.”

  Closing my eyes, I whisper. “Braxton, I can’t. So much pain and suffering. I left to get away; I don’t want you to know a thing about what I have lived with.” Grabbing his shoulders, I pull him tighter to me. Our foreheads still resting against one another as we stay like this.

  “Not moving. So you need to spill it. Part of me getting to know you is finding out about your life. Not a damn thing you can tell me will make me feel any different. Shit happens to all of us. Some good and some downright bad, but that’s life Iz; I know it better than anyone.”

  Whispering, I silently beg. “I can’t Braxton, I just need time. Time for me to heal myself, I’m not ready for you to judge me just yet.”

  Shaking his head, he blows out a big breath.

  “Izzy, my sweet girl you know I would never judge you? I’m no choir boy. I have done shit and seen shit that would make you second guess being in this bed with me, but I have no worries about you judging me. This is who I am; not always proud of the things I did but can’t change the past. Only move forward and do better with what you got.” Holding my hand in his, he is confident and self-assuring. I stare at him in bewilderment.