Braxton

by Liberty Parker

  Lunch ends up being a lot of fun and I find myself laughing at the stories that Twisted and Braxton share about starting up the business. Soon, we’re back on the bikes heading back to the office and my stomach clenches at what is to come. Both Paisley and I took a few minutes at the restaurant and I freshened up a bit. I blush thinking of the knowing look on her face when she said, “So, looks like things are cooking with gas between you two.” All I could do was nod. I know you’re supposed to share these things with your girlfriends, but for now, I want to keep this to myself. I don’t want to share that part of him with them, or anyone yet.

  When we walk back into the building, the receptionist looks up and smiles flirtatiously at Braxton and I find myself gritting my teeth. “Hold my calls, Starla, I need to go over a few things with Cara before I take off.”

  “Anything for you, Braxton,” she says. I nearly freeze on the spot, for the first time in my life I want to lay claim to a man. I envision myself plucking her eyes from her sockets so she can’t look at my man like that ever again! And her sultry tongue, yeah—that has to go too. Braxton tugs on my arm causing my feet to move from their firmly planted spot.

  He leads me into his office and I catch Paisley’s grin as she goes into Twisted’s. Before the respective doors close, she winks. He walks over to his chair and says, “C’mere, sweetheart.”

  I am so out of my element here! Graham was strictly a missionary man, and from my experience the other night, not a very good one. I slowly walk over to his chair and he gently pulls me onto his lap. “Kiss me, Cara,” he commands. All thoughts of Starla disappear with his demand.

  Damn! His voice alone makes my engines rev, but couple it with the ride back and I’m about to combust. I lean down to kiss him and find his hands have moved to my hair, removing my braid. “Love your hair, sweetheart,” he murmurs against my lips. He deepens the kiss and I find myself lost, surrounded by him. I can feel my heart skip a beat in anticipation of what is yet to come.

  Before I know what has happened, I’m shirtless and he has unsnapped my bra. “Braxton! I... I didn’t think you were serious.” Deep down however, I knew he was, why am I in denial when it comes to this man and his wayward ways?

  “Sweetheart, I’m always gonna be serious when it comes to my dick in your pussy.” With no warning, he nuzzles my neck causing me to arch my head back. I had no damn idea that spot was an erogenous zone, but somehow, he knows. My bra is now somewhere on the floor, having joined my shirt and both of his hands are stroking my breasts, causing my nipples to pebble and harden beneath his touch. “Feels so good,” I moan.

  “Stand up, sweetheart,” he murmurs before taking one of my nipples in his mouth. Yeah right, stand up now? My legs are fucking shaky and I’m pretty sure that Niagara Falls has taken up roost between my legs.

  Shakily, I stand and watch as he quickly unsnaps and unzips my jeans before pulling them, along with my underwear, down my legs and off onto the floor. I’m now standing here naked in his office and he’s looking at me like he grabbed the brass ring. With no warning, he lifts me onto his desk, his shoulders between my legs to spread them apart. Seconds later, his tongue and lips are on me, moving from back to front as though he has all the time in the world. “Damn, sweetheart, you’re soaked. Thinking you like riding more than you let on.”

  He continues his ministrations and I find my hands moving to my breasts. They ache and I’m hoping I can soothe them somehow, even as I start writhing on his desk. I’ve never felt so out of control as I do right now. When first one finger and then a second enter me, I feel my back arching off the desk. “Fuck...Braxton...what are you doing to me?” I moan out. “I can feel myself clenching around your fingers, I need more, Braxton, I need you inside of me.”

  * * *

  Braxton

  * * *

  My sweet girl can talk dirty and I find myself harder than a steel pipe. I can feel her pussy fluttering so I increase my pace, curling my fingers until I find that spot I know will drive her up the wall. Thanking God and Twisted for the foresight to put in soundproofing, I concentrate on her clit, wanting one orgasm at least to ease my way into her. “Let go, sweetheart, I want to hear you.”

  Her moans become screams and I feel her pussy as it pulsates around my fingers. When she screams out my name all bets are off, “Good girl,” I whisper as I quickly unzip my jeans and pull out my rock hard dick. “Now, ride me, fuck yourself with my dick, Cara.”

  The look on her face is priceless and I can tell she has no clue what I mean. Good thing I signed up for a lifetime of showing her. I grab her hands in mine and pull her so she’s once again straddling my lap. Lifting her slightly, I place my dick at her entrance and surge upward while grabbing her hips and pulling her down at the same time. Once I’m fully seated inside, and silently counting back from a hundred to keep from losing it, I take her hands and put them on either side of me then put mine back on her waist and begin raising her up and down.

  “Oh, I like this,” she moans, a sparkle in her eyes. I lean back just a little to change the angle and her dick-perfect lips form an “O” before she moves her hands to my shoulders and starts moving, circling her hips every time she comes down.

  Seconds.

  Minutes.

  Hours.

  I don’t know, and don’t particularly care, as I watch this woman come into her own, riding my dick like she’s been doing it all her life. She’s taking charge and owning me as if I’m her bronco bull, and I’m silently begging for the clock to never run out. I can feel the flutters in her pussy so I lean down and take one of her nipples in my mouth and suck hard. “Braxton!” she yells out, her orgasm crashing over her. I manage to keep my man card—barely—by lasting three more thrusts before I’m calling out her name.

  Totally spent, she collapses on me and I pull her slight frame into my arms. Tilting her chin, I take her lips and kiss her, mimicking everything we just did while we both ride out the aftershocks of our respective orgasms. “That was...that was...hell, I don’t have the words,” she murmurs once we break apart.

  Scooping her up along with her clothes, I walk to the bathroom I have in my office and sit her on the counter. Our activities have left us both sweaty and sticky, so I grab a washcloth and get it wet before gently cleaning first her and then myself. “If we had time, we’d grab a quick shower,” I tell her as I help her stand so she can get dressed.

  “A... a shower?”

  “Yeah, sweetheart, a shower.” I grin, watching my woman’s face and upper chest go a pretty shade of pink. She has no idea the thoughts that have run through my mind where she’s concerned. As she dresses—I can’t help but think, as I watch her ass swaying in the air, that I’d like my brand to be right there—so I can admire it every time I take her from behind. Knowing I’m running out of time, I quickly dress but I mentally start designing her ink.

  Looking over at the clock as I pull my last boot on, I realize I’m going to have to head out and I sigh. “Hate to say this, Cara, but I’m going to have to head out.”

  She looks at me in the mirror where she’s trying to tame her curls back into a braid. “Leave it down.”

  “But everyone will know what we’ve been doing!” she exclaims.

  “Sweetheart, I don’t give a fuck what anyone thinks and neither should you. And if anyone says anything, you let Twisted know.” Patting her on the ass, I say, “C’mon, walk me out to the warehouse, I want to show you my home away from home for the next week.”

  I smile at the look on her face when she sees the cab. Twisted and I had made the decision to invest in our long-haul trucks and each one is customized to include a mini eating area that converts to a comfortable double bed, a small refrigerator and a working stove and sink. We even have a stand-up shower and commode. Yeah, it was a hefty investment, but both of us had the money and wanted our drivers to be comfortable. “Wow, it’s like a small hotel room on wheels!” she exclaims, looking around. I imagine us on the road, her cooking
while I’m driving, then later us wrapped in each other’s arms as we snuggle into the small bed. Shaking myself out of my thoughts, I turn and respond to her last statement.

  “It is, yes. This one is assigned solely to me, so I keep things in here all the time in case I’m called out to handle a run unexpectedly. Then I don’t have to pack and shit.”

  “How many like this do you have?”

  “Hatch has one and so does Chief, since they’re the other two who handle the long distance runs. Well, actually, Hatch mostly does our local runs, but we’ve picked up more than Chief and I can handle, so we have him back in rotation with us. Once we hire more drivers to take some of these runs, we’re going to see whether or not they want one for themselves and if they do, we’ll get them the deal we got. We will most likely cough up the money up front, but we’ll make up a contract to where they pay it out to us in installments. I think if someone has ownership, they’re more liable to take care of it.”

  “I agree, Braxton. So, am I allowed to kiss you bye?”

  “Wouldn’t let you walk back inside otherwise, sweetheart. Now, c’mere.”

  Long delicious minutes are spent as I try to convey everything I’m feeling in this kiss. I know it’s too soon for the usually forbidden “L” word, but the way I’m feeling? It won’t be long. “I’ll try and call when I’ve stopped for the night after I’ve talked to Mom and Lily.”

  “Okay.”

  “What time does Luca go to bed?”

  “I try to get him down around seven thirty or eight o’clock so he gets a good night’s sleep. Although, that wasn’t what happened last night, and we paid for it this morning. It was more around nineish when I finally got Luca down, and a little later than that for Ray.”

  “No wonder they were all cranky this morning!”

  “Yeah, it was definitely a morning to remember,” she says with a wry grin.

  Twisted, coming up alongside the cab, says, “You ready, man? Got the papers up on the dash and the customer’s expecting you in two days. Drive safe.”

  “Will do. Keep things running here, yeah?” I reply.

  “Always. Don’t worry about your girl here, either. Me and Paisley will make sure she knows the ropes.”

  I hop up into the cab and see she’s moved to stand next to Twisted. With a wave of my hand, I start it up and head out. For the first time since starting this company, I’m wishing I wasn’t one of our drivers.

  Ten

  Caraleigh

  Two weeks later

  Braxton’s one week trip has extended to two weeks, thanks to a screw-up on the customer’s end. Several parts they thought they had in stock had been sold and they had to wait for more to arrive. He’s been calling every night and we’ve spent hours getting to know one another better. But damn, I miss the man himself. Is it love? I have no clue even though DJ says yes. All I know is he’s the first thing I think of in the morning and the last thing I think about when I lay down to go to sleep.

  We’ve settled into a routine of sorts. DJ is feverishly working to finish her latest book so that she can go home, pack and be back before the edits come back. Nan takes the kids to school every day and picks them up and each night the six of us eat dinner together. The kids have fallen in love with her and I’m glad that they have that since my mom isn’t as close as I’d like. She kept Luca when I moved in but stayed at a hotel, and now? She’s on a cruise or something. Shaking my head to clear my thoughts, I recheck the figures for payroll and hit the button. I’m still a little shocked at what my salary is and tried to tell both Braxton and Twisted it was too much, but they both say it’s comparable to industry standards. Whatever that means.

  Once all the checks have printed, I take them into Twisted’s office so he can sign them. “Twisted? How does this work with Braxton being out of town? Don’t the checks need two signatures?”

  “Law’ll be here shortly to sign them, Cara. All of the officers in the MC are on the account as approved signature bearers, so we can handle anything. Speaking of, I need to get you on the list as well so you can handle the smaller shit. Those checks only need one signature once the invoice has been approved.”

  “Um, okay, that’s fine.”

  “Gotta get your bonding approval first, then we’ll get it taken care of, okay?”

  I nod because what else can I do? My employment paperwork was like navigating through a Masters thesis and I had to go and get fingerprinted and have a background check run so they could add me to the bond they hold.

  “We’ll get these signed and hand them out. Anything you can think of I need to know or pass along?”

  I had been thinking of a few things and ran them by Braxton who agreed, so I nod. “Yeah, I talked to Braxton and he liked the idea, so he said to tell you. What if we find a company that can produce t-shirts, polo-style shirts and even tank tops with the company logo? Maybe even jackets? Not calling it a company uniform by any means, but since we’ve got such a relaxed dress code, we could have them in a variety of colors.”

  “Would we buy the employees’ shirts or would they?”

  “Kind of both, actually. Each employee would get an initial ‘shopping allowance’ and then yearly, a stipend to either replace anything that has worn out or to purchase more. If they want other non-clothing items, they would cover that cost. Or, y’all could come up with some incentive programs and give them away. Or give them away to customers. I don’t know, just thought it would be something different.”

  “I like it. Go ahead and do your research, Cara, and get me the information. We’ll take it to church and vote on all of it and let you know what the final decision is, okay?”

  “Works for me. Paisley and I are heading out for lunch, would you like to go?”

  “Naw, Law and I have to take care of this and then we’ll grab something. You two go and have a good time. And Cara? You know you don’t have to watch the clock with us, right?”

  “I’m trying to set a good example, Twisted.”

  “It’s appreciated, but in many ways, we’re on biker time around here. Our customers know that and so do the employees. If you’ve got something to do, you do it, just make sure I know you’ll be in late. Or, if you’re done with everything, take off for the day.”

  “Got it. Thanks.” There is always loads of work to get done on my end, so I doubt I’ll ever be leaving early. Paperwork, phone calls, research, marketing, payroll, keeping up with the employees’ daily time cards...always something to do, and never enough working hours in the day.

  “No problem, Cara. We’re happy as hell you’re here. Making my life a helluva lot easier, that’s for sure.”

  I smile as I head out the door and back to my office to grab my purse. I’m pretty much done for the day—for once, so I lock up my office and stick my head back in to say, “If you’re serious about what you’ve just said, I’ll drop Paisley back when we’re done with lunch and take off for the weekend.”

  “What about your check? This is the live one before your direct deposit starts.”

  “You can give it to Hatch to bring over, he and DJ are going out tonight.”

  “That works. Have a great weekend Cara.”

  Lunch was a lot of fun. DJ was able to break away, citing the fact that she ‘had to eat’ and we’ve spent the past hour eating chips and salsa and laughing our asses off. One of the funniest things, though, is that apparently Twisted is a soccer coach for the eight and under youth. Both DJ and I decided that when sign-ups start, we’re going to get the kids involved. It’ll be good exercise for them and they’ll learn how to have good sportsmanlike conduct. Paisley has promised to let him know so he asks specifically for the kids. We keep this up and the Rebel Guardians will have their own team!

  Now, after a quick trip to the grocery store, I’m headed home. With DJ going out, and likely staying at the clubhouse tonight, and Nan heading out of town for a ‘girls weekend away’ which I feel she wholly deserves, I’ll be holding the fort down with all thre
e kids. I still don’t know when Braxton is due in. Could be late tonight, could be tomorrow. So, I needed provisions. Juice boxes and chips for the kids, ice cream and soda for me.

  Pulling into my parking space, I grab the bags and head inside. I see DJ in the kitchen trying to referee the three kids and say, “Hey, what’s going on in here?”

  She gives me a grateful look and replies, “They want to do some experiment that they did in school today, but don’t believe me when I tell them we don’t have all the stuff.”

  “Y’all go on now and either play out in the backyard or go watch a movie. Otherwise, you’ll all be in bed before DJ leaves.” Three sets of eyes look at me before they turn without a word and head into the backyard.

  “Thanks, girl. I gotta finish getting ready. Hatch’ll be here any time now.”

  “Y’all seem to be getting along pretty well,” I say to her.

  “We are, actually. He seems to like my sassy mouth,” she replies with a grin.

  “Mmhmm, and your rocking body too, I’m sure,” I reply, wiggling my eyebrows up and down.

  “Says the pot to the kettle. I know you haven’t shared and that’s okay because some things should stay between a couple, but damn, girl, I think you’re getting it good.”

  I know my blush is a dead giveaway as DJ breaks out into laughter. “Not going there with you.”

  Her tinkling laugh follows her as she heads back upstairs to get ready.

  Once I finally got the kids settled, I took a long hot bubble bath and am now sitting in my bed reading while a mindless show is playing on the television. Hearing my phone chime, I put my e-reader aside and grab it and see a text from Braxton.