Payce's Passions

by Piper Kay

  Payce’s cologne still lingers on the comforter. I love the way he smells, so manly and sexy. It’s a hit of musk, vanilla with leather mix…pure masculinity. I yank it in close to me, curling it around my body, it’s almost like he’s here. I start drifting off.

  It sounds like someone just pounded on the wall. Ah…what is that sound? It pounds over and over, louder and louder. For Christ’s sake. I sit straight up, shit it’s two o’clock in the morning. I crawl out of the bed, pissed off at whoever is beating my door down. I don’t even care that I’m only in my boxers. I walk toward the front door to see who’s trying to knock it off the damn hinges and jerk it open. It’s Payce.

  I lean against the metal door jamb looking at him. Tight leathers are glued to his legs with a black jacket to match. He pulls his helmet up over his head and tucks it under one arm, his gloved hand holding it steady. His hair is a mess and his eyes are bloodshot, he’s biting into his top lip. What the hell is wrong with him? He stares at me, lips quivering.

  “I can’t do this with you again. I’m tired, Braxton. I’m just so fucking tired. Always running away from you, and hiding from myself.” A tear leaks down his cheek. “Tell me how to fix this.”

  Every ounce of doubt I have vanishes on the spot and I reach out to him. He looks shattered, it’s bad. Payce does the whole denial thing when it’s something that stirs up any kind of emotions. He plays the mental mind fuck game with himself, the hide and seek routine. If you don’t acknowledge it, then it doesn’t exist. Now he’s a wreck and I don’t know how to handle it.

  With my thumb, I stroke his tear away. He continues staring at me, looking lost, but not saying anything else. I take his helmet out of his hand and put it on the table.

  “Payce, what the hell is going on?”

  He brushes me off, shaking his head. “Nothing. I shouldn’t have come.”

  “Don’t you dare shut me out, not this time, Payce.” I grab his arm and pull him inside. “Talk to me.”

  He steps inside and we walk into the kitchen, I fill a glass with water for him. He puts his palms down on the counter to balance, and his head drops down. “I don’t know how to do this, Brax.”

  I step up behind him, nudging my hand along his back. “Do what?”

  Payce turns to face me. He looks down at me and our eyes meet. “This…us.” He points from his chest to mine, then back again. “I don’t want to lose you, but I don’t want to hurt you again. How do I stop it?”

  “Let me be a part of ‘us’ this time.”

  He bites into his lip, looking in my eyes, then to my mouth and back up again. “Brax, are you even willing to try this again?”

  I reach out sliding my arms around him. His body stays rigid to my touch, then his eyes close.

  I take his hand and pull him behind me, into the bedroom. “Take your jacket off, then I need to ask you something.”

  “Anything.” He pulls his jacket off, draping it over the chair in the corner. I sit on the bed and he sits down next to me.

  “Why didn’t you ever come back to me? You knew where I was the whole time. I even went to the warehouse every day for a week straight when you were released, hoping you’d show up. I need to know before I can decide anything.” I have to know why.

  Payce turns sideways to face me. “I didn’t want to hurt you again like I already had, and I was scared to face you again. I didn’t know how to do it without fucking us both up, Brax.”

  Damn, that was about as honest as you can get. I nod to him and smile. I like that answer, it’s simple, it’s sincere, and not full of control. In fact it shows he was scared then too.

  “Is there anything else that I don’t know about, that I should? If we decide to give this a go, there can’t be anything, Payce. You told me to show you, and I’m trying, so if there’s anything now’s the time to come out with it.”

  His head droops like I just busted him with his hand in the cookie jar. After a few seconds, he sits up straight again and takes a deep breath. “I knew that your manager Ash was the one living with Aaron, and I didn’t tell you. I wasn’t going to mess with him, I just need to get my hands on Aaron. I didn’t want you think I was going stalker on him, so I stretched it a little.”

  “What were you going to do to Ash?” I lean back with my hands on the bed behind me.

  “Follow him or ask him flat out, but I already settled that the other day.”

  “What are you talking about, Payce?” This worries me.

  “I went to the tavern a couple days ago, I knew you weren’t there. Sparky and I were talking and someone showed up for Ash. After a while, I went looking and found them in the back office. Ash had a bloody nose and swollen face. Aaron apparently showed up, they got into it out back for whatever reason, and he left.”

  “What? Aaron showed up at my place? Are you kidding me?” I’m trying to stay calm.

  “No, wish I was kidding, but he left. Ash was going to stay with Sparky for a while, but he gave me his address. I watched the place for two days, but no sign of him.”

  “Payce, I don’t want you going after Aaron. Can’t you find someone else to do it?” I ask, hoping like hell he can.

  “No, and I won’t, Brax. This is for a friend of mine, a friend he’s hurt in more than one way. I won’t do anything stupid though, I’m only escorting him to the nearest police station.”

  “I understand, what about work?” I ask.

  “What about it? I have employees and don’t need to stay on the site all day.” He plays with his goatee.

  “I could go by there too, Payce, or when you’re stuck on the job site. I can have someone cover me for a while,” I offer to help. Aaron has done enough damage to everyone. Me and Payce, especially Payce, then his friend and now my manager.

  Payce stands up and moves closer to me, towering over me. “No, if Aaron comes anywhere near you, I swear…”

  I could get all stupid right now behind that comment, but that’s Payce. He jumps in always trying to protect someone. I don’t mind this part of him though, it’s when he makes decisions that directly involve my livelihood he’s got to learn.

  “Sit down, bulldog, I understand.” God damn he’s a scary looking fucker when he’s being protective. It’s freaking sexy as hell. “Is there anything else or is everything out in the open now?”

  He sits back down and his eyes roll up and too the right side. His mind is racing trying to make sure he’s covered everything. “Oh, I don’t bottom.”

  I burst out laughing, that’s not the kind of thing I was talking about, but I’ll give him a big fat “A” for trying. “Hmm…not yet.” I raise an eyebrow.

  He shakes his head side to side and grins. “Not yet? Um…what does that mean exactly?”

  “That maybe one day you’ll feel comfortable enough to trust someone to go there.” I lick over my top lip.

  “Someone, as in?” Payce scrunches up the side of his face.

  I need to let him off the hook already, I’m just being mean now. “As in…me!” I give him a wink.

  “Oh thank fuck.” He rumbles and falls back on the bed.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Payce

  Brax leans back on the bed next to me, fuck it feels good to finally relax around him. I have nothing on my plate now that he doesn’t know about. Not even ex’s to explain about either, since this is technically my first whatever you call it, so to speak. What do you call this? It’s not a hook up and it’s something I want to be involved in.

  Brax reaches over, putting his hand on my thigh and I moan. The feel of him touching me again brings me back to when I was nineteen years old, and I’m fucking nervous. I never have performance anxiety, so it better not even creep into this, at all. Shit, I just need to breathe and calm down.

  I put my hand on top of his, sliding back and forth between his fingers. His touch gets to me already. It’s a wonder I don’t stay in permanent boner mode when he’s around. Damn, I fucking missed him, everything about him. I just ne
ed to figure out if that is something I’m supposed to say to him. I’m used to jumping in and controlling the situation, words never matter much, but with Brax I don’t want that…yet. This is creeping me out having all this emotional shit come into play.

  “Come here, Brax.” I stretch out my arm and he moves close, laying his head on my chest. I rest my hand on his shoulder.

  “What?” He grins.

  “I want you close to me, that’s all.” I tighten my arm around him and he rolls toward me.

  The feel of his warm breath against my face is fucking sensual, it feels good. I press my lips to his and pepper kisses across his mouth. I tease my tongue along his pouty bottom lip, tickling him. He opens his mouth a little wider and I pucker against him, delving my tongue into his mouth, then pull out to trace all the way around his lips again.

  “Mmmm…” Brax whispers.

  Our lips brush side to side barely touching, and I squeeze his shoulder pulling him in even tighter by wrapping my other arm around him. I suck his tongue into my mouth, in and out a couple times. His arm crosses over my chest and he grabs onto my side, gliding his hand up and down. Something about our noisy, slurping kisses gets us both excited.

  My eyes close and I push my tongue between his lips and our tongues swirl around each other, exploring. He’s so soft and warm. His tongue laps against my lips, then he draws me into his mouth. Our tongues get faster, darting into each other, licking circles around one another. God he’s giving me a hard on.

  I pull back, lapping my tongue against the corner of his lips, then glide my cheek against his. Fuck he feels good, but it’s so different. Braxton’s not someone I want to just bend over and do like a cheap hook-up, I want to enjoy every touch and caress with him. I want to make him feel incredible, because in my eyes he’s the only one for me, always has been. I just don’t want to fuck it all up mainly.

  I turn on my left side a little and wrap my right arm around him again and pull him into a tight hug. I kiss his head then rest mine on his shoulder, breathing into his neck. Brax breaks out in goose bumps all over.

  “You okay?” I ask him, not moving a muscle.

  “You have no idea, Payce. I missed you, so fucking bad it hurt.”

  I pull back, leaving my arms around him and look him straight in the eye. “I never stopped missing you. I’m missing you right now for all the times I missed being with you. We have so much time to catch up on, Brax.”

  He quickly leans in, kissing me again, moaning inside my mouth. I swallow his grumble, then lunge my tongue into his mouth. I pull back out and bring my hand to his face, caressing him as we smile.

  “I’ve thought about this moment so many times, but I never pictured it like this.” He grins.

  My thumb runs over his cheekbone. “Am I doing something wrong?”

  Brax eyes slowly close and he presses into my mouth again. “It’s perfect, better than I ever imagined.”

  God, him talking into my mouth is so damn sexy.

  I sit up a little and lay him back on the bed. My fingers trace over his stomach, up and down the trail of hair that disappears into his boxers. I tease over the hoops in his nipples, then lower to lick them. I wind my tongue around them making sure to flick against the tip, then suck them into my mouth.

  He moans. “You’re driving me insane right now, Payce.”

  “Good,” I purr and switch sides. Sliding my leg over his, I can feel him hard under me. I glide my leg up and down his, making sure to graze across his cock with my knee.

  I scoot down him little by little, toward his crotch, trickling my fingers along his waistband, then start to lower them. I pull away a bit so I can see him. As soon as the boxers glide over his hips, I can’t help myself. I have to taste him. My mouth practically attacks him, tongue gliding over his hip bones. He leans up to watch me.

  I gloss my tongue from one side, half way across his stomach, under his naval. I love the way his hair tickles against my mouth and I brush my lips across him a couple of times giving him kisses, before licking my way to the other side. I suck his skin into my mouth and he raises his ass up a little. He’s ready for me to take his dick in my mouth, almost.

  I raise up off of him, his eyes are glazed. “God you’re so sexy.” I squirm up toward him, pulling his lip into my mouth again. After kissing him a few seconds, I turn to the side as he breathes into my ear. “Oh fuck, Brax.” His warm breath in my ear gives me the chills.

  I crawl back down him, peeling his boxers down to his knees, then take his cock in my hand, stroking up and down his shaft. Lowering even further, I let the tip of his dick slightly touch my tongue, and give him a light lick across the slit, sucking the moisture off of him.

  “Shit, don’t stop, Payce,” he moans.

  Oh fuck is right…the way he moans my name is the hottest thing I’ve ever heard. “Doing what I should have been doing for you all along.” I lower my mouth over him, taking him deep inside.

  His hand reaches for my hair, grabbing the top and holding me, as my head goes up and down on him, my hand twisting his shaft slightly.

  “God, Payce, you’ve got to stop or I’m going to come right now.” He’s gasping in short breaths.

  Shit, he’s doing it again. I suck tighter, puckering my lips over the head of his cock and go down on him again, sucking him in as far as I can. The feel of his rod, of his piercing, against my tongue is incredible.

  “Payce, fuck. I’m not kidding.” He’s panting quickly, I grin and slip off of his dick. “Come here now.”

  I’m still grinning ear to ear, as I kiss him. “You’re so fucking delicious.”

  “Stop it, Payce.” He takes a deep breath.

  “What? You are.” I smile and give him a quick peck.

  “How many blow jobs have you given in your life? Shit.” He grins too. “I’m serious, that was just...mmm.”

  “Not many, never was big into the giving part of it.” I shrug my shoulders.

  “Bullshit, Payce.”

  “No, not bullshit. Brax, you just changed my mind though, right now. I can’t get enough of you.” I close my eyes and lick my lips. I don’t care if he believes me or not, it’s the truth. I’ve never wanted someone the way I want him.

  “You’re serious.”

  I shake my head yes and open my eyes. They’re so droopy I can hardly hold them open, his are the same. “I’m going to taste, touch, and lick every inch of your fucking body, Brax.”

  “Mmmm…lay back, Payce.” He pushes on my chest, and I let him. “It’s my turn to taste you now.”

  I lock my hands behind my head doing what he asks, it’s a first for me. He reaches in the drawer and gets the lube and condom, tossing them on the bed for quick access.

  Brax glides my shirt up over my head and moves it out of the way. He licks at my neck, kisses me, and then lowers to my leather pants. He unbuttons me and pulls them apart, pressing his hand up against my hard cock rubbing back and forth. I raise my hips and he pushes them down until my pants are around my thighs.

  He trickles his tongue around the waistband of my boxer briefs then pulls them away from my skin. His hand slides inside, gently folding his fingers around me and he tugs me up toward him until only the head of my dick is sticking out.

  “Mmmm…damn that’s sexy.” He lowers and sucks me into his mouth.

  His tongue swirls around the tip and I want to shove myself into him. I gasp, and feel his smile on my cock. He pulls me all the way out and lowers his head, taking me down to his throat.

  “Fuck me, Brax, damn you feel good.” I wind my hand through his hair and guide him up and down. It’s something about the control freak in me I guess.

  If this was anyone else sucking me off like this, I’d have pushed into them, until I got off. Not with him, I can’t go there with him yet. It’s too soon.

  “Brax, I’ve never wanted to be inside of someone so bad in my life. I’ve always felt that way, you just have no idea. Come here.” I have to get the man off my dick
before I lose it with him.

  He pulls back and I pull him to me, he lays sideways with his chest across mine. I look down into his face, the way he traces that tongue over his lips and watching his eyelids flutter, almost to a close. I stroke my finger across his forehead, moving the piece that falls down, and caress across his entire face.

  “So gorgeous,” I tell him. “You have the most beautiful face I’ve ever seen in my life.” I take his chin in my fingertips pulling him to my mouth.

  My tongue rolls around his again, slow and easy. I can’t help myself, he kisses so fucking good. I could get off from this alone.

  He runs his fingers through the hair on my chin, so relaxing, so right. “Payce, I need to feel you inside me.”

  I stroke his face and smile. “Turn over, baby.” He turns face down on the bed, his ass there for me. I slide my hand across him and his body quivers. “So soft.” I slide to the other cheek. “So gorgeous. God, baby, you have the sexiest ass I’ve ever seen.”

  I roll over on to him and lean back on my knees. I take the rubber and glide it over the tip and down my rod. Watching his ass, perfect and willing, I lower my head, kissing him, and pull him apart. My tongue glides along his crease, and tickles him several times. He moans as I lap against him.

  He hands me the lube, he wants me inside him bad, and he’s not playing around anymore. I squirt the gel in my hand and cover myself in it, and rub it against him, easing a finger inside, slow, waiting for him to loosen before trying another one. In and out, he feels so good, and the muscles quit fighting enough for me to scissor him until he’s ready for all of me. I slide my fingers out and lean over him, crawling up his back like a panther, nudging my nose lightly against his skin, drawing in his scent. He smells so good.