“Never,” he says, but he pulls back. I watch in a daze as he stands up, his hands forcibly reaching out to turn me around, one hand pressing against my shoulder blades and forcing me down flat on the counter. He flips my dress up over my back, exposing me from the waist down, and then his jean-clad thighs are between my legs, something hot and hard pressing against my entrance.
I didn’t even hear his zipper?—
Braxton shoves his cock into me, bottoming out in the first thrust. My inner walls flutter around him, clamping down even as he pulls back and thrusts hard and fast, over and over again. One hand grips my shoulder, holding me in place, the other white-knuckling the counter.
“Goddamn,” he says roughly. “Never get enough of this, Rumpel. Never get enough of how. fucking. good. you. feel.” He punctuates each word with a harsh jab, his cock pulsing inside me. “Already close, baby. Hold on.”
My hands scramble against the marble counter, but there’s nothing to hold onto. Braxton doesn’t notice orcare, moving his hand to grip my hip, making sure I can’t get away. I’m probably going to have bruises from the counter, but I can’t bring myself to care as electricity shoots down my spine, another orgasm rapidly building.
“That’s it.” He grunts. “I can feel you getting tighter. It’s like you’re trying to choke my dick.” His voice changes, taunting, “You gonna come again, baby?”
I shake my head, hair falling across my face. “No,” I say unconvincingly. “It’s too much. I can’t?—”
“Yes, you can,” Braxton counters. “And you fucking will.” His hand slides under me, his fingers finding my sensitive clit, ruthlessly rubbing it in a circular motion. He plays me like an instrument, knowing me too well, and I’m helpless against the pleasurable assault.
“Oh, god!”
“Not God, Gracie,” he mutters darkly. “Nowcome.”
I scream as the world goes white. Everything sounds muffled, like my head is underwater. My legs tremble, knees collapsing. Only Braxton’s arm around my hips and his pelvis grinding against my ass hold me up as the second orgasm shatters through me.
Braxton’s hips jerk as he follows me over, warmth coating my insides as he groans, fingers digging into my shoulder. A minute—maybe more—later, he releases my shoulder, stroking his fingers down my back, dick still firmly lodged inside me.
“Nowthat’swhat I call a conversation.”
I curl against Braxton’s side in bed, my head resting over his heart. I trail my finger against his ribs, tracing soft circles against his skin.
“What’s this?” I murmur, gently grazing the bruise covering his right hip. It’s big enough that I’m surprised I haven’t noticed it before now. Or that Braxton hasn’t mentioned it.
He tenses under me before forcibly relaxing, his chestmoving under my head as he blows out a long breath. “Nothing. Just a sparring mishap with Ryan.”
His words make sense, but there’s something in his voice that feels off. Before I can ask more questions, he tells me, “Mom called. I told her we’re going to Nick’s family’s for dinner on Thanksgiving.”
Braxton and Nick’s fathers worked alongside each other at the fire station, meaning the boys grew up together, easily becoming best friends. I know Nick well and like him, but I haven’t spent much time with his parents, so the idea of intruding on their Thanksgiving is enough to have me breaking out in hives.
“YoutoldRaewyn?” I ask dryly, bottling down my nerves. “Did she mind?”
Braxton slides his hand down my bare back to my ass, his fingers sinking into the curve where cheeks meet thighs. “No. Mom prefers to do lunch. She says it gives Dad time to digest his food, and then he won’t stink out the bedroom that night.”
I laugh, wrinkling my nose. “And let’s add that to the list of things I just didn’t need to know.” I tilt my head back, eyeing him. “And Esther doesn’t mind me coming for dinner?”
“Esther told me to invite you herself.” Braxton’s brow knits, his eyes solemn as they shift away from mine. “Esther and Joseph haven’t had a Thanksgiving at home in years. I think they’re looking forward to this one.”
I hum thoughtfully. “I remember when they went away last year. They spend the holidays with Nick’s sister, right? The one in college.”
“Yeah. Anyway, we’re a package deal now, you and me. Where I go, you go.” Braxton presses his fingers under my chin, tilting my head back far enough that he can press a lingering kiss to my mouth.
I groan, shifting so I’m lying on top of him andthreading my hands through his dark hair, holding tightly as I open my mouth to his, the kiss deepening as he slides his tongue sensuously against mine. Braxton wraps an arm around me, cinching me tightly to his body, the other still gripping my ass, but dipping teasingly low.
He drags his mouth from mine, both of us breathing heavily as he presses wet kisses along my cheek and jaw until he reaches my ear, nipping at the sensitive lobe.
I gasp, my eyes fluttering shut. “Package deal,” I murmur, my lips feeling swollen. “Does that mean we’re past the return date?”
Braxton huffs with amusement. “Damn straight, baby. No returns, no refunds, no exchanges. You’re stuck with me, remember?”
CHAPTER 2
Gracie
