Braxton

by Liberty Parker

  He supports me and my career, he hasn’t left my side for a long period of time since we made love the first time. He leaves, goes to work and comes back to Cara’s apartment to spend the night with us. He spends a lot of time with Ralynn and Luca and they love him dearly. I even caught him once playing babies and I swear if I’d had my phone on me it would be full of pictures from that day alone. I barely have enough time in the day to sit and play with her, but somehow he makes the time and he even calls her his little princess. When he calls her that, her little face lights up, I never knew she was missing male attention, she’s never asked about her father and I’ve never been forthcoming where he’s concerned.

  He wasn’t a good man towards the end of our relationship, and as soon as he found out I was pregnant with Ralynn he hit the road without a backwards glance. I haven’t heard from or seen him since that day, he never even called to find out if he has a son or daughter...the bastard. It’s blank on her birth certificate where it asks the name of the father. He didn’t deserve the right to be listed as far as I was concerned. I’m finding out, though, being around Hatch’s brothers, that they take family seriously. I mean, look at Braxton. Not only does he have Lily, but he’s gonna marry my bestie and she has a little boy and they’re pregnant! Plus, Twisted and Paisley have a little boy, Tig. Ray is finally getting more kids to play with, something that was hard when Cara moved away. Not that she got to see Luca that much, especially during the last six months of Graham’s life.

  Now there’s another douche nozzle! I hated what Cara had become being married to him. She’s always been somewhat sassy and feisty but Graham and his parents? They constantly put her down and made her feel like shit so she stopped offering her opinion and started apologizing for everything. Glad to see she’s back. Braxton’s been good for her.

  I like the old Cara with some added new spark. She’s finally laughing and smiling again and not hiding behind the shell she’d formed in order to deal with that family. I call them the family from hell...because that’s exactly what they are. I’ve always wondered if they have hidden horns underneath their hair. Lord only knows I’ve seen the evil that lurks inside of Mrs. Jenson a time or two. She never intimidated me though, I wasn’t married to her piece of shit son, so I was never as accommodating to their whims as Cara was. She tried a few times to put me down, that shit didn’t slide with me so I had to put her in her place. Needless to say, I was never again invited back to their house, no skin off my back, but I felt bad that Cara had to deal with them and all of their socialite friends without having her girl at her back. If I could’ve slayed those dragons for her I would’ve, but some type of divine intervention happened and now she shouldn’t have to deal with them since Graham is gone.

  Alas, they showed up at Luca’s hospital room, it’s a good thing that I wasn’t there because I would’ve grabbed the she-devil by the hair and dragged her from the room kicking and screaming all the way to the parking lot.There is no love lost between that family and me, I’ve never been a kiss-ass and I definitely will never start with those two.

  “Now where’d you go?” Hatch asks me breaking me out of my thoughts.

  “I’m thinking about those assholes showing up at Luca’s room in the hospital.”

  “Gorgeous, let’s concentrate on what we can do and not on something we can’t do anything about. I’ll make you a deal, let’s get this done...get home, get unloaded, get a good night's rest and then you can do your sleuth thing.”

  “My sleuth thing?”

  “Yes, I know you and I’m aware of the fact that you want to get home and investigate how those two found out Luca was in the hospital.”

  “You know me well, huh?”

  “I pay attention to anything that has to do with you baby, now let’s get that quickie in shall we?”

  “Did you even eat breakfast yet?”

  “Sure did, ate all of it like a big boy while you were lost in thought.”

  “Lead the way then, I know we have our mattress on the floor still in the bedroom.”

  “Mattress, who needs a mattress when there’s a perfectly good wall there,” he says pointing to the wall off the kitchen that is bare of boxes and pictures. “Or, the kitchen table, the floor...use your imagination woman. We are not the vanilla plain jane type of people DJ,” he says while scooping me up in his arms and laying a kiss on my lips.

  Well, I used to be a vanilla girl, but Hatch has brought a side of me out that even makes me blush! I grin at him as he deposits me on the kitchen table and then immediately slips my leggings and panties down my legs before tossing them aside. “Now? I get some dessert,” he says before he lowers his mouth to my aching core.

  “Um, dessert is generally eaten after a dinner meal,” I tell him, giggling.

  “I have a bit of a sweet tooth, darlin’, remember? And right now, I need your special sweetness.”

  “As long as you don’t stop what you’re doing right now, I’m not gonna complain,” I say, the last words coming out breathier than normal because he added two fingers to the mix. “Fuck, Hatch, I’m gonna come if you keep that up.”

  “That’s the plan, gorgeous. First my tongue and fingers, then my cock.”

  He’s not wasting time, likely so his dick can get in on the action but trust me, I am not complaining one bit. Without warning, my orgasm hits and I scream, my fingers searching for something to hang onto as I feel like I’m floating away. A slap to the outside of my thigh has me lifting my head. “Need you bent over the table, woman,” he says, already lowering his jeans down his magnificent ass and thighs.

  Seeing how hard he is, I quickly flip myself over and scoot down so my feet are touching the floor. I feel him gently spread my legs further and a quiver settles deep inside because I know how it’s going to feel when he moves in me - fucking heaven. “You ready, gorgeous?” he asks as he moves his cock through my folds.

  “Mmhmm,” I mumble out, still a bit out of it from the wicked orgasm I just had.

  With a powerful thrust, he’s buried balls deep in me and the stretch and burn is one that is pleasurable. I’ve never been one to worry about a man’s size, figuring that if they know how to use it, that’s all that matters, but Hatch? That man is blessed in the dick department! His grip on my hips tightens as he begins moving in and out of me and I feel myself trying to push back against him. The table might be the perfect height for him to fuck me, but it sucks for me because I have no real traction to move.

  “I got this gorgeous,” he says, “you just relax.”

  Relax? Is he out of his fucking mind? He’s got me close to orgasm number two for the morning for heaven’s sake! Shit, now he’s changed angles or something and is hitting…” Hatch!” I shriek as orgasm number two shatters me in two.

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  Hatch

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  Ah having this woman pretty much helpless as I thrust into her is such a fucking turn on I have been doing what I could to hold back. When I feel her pussy squeezing the life out of my dick, however, I can’t hold off any longer and with a shout, I call out her name as I empty myself into her wet, warm sheath. Fuck, she’s the best I’ve ever had. And her feisty, take no shit attitude? Hell, if I’m honest I got hard the first time I heard her giving our prospect shit the day she showed up at the barbeque.

  “C’mon gorgeous, let’s get you cleaned up before the guys get here.”

  “M’kay.”

  I help her stand up and my ego jacks up another notch seeing her wobbly and unsteady. After Anniston’s betrayal, I’ve stayed away from relationships, but damn, DJ has everything in spades that I want in a woman—she’s independent, a helluva good mom, attractive, and fucking sexy as hell. With the way I feel, I know that if she gained two hundred pounds, I’d still be panting after her like a dog in heat. She heads off to the bathroom finally, throwing a smirk at me over her shoulder and I’m about to go smack that sassy ass swaying in front of me when I hear a knock at the door. I wait until I hear the
click of the bathroom door before I head to the door and open it up.

  “Hey y’all, appreciate you being able to help my woman out.”

  “Not a problem,” Joey says, stepping inside.

  “Always glad to help,” Carlton replies.

  “Doesn’t look like it’ll take us too long,” Jorge states.

  “Naw, and there’s a hand-truck in the back of the trailer,” I tell them. DJ is a bit OCD and has labeled each box with the basic contents and room, so it will be easy to get it on the truck. The only thing left is the bedding and she threw that in the washer when we first got up so it would be ‘clean’ when we got there and unloaded. I know it’s gonna be a long ass day, but honestly? I can’t wait to get home and see my little princess. Yeah, I know she’s not my kid, however, her genuine affection towards me has made me fall love with her. And her mom. Although it’s too soon to tell DJ that because from what little she’s shared, she’s been shit on a lot in her life.

  As Jorge goes out to get the hand-truck so we can start loading, my mind drifts back to the first night we spent together.

  “I’m not usually like this,” she said.

  “What do you mean?”

  “I mean, sleeping with someone on the first date.”

  “Never took you for easy, darlin’, but I know you feel the connection we’ve got.”

  She sighed before sitting up on the bed and looking down at me. “No, you don’t understand Hatch. Ralynn’s dad and I dated for about six months before I got pregnant. When I got pregnant, he split, never to be heard from again. He doesn’t even know if I kept the baby or what I had for fuck’s sake! Since then, my focus has been on finishing college while raising my baby girl. I’ve gone out on dates, but it never went very far.”

  I looked at her stunned. If I’m catching what she’s saying, she hasn’t had sex in a helluva long time. “So you haven’t had sex since Ralynn was conceived?”

  “No.”

  “Why me, babe?”

  “Because I can talk to you, because you make my body quake with need, because you embody everything I’ve ever wanted in a man.”

  I pull her back down so we’re facing one another, but barely touching. Cupping her face, I lean in and kiss her. It’s not a hot and heavy, I want to fuck your brains out kiss. No, it’s one filled with promise and need. Something about this woman has me thinking of forever for the first time in a long, long time. And that thought should scare the shit out of me but it doesn’t.

  “Hatch, your woman made sure we would know where shit went, huh?” Carlton asks, breaking me out of my thoughts.

  “Yeah. In fact, she has boxes for the bedroom, bathroom and kitchen marked ‘put in last’ so that when we get there and unload, she can get those unpacked first.”

  “Damn, she’s organized.”

  “You have no idea.”

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  This is unedited and subject to change as the story progresses. I hope you enjoyed a sneak peek into Hatch and DJ’s story.