by Lis, Heidi
The next thing, I know, is I’m screaming out his name as I explode. Eyes tightly closed, I see fireworks.
“Braxton, oh my God!” It’s a curdling cry, scream or whatever you want to call it. Every man likes it when a woman screams his name, well I did not just yell, I fucking pierced my ears with the decibel of my voice. Never giving thought to my roommate next door. Oh no!
Kara knocks on the wall, shouting, “Not funny. Don’t make me jealous over there!”
I hear Kara laughing as Liam loudly reminds her who the boss is and shows her she has no need to be jealous when she has him.
Braxton is smirking and rejoicing that I just shouted out to the stars, screaming his name. His smile gradually eases to a look of heated lust, lowering my legs that no longer have any feeling in them. Positioning himself on top, he kissed the ever loving hell out of my already swollen lips. Trembling from the best orgasm of my fucking life Braxton reaches for the rails of my headboard with an iron grip. He glides into my saturated wet center as if knocking on heaven’s door.
I gasp not once, but twice. Squeezing his pecs, my hands slip as sweat beads his chest. I claw at him as my insides smolder once again. The electrical current spanning in my chest feels like they are jetting out from my fingers as I know I am about to have an out of body experience.
“Brax. Oh. Oh, sweet fuck. Yes, yes, Braxton.” Upon my impending orgasm, I do the only thing I can to help me ground me. Throwing my arms above my head, I grip the bed rails holding on tight. Arching I push my body to press against his while taking me to new heights, I never knew physically possible. My legs feel like jelly, shaking so hard I wrap them around Braxton’s lower legs. Anchoring me to him, not sure my body is going to survive this one.
“Izzy, my sweet girl, you feel so amazing. We felt like we belong together. Fucking love your tight pussy wrapped around my throbbing dick. Iz, Iz, fuck, I’m going to cum so hard.” His voice low and gruff as he explodes into a million pieces.
Hard molten lava spills inside of me, coating my walls as he continues to thrust his shaft in and out me. He slowly stops pushing as I now bear his full body weight on top of mine. His massive frame enveloped my smaller petite one, fucking perfect fit!
Before we called it a night Braxton, did take me to new heights yet again. I swear my insides were strung out. My legs felt like they would never work again, and I thought my vagina, fell out somewhere in-between my hoarse voice, or it was when I drew blood on Braxton’s back with my nails. Doesn’t matter, that was a fucking night to remember. Every girl should experience the things I did that night.
Pure Bliss!
REMEMBERING THAT NIGHT, reliving those moments of pure ecstasy, allow me to see how content and happy I really was. I read about times like these in my books, but who thinks that shit happens in real life? Well, I didn’t until Braxton. He has me rethinking the laws of gravity, the way my body was floating on cloud nine, not once, but three-freaking times. Never knew my body had it in me to do that three, or was it four times? Who the hell knows or cares? But, like always with Braxton it just gets better and better.
One minute I remember Braxton and I’m over the moon happy, then my reality here with Dominic shatters my happiness into a dark sadness. I may never see Braxton again, never feel his touch, his light-hearted nature. For not knowing him long and sleeping with him a handful of times, it’s amazing how well he knows my body. That man can fine tune my body that blows my ever loving mind.
Simply put, he is my soul mate.
I notice the pills Max left for me on the nightstand with a ginger ale, so I take them. Hopefully, they will knock my ass out, I would rather be knocked out cold than be reminded of where I am and who I am with. Dominic left some time ago, thank goodness for small miracles!
A movement at the end of my bed has Max shifting closer to me.
“You should eat some soup with those Iz.”
Shit how the hell is he always here and I never know it?
“You’re like cat woman or something, so quiet blending in I never know you are even here.” My voice is light as I can relax with Max. He places my soup on the nightstand. It’s steaming hot, but I have to admit I’m starving as my stomach rumbles at the sight of it.
“Need some help eating, I can feed you.” Max says as he sits down next to me. I should probably be nervous with him so close to me, but after spending more than one night with the man patching me up, I’m not.
“Nah. I can get it, just let it cool.” Everything about him is so sweet, the plain opposite from his boss.
I can’t help but chuckle. “Dominic could learn some bedside manners from you.”
His eyes go wide. “Oh, I would tend to agree with you, but better off no one hears you say that.”
“Your secret is safe with me,” placing my hand over his as it lies on his knee. The gesture is meant to be a way of appreciating all the nice things he has done for me over the years. Mainly stitching me up after his boss has torn me up, but still he was always nice.
He then hands me a phone from his pocket. “Listen, I just saw Dom leave, so you have some time. Take my phone and call Kara or whoever while you can. He won’t ever know, it’s the best I can do for now.”
I stare at his hand as it’s outstretched to me holding his phone. I am possibly eyeing my chance of escape. Calling Kara, I can make sure she is safe and then she can get the word to Braxton and Liam. My heart races at the thought of hearing Braxton’s voice again. I should be more concerned to make sure Kara is all right, but the thought of hearing his angelic voice is what is making my heart go pitter-patter. Closing my eyes with the possibility of seeing him again floods my vision. The tears gently roll down my cheeks with the hope of an ‘only what if’.
“Take it Izzy, you won’t have a lot of time. It looked like Dominic was on a mission, not sure what his plan is. Take this time and call him or Kara, don’t care, but do it now.” Anxiety in his words and stretched across his face.
“Okay,” I whisper. “Thank you so much Max.” Taking the phone I nervously try to press numbers. This moment is so monumental I’m shaking from head to toe.
“Hello. Hello, who’s there? Izzy, God, please let this be you.” Kara is shouting into the phone. Hearing her voice I cry, loud sobs, snot running out of my nose-style crying.
“Izzy, oh. Oh. Oh my God. Thank God, are you okay? Shit of course you aren’t? Why aren’t you talking? Izzy God Dammit. Talk to me.”
I hear voices in the background, some noises filter in the receiver before I hear him. My God, it’s my soul mate, my Braxton. I hear a noise and some muffling, then.
“Izzy, Izzy baby, please talk to me!” His voice is impatient and crazed with anxiety.
I cup my mouth because I am crying so hard, I honestly can’t speak words. Just hearing the two most important people in my life, it’s wrecking me.
“IZZY.” He shouts into the phone almost breathlessly.
“I’m…I’m here. Oh Braxton.” I say sobbing uncontrollably.
“Baby, it’s you, my beautiful angel. I prayed more these past few days than I have my whole damn life. It took some years off me Sparkplug.” Braxton said breathlessly as if he’s taking his last. Hearing my nickname he has given me, warms my heart and brings out yet another sob.
I’m silent as I thank my lucky stars I can hear his voice again. Even if it’s the last time I can, it’s everything to me. Holding the phone to my forehead, I just listen to his voice, marking it to memory so in the dark days ahead, I can recall him saying my name, calling me baby. It’s the single most heart-melting thing…to hear him, second to hearing my child cry the first time of course.
“Brax, it’s so good to hear your voice.” A slight chill pricks my spine. “I wasn’t sure would get a chance to hear your voice again. Oh, this hurts so bad.”
“Shhh, shhh, listen honey do you know where you are?” He keeps asking me and my reply is exactly the same each time.
“I have no idea.” His exubera
ted sigh tells me he’s not satisfied.
“Iz, look out the window and tell me what you see?”
The stupid side of me, without thinking tries to stand up as the pain shoots across my lower stomach. I immediately wince and yelp in pain. Dropping my phone on the bed, I lie back with controlled breaths.
Counting my breaths I try to relax my body. Braxton is yelling, no more like shouting down the roof through the phone. I breathe one big one, one last time and pick up the phone.
“I’m here. I’m here,” Slowly panting, I painfully add, “Its okay but I can’t look out the window right now.” I leave it at that.
“Why the fuck not? Iz, why can’t you look out the motherfucking window for me? Better yet, what the hell just happened to you?” The words come out angry, but I think the anger is more from being scared about me.
“Don’t. Don’t ask me things you are not prepared to hear the answers to. Just know I can’t do it, and before you ask me, I’m not okay. I’m hurt and trying my damnedest to stay healthy enough to ask you to do a few things for me.”
“What the hell are you saying? What things?” I can tell he must have winced at my request because his voice hitched.
With self-doubt, I am begging on the inside. “Please take care of Kara for me. Take care of…”
“WHAT THE HELL! No! Izzy, you are not going to talk like that. I’m going to get you. You hear me. Izzy: DO. YOU. HEAR. ME?” Pausing after each word, his tone is wild.
“Yes, but, but…” I can’t help but lower my head in shame.
“No, but’s honey. Don’t you give up hope? Don’t give up on me or you.” His voice full of desperation, but it’s his plea that touches me most. I cry harder, so hard I can’t breathe another word. My lower lip quivers with each whimper that escapes.
The phone is near my ear so I can hear Kara and Braxton shouting. Kara is telling Braxton that if Max was with me it meant only one thing, I’m hurt, and he had to patch me up. When those words aired, I could sense it tore Braxton apart. I could hear his pain and anger as he shouted what he was going to do to Dominic. It should have given me some comfort, but the only thing, it did, was scare me. The thought of Braxton showing up and confronting Dominic was not a welcome one. My brother did that and look where that got him, six feet in the ground. All courtesy of me.
As I fall apart listening to my favorite people shouting about me and what they wanted to do to a man who is like a living devil, Max takes the phone. I glance at him as he makes a slightly pained expression. He takes the phone and starts to talk.
“Hello, yes, my name is Max. I am trying to help here if Dom finds out? I am sure as fuck a dead man. Listen I need to talk to Liam, get him for me and make it fast.” Max is looking out the window, I‘m sure watching for Dominic to return.
Liam? How the hell does Max know about Liam?
“Hey Liam, I was told to contact you. Well, it seems we have a mutual friend, and he put two and two together so here I am. I wanted to call you as soon as I could.” Max paused looking at me with a pained expression on his face, and then pauses. “No she is not alright. Yes-yes, but tell him to shut the hell up so we can talk for a minute.” Max keeps glancing between me and the window as he holds the curtain.
I can imagine Max is referring to Braxton.
“I will call when I can figure out what our next move is. I need to get to her daughter somehow.” Pausing, Max raises an eyebrow and sighs.
“Yes, that might work. Good idea. Listen I think he is back, so I need to go. Tell him no, he can’t talk to her again. It’s not safe.” Click. Max hits end and deleted the history of the call on his phone.
“Wow, I can see why Dom is so frustrated and upset, your man is, well, let’s just say intense.” He says with a wild shake of his head.
“That is putting it mildly.” I burst out laughing.
Max leaves the room after making sure I was going to eat some soup before the pain meds’ send me into sleepy land. I have to admit the soup was amazing, definitely hit the spot. I drifted off shortly after, to the hushed voices of Max and Dominic.
My last thought, I sure hope we can trust Max.
He’s my last hope!
FOUR DAYS HAVE PASSED, and I feel like the living dead. I developed a fever and Max realized I had a massive infection. I heard him arguing with Dominic about getting me stronger antibiotics, what Max was giving me was not helping. My illness has given me some damn awful nightmares and even worse hallucinations. Just about an hour ago I thought for sure there was a big ass spider in my room ready to eat me for lunch. Screaming and hiding under the covers did not help as Dominic never left my side, since my last outburst. It seems my mental incompetence brought out his gentle side. If only he knew, he was way, way too late to show this kind of compassion ever to change my mind about him. He did finally agree to send Max to get some stronger meds’. Sending Max out to expose him was not something he wanted to do, but if not, my death is another something he did not want as well. The only thing I knew for a fact; was I was going to die before he returned with a more potent medicine. Hell, right now I’d beg death to take me and put me out of my misery.
Being mad with fever and hallucinations is one thing, having Dominic the nursemaid was just going to put me over the edge.
Dominic kept ringing out the washcloth, and wiping it across my forehead. Never looking into my eyes, in fact, he did his best not to. Being this close to me like this, I could sense he was uncomfortable. It’s times such as these that I can see the kind and caring side of him. Call it wishful thinking, a moment of temporary insanity, but whatever it may be, it has me smiling at the devil who is my new nursemaid. His voice soft and sweet, he tended to my every need. I need to remind my brain that this is his entire fault to begin with.
“Izzabella, you are so dear to me. Do you realize how important you are?” Eyes are shining like diamonds. Dazzling, truly dazzling. With these words, he did in fact look into my droopy eyes. Moaning I close my eyes, because it hurts too much to keep them open. I faintly nod and make an hmmm’ noise. Not sure I actually hear what he is saying I just agree to whatever he says. I am in no mood to argue or dive into a long drawn out conversation. His touch is delicate as he strokes the hair from my face, it is wet from my fever and the wet washcloth. Running his fingers down my cheek, he traces my jaw from ear to ear. With my eyes closed, I dream of another man. It’s his fingers touching my face. It’s his soft angelic voice soothing me. I let the images of Braxton fill my head as he already has my heart.
I moan out his name. I couldn’t help it.
“Braxton. So, nice.” I dream his face and turn my head to lean it into the hand caressing my cheek. It never occurred to me what I had done until after his name escaped my lips. The moment of clarity came to me, and my slip-up came crashing down.
The hand that was stroking my cheek sweetly stopped moving. His fingers tightened so much I open my eyes. “Dominic what are you doing? Leave me alone, I don’t feel well.”
His face is stone cold. “Don’t ever mistake me for him again.”
“What are you talking about Dominic? Jesus. Paranoid or something?” I realize my mistake, but no way in hell I am going to admit it.
Wiping my head with the cloth, his smile does not match his sadistic tone. “I won’t like it if you ever do it again.”
I was too tired, too sleepy to give a shit. If I called him by another name, well so be it. I’m spent and have no energy to fight with him right now. My body knows who it wants, and it’s not him.
“As soon as you are well, we are leaving. The sooner,” he huffs, “the better. You need to leave this place, need to leave him. It would be wise for you to realize you will never see him again.” His voice cold and calculated, yes, now the Dominic I know and don’t love is back. This side to Dominic I can relate with, the sweet side of him? I have no idea what to think of that guy.
“Max is back, I’ll send him in. We’re leaving in a few days; better or not. I hate this p
lace and need to get back home. Feel well Izzabella, I have plans for you.” He leaves the room with a backward glance.
He leaves the room, and I can finally breathe. He will be the death of me, I know it. I can’t see how Braxton could ever get me out of this horrible situation. Death just seems an easier escape.
Max enters my room in a hurry, closing the door, he presses a finger to his lips as to silence me. He sits and takes out three bottles of pills.
I sense urgency with his fast movements plus, he looks nervous. “Izzy, can you understand me right now?”
With my inability to focus right, I simply nod.
“Listen, I’ve spoken to Liam and Brax while I was out. We came up with an idea, well I should say Liam and I came up with a plan. Your man is flat out against it, he wants to come in guns blazing. I assured him that his idea was a sure way to get you killed in the process. Dom will take you out before you leave him again.”
“What’s the plan?” My voice is feeble at best.
Rubbing his hand on his pant leg, Max leans closer to my ear as if to whisper.
“In a nutshell, I’m going to fake your death. I am going to put you in a let’s say, a temporary coma. I then tell Dom you passed away and then get your body the hell out of here and into the hands of Liam and his brothers. Once you are safe, I will come to wake you up.” Staring at me, he pauses for my reaction.
“You're what?” My eyes go wide and about bug out of my head. “How the hell can you put me in a temporary coma and play it off as if I am dead, then turn around and wake me up? What if something goes wrong? What if I don’t wake up? Jesus, it feels like I’m already knocking on death’s door.” My energy is spent, I’m fatigued and hurt everywhere. Learning of Max’s brilliant plan I’m now panicking with fear.
