by Lis, Heidi
Oh no. “Don’t Braxton. Just another two marks to add to my list of many ugly ass scars. He’s gone, and I need to get used to the fact I have these reminders of him.” I give him a half nods as if to shrug it off as there is not much else to do.
“Baby, someday we will work on covering these up or tattoo around them. We will make them beautiful. I swear to you.”
I know he means it, and I want to tell him not to worry about it, but I’m forced to look at them every time I am naked. Better yet, Braxton has to look at them every time he wants to have sex with me. Can’t say that is a turn-on, more like a major turn-off.
“I know, but let’s not talk about it now. Today, I want to show you how much I love you. My body may not be perfect, but it is all yours.” I say this as I undo his belt and unbutton his jeans. Sliding them down his body, he sits up enough and gets them off. He is going commando today, and I don’t mind since it is less work for me to get to what I want the most. Smiling at his very willing and ready body part, I lean into him and lick it from the root to tip. I swirl around the tip like it’s my personal ice cream cone tracing his growing vein underneath. I know he likes this, each time I do it, his body relaxes with shivers. His fingers grip the sheets as he bucks up into my mouth, I happily hollow my cheeks. Nice and slow, twirling his manhood with my tongue, I graze him with the ends of my teeth grabbing his base in my hand. My hand and mouth tango with his throbbing hardness.
Sucking harder my desire surges, each new draw of my hand glides up I apply even more pressure when I suck. His fingers are in my hair, pulling as he rubs the sides of my head. His excitement is a dead giveaway with the intensity of his hold on my hair. The harder he tugs, the louder I moan. I love to pleasure him, to know I am putting that sex raged looked on his face. It’s all from my body, my mouth, and my hands.
As the first hint of saltiness hits my tongue, I know he’s close. Not in my mouth today. I want him to explode inside of me. Leaning forward and with a pop he is released from my mouth. The look on his face is priceless, as his heart races, and it’s his impending release he silently begs.
I smile at his wild expression. “Don’t worry love, just getting into a new position. When you cum, you do it inside of me, I want to feel you inside of me Braxton. I need you.” I say as I am crawling up his body, his eyes never leaving mine.
Braxton’s smile is set off with the twinkle in his eyes. Looking like he is ready to eat me alive, he asks, “Are you sure you’re ready?”
“Doesn’t matter if I am or not, you’re mine.” What can I say, I’m desperate at this point.
“Yes Ma’am.” He says with a shake of his head. “No other bitch has me.”
“Nice Braxton, calling me a bitch? Should I be honored or pissed?”
“Figure of speech, Sparkplug. Now get your beautiful ass up here on top and ride the wave baby.”
Raising my hips I pause as the tip of his erection rests at my drenched center. I hover and circle the tip of him never using my hands.
“Sparkplug, will you jump on board before you unman me. It’s been awhile, and I’m dying to get up inside that hot body of yours.”
Arching my eyebrow, I say, “Shh, don’t get bossy. I’m in charge.”
“Yes Ma’am, sorry.”
Braxton groans out a deep moan as I slowly slide down his shaft. I’m so freaking wet, it feels like a slip and slide. We have never used a condom between us. Call me stupid, but at least we talked about it. He told me he was clean, I told him I was the same, and I can’t get pregnant so why bother. When a man like Braxton is staring you down, ready to devour your body, time for small talk is over, the idea of him inside me bare is just too great of an idea.
“Oooh baby, you feel so damn good. Izzy, your body, was made for me.” He keeps repeating this over and again.
I am unable to say much, the desire to ride this man takes over I let my speed match my need for him. Each up and down motion pulls on my stitches, and it’s not a great feeling. I try not to think about it because the first hint of pain on my face Braxton will stop our lovemaking.
I must have let a slight moan of pain slip from my mouth because he stills his body as his eyes fly open. In that instant, his arms grab mine to stop my body from moving.
“Izzy are you in pain? God Dammit- please tell me you were not hurting yourself?”
“It’s okay. Don’t stop me, not today.” Grabbing with his hands, I close my eyes praying. “This is me showing you how much I love you.”
“Not if it is hurting you, we can wait to do this. I can make you cum without the pain.” He says and then smiles mischievously.
“Shut it. Lie back and let me fuck you senseless. If I’m in pain, it’s all on me.” I give him my most bitchy look of ‘do not mess with me.' Hopefully, it will work.
Pausing a moment he finally lets up on his hold.
“I only agree to this because I’m so damn close it won't take much. Don’t give me that shit eating grin either Sparkplug, I can still redden your ass for misbehaving.”
“You like me misbehaving, plus the idea of you slapping my ass, does do some naughty things to me.” I say in my sexiest voice.
“You going to talk to me or fuck me?”
“Seven ways to Sunday if I could, right now I settle for yes honey, I’m going to fuck you real good.” If I were one hundred percent healthy, I could get creative in how I take him, but for now I’ll settle for a scaled back version. A good old fashion screw you might say.
Taking his hands and intertwining them tightly I rise slowly, and then slide back down. Using his hands for support, our eyes never leave one another. My insides are starting to simmer over a smoldering fire. I grind myself all the way down, circling my hips causing enough friction to my clit to light the fuse to my impending release. The fluttering in my stomach gives way to the tingles blazing up my spine. Arching my back, I push forward aligning our bodies, making sure to hit that sweet spot. I ache to feel over and again.
Doing this a few more times, I scream out as an explosion detonates inside my body. I swear my fingers fused with his, my back arches forward so much I might have fallen over if it wasn’t for his hands keeping me planted upright. I don’t only scream out his name, I add in more explicit words of the naughty things he makes me feel. The splitting pain I feel is drowned out in my moment of pure bliss.
I didn’t even realize Braxton had cum at the same time until I feel his hot lava shooting inside. We are both out of breath, our hands still fused as one. I lay my head back, panting as he rocked my world. The clearing of a throat alerts me we’re not alone.
My eyes widen as I turn my head in the direction of my door having a hard time catching my breath. Even though, Braxton and I have been caught in the act, I’m not the least blushing with embarrassment. My man is blushing red with sweat pouring down his chest.
Surprised, I let out a laugh. “Are you blushing Braxton?”
With one eye lifted, Braxton lets out a chuckle. “Looks like we’ve got company Sparkplug.”
We both turn back to the wandering eyes of Liam and Kara. We never move or try to cover ourselves. I’m still on top of Braxton with him still inside of me. My back is to the door, so I’m not overly concerned as they can only see my backside.
“We heard shouting, not sure why we thought we needed to come in here, had to make sure. Excellent show, by the way, we got here just in time for the good part. Pretty hot you two,” Liam says laughing.
“Glad you enjoyed it so much, now if you excuse us.” I turn back to face Braxton and its then I feel a stabbing pain in my lower stomach.
“Oh shit.” I take my hand out of Braxton’s and grab my stomach.
We both look down to the pulled stitches and the slight tinge of blood at my incision.
“Fuck Izzy, I told you.” A look of regret washes over Braxton.
“I was too worked up to notice at the time,” I say taking a big breath, holding it to ride out the stabbing feeling. My mind keeps
saying it will pass no biggie.
Just then Max barges into the room and takes a double take at the scene he just walked in on.
Braxton grumbles at Max’s not so happy look. “As much as I love to have my girl ride my dick, she went and pulled her stitches out.”
“Fuck you two!” Max says fumingly.
“Yes, that is what happened.” I respond with a painful laugh.
Max comes over to look at my stomach.
“Can she at least get off my dick before you start to look? She needs to get some damn underwear on if you're going to be looking down their buddy.”
“Get over yourself, I have seen it all before.” Max makes the mistake of admitting this.
“What the hell?” Yeah, not a good thing to say to a very possessive Braxton.
“Long story, just get some clothes on I will be right back.”
Max and the rest leave the room so we can get off of each other and get some clothes on.
Braxton then clears his throat. “Izzy, not sure if I should be damn happy I just got laid or pissed off you hurt yourself over it.” He is frustrated while getting his jeans back on.
“Be happy, you gave me one hell of a ride,” I say as I put on my panties. To be honest, it hurts like hell right now. Shit, maybe not one of my best decisions, but it was such an enjoyable ride.
Max returns and inspects me with gauze and a pair of tweezers.
“Looks like a few stitches popped out. I’ll just butterfly them so you won’t pop these as well.” He looks at me with a mildly pissed expression.
“Can you blame me Max, honestly? I never thought I’d see him again, let alone ravage his body.” Raising my shoulders. “I love him Max.”
Max sighs closing his eyes. “Yeah, we all know. Listen, I’m having some issues trying to find Willow. I had a hold on where she was until they upped and left. I’m not sure if Dominic had a hand in it or not.”
SITTING AT MY DINING room table are Liam, Kara, Brax, myself, Max, Travis, Dex and lastly Zeke - members of Liam’s club. Brax’s friends and co-workers Alex, Cage and Brody, left earlier. They are running the shop until Braxton decides he is going to go back to work. Honest to God, it was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.
While they chatted about work Kara, and I sat back just watching them all. Quite odd that I was seated in a room with a handful of these magnificent looking guys, I’m not talking good looking pretty boys either, I mean men who are built to look badass. Dressed in tight t-shirts, panty-melting jeans that showed off their assets Liam’s crew all wore their MC cuts over their shirts. My sweet Kara was in MC heaven, her mouth wide open as she stared at them from across the room. Priceless!
I admit I had a hard time deciding who was better looking than the other. Essentially my room was wall to wall muscles, tattoos, crew cuts, to my personal favorite as my hunk of a man wore his hair slightly longer on the back as it curled around his neck. Sweet Jesus, mouthwatering really. Brody and Cage shared their great news with Brax concerning the cars that Dominic brought in as a ruse. Dominic’s ruse with the cars was an ill attempt to obtain Braxton’s daily routines.
In the end Braxton got to keep those two very sporty cars to do with as he wished. Cage already got rid of them with the help of Liam, and got a pretty penny for them from what Brody was telling all of us. I wasn’t listening to all, I just kept smiling and acting like I was paying attention to what they had to say. Jesus, how the hell can a girl concentrate when all you see is, muscles and tattoos and the faces of men who, with one look alone, could melt your panties off. Who cared at the moment of what they were saying, it was all about the man-candy.
Tonight though, the conversation has shifted from work to finding out as much as we can as to where, Willow, my daughter could be. It’s as if she and the couple she was living with having upped and disappeared. I try not to get too emotionally attached as I have no idea if I will see her again. If I let myself believe I will, it could only shatter my heart once more. I’m too fragile as it is right now. I will never give up total hope though.
Small talk has commenced, and the subject we are all avoiding is sitting like an elephant in the room. I know no-one wants to talk about her in front of me, but seriously. Dancing around this one topic, they all look nervously around at each other before their eyes shift to me.
“Oh, come on people! Let’s just get it all out in the open.” Rolling my eyes, I sigh nervously. “What is happening with Tiffany?” I keep my stare between Liam and Braxton, but it’s the eye rolling and head shaking from Max and Zeke that catches my attention.
“I’m sick of avoiding this issue, so spill it.” I understand some of their apprehensions, at most. What I don’t understand is the underlying feeling some things are being kept from me. Braxton has been just a little too uncomfortable whenever we start to mention Tiffany.
“Bitch needs to go the fuck away for good!” Kara says it out like an afterthought, quietly, but we all look in her direction.
It’s Liam that clears his throat. “Well, my dad and I with our uncle had some serious talks with her. She knows she fucked up,” with a shrug of his shoulders, he adds, “she knows how much you mean to Brax. Well, how much you mean to all of us.” Liam says as he is talking directly to me.
“Thanks, Liam, but where is she?” I ask almost in a whispering plea.
“Not sure, bitch has gone into hiding. She is no longer allowed to see Eve, she knows it, and that is non-negotiable. After the shit… never mind.” He says rolling his eyes.
“What?” I’m surprised with the fact Eve is now off limits, but it’s the last part of his sentence I am confused about.
It’s Braxton that looks a bit nervous, but he speaks up.
“Had a long talk with her when you were held by that dick, I knew she was behind it, and shit got real. Found out, she has no real intentions with our daughter. She wants me, and that’s all she really cares about. Made me sick, and I made my decision right then and there. She no longer gets to see her own daughter.”
The way his face wrinkles I can see the pain and anger in his expression. I can only see in my mind the image of a little girl crying over her missing mother.
My eyes connect with him, so I decide to ask, “Oh God, what about Eve?”
“Not going to lie, it was a conversation I would have rather not had. Eve gets it though, that's the sad part. She knows her mother, she picked up on it a long time ago. I think she’s a bit relieved no longer worrying if her momma is coming by or not at all.”
“It’s never easy to know your mother despises you or just doesn’t give a shit. I lived it, I know.” Boy did I ever, going from being loved to, not being loved at all. Disappointment at every turn in their eyes, it took its toll on me and my parents. Being told you're not good enough, or a total screw-up, is not only mean, it’s wrong to do to any child no matter their age. My voice trails off as it’s a reminder how I felt and still do till this day.
“That’s why you will be the best thing for Eve and me. She will have a mother figure in her life, you!”
My eyes shoot to his, as shivers line my spine and goose bumps spread across my arms. I’m shocked to realize his words, I cover my mouth as tears now fill my eyes. Me, how could he think I would be a good mother figure for Eve? I love her, but I’m also all sorts of screwed up. Playing mommy was taken away from me years ago.
My fear spurs Braxton into action walking over to me he sits and adjusts me so I’m sitting in his lap on the couch. His arms wrap around me holding me tight.
“Braxton, I’m not so sure,” I whisper in his ear.
“I am.” He says as he kisses the top of my head.
Later that day we all were down at Braxton’s house, and I admit I was nervous to see Eve. To be honest, I had no idea if she would want me around. Not sure how she felt about the new situation with her so called mother. Seeing her the moment our eyes met, I got my answer.
“Izzy!” She hollers as she comes running to me and h
ugs my waist. I hardly get a chance to walk in the door.
“Hey, beautiful girl,” I say to her as I bend slightly to hold her against me not bothering my healing incision.
Her cries spill upon my shirt, and I hang on tighter. I know how she is feeling, not having your mother care for you is the hardest thing to accept. I knew if I ever were a mother for more than a few months, I would never treat my child with anything more than love.
She sat with me on the couch all evening. Her grandmother Emma, Braxton’s mom, was a constant in their lives. She was helping with Eve, and she was an incredible woman. She made me feel comfortable right away. I guess Braxton has telling her all about me. Emma Ryles was a tall woman, with curves. She is just stunning, her lovely black hair cascades around her shoulders. Her eyes matching the ones I have grown to love myself. Braxton has his mother’s eyes, and they sparkle just like his. She looked a lot like him, made me wonder what he inherited from his father. Braxton doesn’t talk much about him. I know he wasn’t around a lot, but not sure what that all meant.
“Oh honey, you look too skinny. Brax needs to feed you better.” Emma says as she is examining my body, head to toe.
Braxton comes up behind me and wraps his arms around my body. I rest back against him swaying back and forth. As he nuzzles my neck, I lean my head on the side to give him room to nuzzle. Being openly passionate with each other, well, it's awesome.
“Love having you here with me,” Braxton whispers in my ear. “Oh Izzy, just wait till I get you in my bed for a change. My bed will never seem so inviting as it will be with you all sprawled out on it.” Grabbing my hips, he pushes his now erect shaft against my backside.
“Hmm, the way you feel against me, its home Sparkplug.” He says with his lips pressed to my neck.
The feel of him is one thing, but add in the sexy words he says to me, I’m over the moon excited.
“I like the sound of that, not going to lie,” I whisper, closing my eyes letting my body melt into his. He’s right, this feels like home.
Emma announces that dinner is ready. She has this unbelievable spread on the table. Cold cut subs, chips, potato salad, vegetables, and dip. The sight of the incredible looking food has my stomach grumbling. I admit I am feeling pretty well, my bandages are off and healing nicely. Slowly I’m feeling more like myself, and even better Max informed me that my infection had cleared up so he took off earlier today. He was going to try and find some more information about where Willow is and would stay in touch. It seems his friendship with Liam has stuck, and Max might decide to join up with his MC. I have to admit, stranger things have happened.
