Page 62 of Riven


Font Size:

There will always be a part of him that’s riven, but that is the beauty of life. We learn, we grow, we break, and then we rebuild, brick by brick, until we’re whole. Or as close to it as we can be. We get to be the best version of ourselves we can manage.

* * *

That night I watch him sleep beside me, his arm over my middle. There is something so beautiful about Braxton Hayes. It goes beyond his looks and his obvious charm.

I trail a finger over his arm, and goosebumps spread over his skin. I run my hand over them. It is so good to be back home and back at work.

“Brax,” I whisper.

“Mmm…” he groans, turning over onto his back, his arm covering his eyes. I reach under the sheets, moving down his torso, until I’m gripping his cock in my hands, stroking him slowly from root to tip. He moans and grows in my hands. I continue the motion. It’s been too fucking long. I straddle him. The perks of sleeping naked is that getting what I need will take very little effort. I lower myself onto him slowly. He grins, his eyes opening. I gasp, the farther I sink, the deeper he fills me. I start to rock against him, slowly at first, his hands gripping my ass. He groans as I rock against him faster, my head thrown back, lost in ecstasy. But I want more.

“Fuck me, Brax. Hard,” I hiss.

He flips me over and slams into me, ravaging me in the most savage and delicious way. He spreads my legs wider as his thrusts become feral, my heels digging into his ass. The more I cry out, the harder he fucks me, until my breasts are bouncing and my body is rocking under him.

“This hard enough?” he grunts, his hair falling over his eyes, sweat coating his body and fuck is he gorgeous.

I feel myself coming around him, and he doesn’t stop until he’s growling his own release, filling me. He grips onto the sheets, his breathing ragged as he plants kisses all over my face and neck. “Fuck, I love you, El. You’re fucking destroying me in the best possible way.”

I grin when he meets my gaze. “I love you, Brax.”

He flips us over so I’m lying on his chest. “I want this, forever,” he tells me, and I kiss his chest.

“I do too.” I close my eyes and let myself drift off.