Braxton: Rebel Guardians MC

by Liberty Parker

  “No, don’t cover yourself,” I tell her. “This...all of this is mine and I want to see you.”

  “Braxton, really? I... I mean, look at me! I’ve got stretch marks, a pooch, and my breasts are starting to sag!”

  As my eyes trace down her body, I follow with my hands and lips, stopping at each of the areas she has mentioned. Cupping both breasts, I start nuzzling and licking them while my fingers lightly graze over the nipples until they are taut and begging to be sucked. “These right here? They’ve nourished a child, Cara, and they are perfect,” I whisper before taking a nipple into my mouth. After laving one with my tongue and lips, I switch sides while continuing to manipulate the other with my hand.

  Stroking the ‘stretch marks’ that are little more than silvery lines where she once carried Luca and will, someday, carry our children, I lean down and trace each one with my tongue. “And these right here? Are beautiful to me because they show where your delectable body stretched to carry him.” She’s now writhing a little on the bed and I smile. “They’re nothing but roadmaps that show how strong you are for bringing life into this world.”

  With my face buried in her lower abdomen where, God willing, she’ll nurture our future children, I murmur as I lightly nip the skin, “What you see as imperfections is what I see as a place of wonder and joy. I look forward to seeing this stretch when you carry our future sons or daughters.”

  I can tell she’s now out of her negative headspace so I let my fingers and hands do the walking as I spread her thighs, settling my shoulders in between. As I inhale her scent, I hear her whisper, “Braxton,” as she slightly twists her hips, begging silently for my mouth to bring her pleasure.

  “Beautiful, my gorgeous minx, absolutely breathtaking,” I utter before my tongue stretches out and I taste her for the first time. Her taste is addicting, I want to stay here, where I am now, and enjoy the flavors bursting on my tongue.

  “Braxton! No...no, we...I mean, you can’t do that,” she exclaims as she tries-and fails-to close her thighs.

  Lifting my head, I look at her and say, “Why?”

  “Because I... that...no one has ever done that to me!”

  What kind of fucking douchebag was her dickhead husband? Realizing that we need to have a conversation before I get where I want to be, I sit back and pull her toward me. Without another word, I scoop her up and sit in the recliner she has in the corner. Once I have her situated on my lap, I turn her head so we are looking at one another.

  “What are you doing?” she asks.

  “We need to have a conversation and I’ll be damned if his ghost will be between us in our bed,” I growl out. “Caraleigh, based on all your reactions, I gotta ask, when was the last time you were intimate with him?”

  I can feel her shudder before she sighs. “Really? We’re talking about this? Now?”

  “Yup. So start talking. I want it all, baby, and then? We’re making new memories. Ones that will last for all eternity. What did you mean no one has ever gone down on you?”

  I watch the blush creep up her face as she closes her eyes and gets her thoughts together. When she starts talking, my mind goes white-hot with rage and I have to work to keep from stiffening up. This beautiful woman will never feel like she can’t talk to me. About anything.

  “Graham was my first and only lover. I know I’ve told you things weren’t good for a long time before he passed, and I’m the reason.”

  How in the ever-loving-fuck is that possible? “What do you mean, you were the reason?”

  “I... I’m frigid,” she whispers.

  I can’t help it, I start laughing. “Baby, you’re so far from frigid it’s not funny, but that still doesn’t explain what you’re trying to tell me.” I know she isn’t frigid, I know this because of the way her body reacts to me when I touch her. Her body lights up, and I can feel the fire that’s inside of her.

  She huffs out a breath in frustration, which has me smiling because I know her sass is in there somewhere, before she continues. “I tried to like it but he never took any time with me and I was so inexperienced, I didn’t know how to make things better. I mean, I read a lot and all the books I read, the women love it, but me? It wasn’t much to write home about, y’know? But to answer your question, I... I haven’t had sex since Luca was born.”

  “How in the hell is that possible?” What man could have this woman as his own and go years without touching her? There is no way I could go hours—days, let alone years, without feeling her writhe under my fingers and my body. Hell, I’m already bemoaning the times when she’s got her period for fuck’s sake!

  “The day I went into labor, he had been out with some work buddies celebrating something or other. I didn’t go because it was too far away and I wasn’t feeling well. I fell asleep waiting for him to get home and when he finally stumbled in, he was three sheets to the wind. He decided he wanted to ‘exercise his husbandly rights’ and after it was all over, he passed out. I got up to clean myself up and saw I was bleeding. When I couldn’t wake him up, I called my brother who took me to the hospital—where I had Luca eight hours later.”

  My mind is blank. It sounds like she is saying that he pretty much forced himself on her. “He raped you?” I’m horrified and want to dig his cold body from the ground and beat the living shit out of him!

  “It wasn’t rape, we were married,” she tells me.

  “Honey, were you interested? Did you say no?”

  “No, I didn’t want to have sex,” she whispers, her voice so low I barely understand her. “It had been a hard pregnancy and I had been sick that day, so the last thing I wanted was that.”

  “Then it was rape. Did what he do cause you to go into labor?” I ask. Dammit, the bastard’s dead already but my brain is in a consistent loop of ‘he must die’...what has this woman done to me? I’ve never needed to feel blood on my hands like I do at this moment.

  She nods. “Luca was two months early,” she finally whispers.

  Deep breaths. In and out. Again and again until I can feel myself calming. Cuddling her closer, I say, “Cara, I want to say this only once, okay? Your dead husband was a douchebag, plain and simple. If you were inexperienced, it was his job as your man to make sure you were comfortable with what was happening and if one position didn’t work, keep trying until you were satisfied. The fact that he did that to you without your consent, married or not, was rape plain and simple and I’m sorry you endured that but you will never ever have to worry about that with us. I adore you and this part of our lives will be the best that we can make it. Together. D’you get me, sweetheart?”

  She turns to look at me instead of over my shoulder and nods. “I... I really don’t know what to do, Braxton, and that makes me nervous. What if I’m not good at it? What if I don’t satisfy you? I can’t handle losing you from my life. Not now that I finally feel happy for the first time in a long time. You’ve come to mean more to me than my next intake of breath.”

  Alright, conversation’s over. I stand, lifting her in my arms and carry her back over to the bed, gently laying her down before I strip out of my own clothes. Climbing in next to her, I curl her so we are face-to-face and say, “As far as before me—us, that was then and this is now. I have absolutely no doubt that we will burn with each other’s touch, y’hear? And I’m quite confident that we’ll both be satisfied. Now, kiss me,” I demand, needing to feel her lips upon mine.

  She leans forward to kiss me and I can tell when she realizes that I’m hard because her face once again turns pink. Taking her hand, I move it to my dick and hear her little gasp of breath before she takes hold. Compared to mine, her hand looks so small, but the way she’s gripping me has me moaning as I deepen the kiss, threading my fingers through her hair to pull her closer.

  “Like your hand on me, my Cara,” I whisper. “Like it a helluva lot.”

  “You...you’re so big, Braxton, I don’t think it’s going to fit.”

  Genuine mirth at her statement has me l
aughing out loud. “Ah, my sweet innocent Cara, I’m going to fit. I have no doubt we were made for each other.”

  “I’m not innocent, Braxton, I’ve had a child!”

  Running my nose alongside hers, I say, “When it comes to this, you are, sweetheart.” And I can’t wait to show her—to teach her all the ways we will work, and fit together.

  “Oh.”

  “Yeah, ‘oh’.” Deciding that I’m tired of talking when we should be doing other things, I begin kissing her neck while my hand roams down to her breast where I squeeze and manipulate it before lowering my head and taking the nipple into my mouth. As I continue my assault, she starts moving restlessly. You ain’t seen nothing yet, babe. I had a small taste of her and plan to go back.

  Moving down the bed, I spread her legs and look, seeing the evidence of her desire glistening between the folds of the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen. Leaning closer, I take her clit into my mouth and use my lips and tongue to increase her passion. The second taste was as good as the first and I give in to it, settling my shoulders so that her legs now rest down my back. Glancing up, I see her head thrown back and her hands clutching at the sheets as she moves restlessly.

  “Oh my God, Braxton, it feels so...oh shit—so good,” she whimpers. It isn’t often that I’ve heard a curse word leave her luscious mouth, knowing that I have this affect on her drives me to hear more.

  “Gonna make you come so hard for me, beautiful, want you coming on my tongue and fingers,” I say before diving back in as if I’m the fat kid at the buffet. Easing a single finger inside, I can feel how hot and tight she is, and I want to groan out loud at how it’s going to feel once I have my dick sheathed in the warmth and tight—ness of her pussy. Lightly stroking her clit with my thumb, I ease a second finger inside, all while continuing my ministrations with my lips and tongue. Her taste is fucking addictive and I vow that I will never—ever give this up.

  I feel her body tensing and I can sense how close she is. “Give it to me, Cara, I want it. No keeping it buried inside, sweetheart, don’t ever hold yourself back from me. I need to feel youhear you. Scream out your release, call out my name when you come.”

  With a muffled groan, her orgasm rolls through her and I continue lapping at her until her shudders slow. She screams out my name as I requested and I feel like I’ve defeated the reigning heavyweight champion. And all his cohorts. Knowing she’s overly sensitized, I give her clit one last lick before I move over her body, dropping small sensual kisses along the way as I go. When I’m fully laying over the top of her with my dick nestled between her legs, I cup her face and say, “Gonna make you mine now, beautiful.”

  “Mmmm,” she moans. “That was phenomenal.” As I slowly enter her, I see her eyes widen before she sighs a little and spreads her legs further. Holy fucking hell—she’s as tight as a vise and if I’m not careful, I’ll end up being a two-pump chump.

  “So tight, so wet, so hot...so mine,” I whisper in her ear. Once I’m fully seated inside, I lean my forehead against hers and ask, “You good, Cara?”

  “Braxton,” she breathes out, “I feel so...so full.”

  Chuckling lightly, I begin moving—slowly. I’m willing to bet that my woman has never come before with anyone, other than herself—and now? Now I want her coming on my dick. “Caraleigh, want you to come on my dick,” I tell her, my hips picking up speed. I go from slow and sensual to a mad man needing to feel her squeeze me with her tightness.

  “I... I don’t know if I can,” she whimpers. Based on how she just came on my tongue and fingers and the fact that I can feel her pussy beginning to tighten on my dick, I’m convinced my earlier assessment is correct—she never got off before. Well, that will never again be an issue for her.

  As my pace increases, I reach down and lightly tap her leg, saying, “Wrap these long, luscious legs around me, Cara,” then nearly groan out loud when she does and I sink deeper inside of her delicious body. I know I’m not going to last much longer so I reach between us and pinch her clit then I start to lightly stroke her, hoping to help her reach her pleasure quicker.

  “Braxton!” she screams as she comes undone in my arms, her pussy milking my dick so hard that it forces my orgasm out of me as well. Hearing her scream my name again pushes me to go deeper and quicken my pace even more.

  Leaning in, I capture her lips in mine as I begin to slow my thrusts while she rides her orgasm out. Finally reaching nirvana myself, I am breathless, so I lean over and rest my forehead on hers. “You okay, sweetheart?”

  Shining eyes look at me and she says, “I never knew it could be like this. Hell yes, I’m good. I’m fantastic even. When can we do that again?”

  Laughter bursts forth and I look at her before nipping her earlobe. “Give me a few and we’ll be good to go, yeah?” I think I might have created a nympho and I couldn't be any prouder or happier. I can tell she’s going to keep me on my toes...and I can’t wait.

  Chapter Nine

  Braxton

  Monday comes too quickly, and the next thing I know, I’m sitting in chapel with my brothers and church is taking place. There are ten of us patched members so far, but we have four prospects who are working their asses off to become brothers. I know our club is smaller than most which is why we’ve hired outside the MC for the trucking company. I shake my head thinking of the current receptionist. Starla has made no bones about the fact that she likes Hatchet, but she’s been flirting unmercifully with me in an effort to make him jealous. Don’t think my woman is going to go for that at all. We’re doing the boring part at the moment, going over the financials, and setting up the trucking company runs for the next week. I’m finding myself lost in thoughts of Caraleigh and the way she felt in my arms as we laid in bed after a night filled with making love.

  “Earth to Axe,” Twisted calls out. I didn’t even realize anyone had been speaking to me.

  “Sorry guys, lost in my head there. What did I miss?”

  “Depends, how long were you in la-la land?” Hatchet asks with a smirk on his face, one I’d love nothing more than to wipe away. With my fist to his face, though DJ may not forgive me if I rearrange his appearance any.

  “Keep it up, Hatch, and you and I will have a personal meeting in the parking lot,” I growl out in frustration.

  “Just because you’re sexually frustrated doesn’t mean you gotta take it out on the rest of us,” he says. If only he knew. Guessing my girl hasn’t shared with hers just yet and that makes me smile, knowing that is ours and ours alone—for the time being anyways. If anything, I’m waiting for DJ and Paisley to pull it out of her, they’re some nosey ass bitches.

  “So, to recap for you since you weren’t listening, you’ve got the run to Cali this week with those parts, Hatch is taking the one to the East Coast, and I’ll keep shit running here,” Twisted says, breaking into my thoughts. “We’re all good with you making Cara your old lady, thinking she’ll be a good fit, brother. And she’s starting tomorrow at the trucking company. You’ll leave once you get her squared away, okay?”

  I nod my head. Hate that I’ll be gone after the night—and morning—that we shared, but she knows we’re trying to get more drivers and until then, I’m on the runs. She did mention that she was going to contact the local technical college that had a CDL program to see if they had any recent graduates they could recommend. I like that idea and decide I need to mention it while we’re all here in the same place. “Cara is going to call the tech college, y’all, and see if they have any recent graduates that are looking for a job.”

  “Think that’s a good idea,” Chief says. “You need to be here more so you can be with your daughter. I understand why you’ve been taking the runs, but she needs you too.” I happen to agree with his assessment, only it’s not only Lily that I need to be home for anymore. Needing to change the subject and get it off me I ask if there’s any other business that needs to be brought up at today’s meeting.

  “What about your mom and her shenanigans
here at the clubhouse?” Hatchet asks me. I’m glad he brought it up, I was so focused on getting the attention off of myself that I completely forgot that she’s taken over here.

  “I’m seriously debating taking her credit cards and keys away from her,” I say with all seriousness.

  “Sure, then we all get to hand over cash when she needs it and we start a driving service. We’ll be driving miss daisy!”

  “The fact that you even know about that movie, Hatchet, is a bit disturbing,” I say to him.

  “What? I like Morgan Freeman,” he says, which has the rest of us laughing.

  “Alright, we know what we want done around here, maybe we let her know that before she embarks on her next trip to Ikea, she has to tell us so we’re prepared,” I state. “That way, if we’re not ready for something, we can hold her off.”

  “Yeah, like a stampede of wildebeasts,” Hatch states, causing more laughter around the room.

  “It’s a better solution than each one of us being her keeper,” I say with my eyebrows raised at my brothers.

  “She’s very persistent,” Chief mutters. “I was concerned the day she tried to get in here, considering this is our sanctuary away from the women...period.”

  “I agree, this room is sacred to the brothers, everything done and said in here is confidential and patched club members are the only ones allowed to enter those doors. It’s in our bylaws,” Twisted says with a voice of finality. They’re right, this room is off-limits to anyone not wearing a bottom rocker on their cut.

  “Alright, guys, I’ll deal with Mom later and make the stipulations known to her of what she is and isn’t allowed to do without our approval first. Any other business?” No one says anything and I see a lot of head shakes. “This meeting is adjourned,” I slam down my gavel indicating that everyone can leave. As the brothers get up and leave the room, I stay in my chair and am thinking of how disappointed I am in the fact that I’ll be leaving so soon.