Defying Fate (29 page)

“Oh, Christ Izzy, just be careful. You just got the go-ahead to get up and around. The bandages are finally off, and you are slowly coming back to life. Don’t overdo it, or Brax will kill me. Everyone is under strict orders to make sure you don’t move a muscle unless help is around.” Rolling her eyes toward the ceiling, her sarcasm is pretty funny.

I smile big; I can’t help it. My man is so possessive and who wouldn’t love to have a big sexy man worry and fret over her? Everyone would, of course!

I blush as she is continuing to harp about Braxton, barking orders. He has not left my side much in the past few days since I woke up. If I ever was unsure of his feelings for me, he put them to rest. He touches me regularly and kisses me often. We have yet to have the whole Tiffany talk, that’s a conversation for another day.

I stood my ground when it came to taking a shower by myself. Sore and still somewhat weak, taking my own shower will be liberating for me knowing for the first time I have nothing to run from anymore. With that thought, I graciously walk with my shoulders held high returning to my bedroom in nothing but a towel. My hair is dripping wet, as beads of water glide down my freshly shaved legs. Not the easiest task to accomplish, but I did it, they so needed it.

Closing my door, I smile and giggle when I notice a sleeping man in my bed. His large frame takes up most of it. He’s wearing a gray long sleeve t-shirt and faded jeans. His hair is longer, and he has yet to shave off the new beard he’s wearing. Yet it’s his sharp facial features that stand out under the beanie cap he’s wearing, he is totally mind blowing sexy. He looks so peaceful resting so sound like he has no care in the world. Lately, we haven’t had too many quiet moments, so to see him like this is beyond breathtaking.

I absorb every delectable inch of him, leaning back against the door a small moan escapes my lips as desire for him starts to burn. A body I have grown to treasure, a body made for sin. Braxton makes me tremble and shake, with those hands, those lips, among his various other body parts to mention. Braxton knows how to fine tune my body, it sings to him as an instrument only he knows how to play. So much even when he sleeps he’s calling to me, the only thing I do is drop my towel.

Giving into my desire is easy when it comes to Braxton. My vivid dreams as of late have all been about him.

Climbing at the end of the bed, I slowly crawl up his body. Dragging my body over his, I inch up gentle and slow. Straddling his legs, I non-intentionally grind myself against his belt. My cuts are thankfully not touching any part of him sitting like this. I lower my face to kiss his stomach gently lifting up his shirt. I kiss and pull it higher. I notice his stomach retract and roll slightly, looking up I see he has a smirk on his face while trying to contain a laugh. Dammit!

“Hey sparkplug, whatcha’ doing?” He says laughing.

“You were supposed to be sleeping. Faker.”

Pulling me up, he gently wraps his arms around me.

“I should stay asleep, damn, this is the way to wake up.”

“I missed you Braxton.” And I have. I never thought I would see him again, to be with him like this. My tears sting as they fall.

“Sparkplug no more crying. I’m here.”

Braxton’s lips brush against mine.

“I was so afraid I was never going to see you again. I…I…I love you so much you fool.” I can’t help but snort as I laugh.

“Baby, told you I would get you back. Little faith you have in your man.”

“Are you my man?” I say raising my eyebrows.

“Seriously? Are we back to this again? You can bet your sweet ass I’m your man. Izzy you are mine, now and forever, no more messing around. I almost lost you, won’t happen a second time.”

Those sparkling brown orbs are back and wink at me.

“Mine,” I whisper, taking his lips ever so gently. I let my kiss do the talking. His tongue traces my bottom lip and it’s soon exploring my mouth. His assault turns more demanding and it feels like a tonsil inspection instead. I love it though, in fact I relish it.

“Shirt Braxton. Lose the shirt honey.” I excitedly mumble.

No need to tell him twice, he sits up so he can pull it over his head and then he uses it around me to pull me into him, his own personal lasso. My chest is rubbing against his feels fucking amazing. My eyes are drawn to something that stands out to me. It’s a design that was not on his body before. What! Braxton got new ink since I saw him last?

“What the…? Honey you got a new tattoo?” I say as I look back at him astonished.

His look is unsettling at best, he raises his eyebrows with his lips stretched thin.

“What do you think?” He asks me questioningly.

I do a double take on the intricate design. It is just under his breast around his heart, and I trace it with my finger. I can see Eve’s name but now it connects to a new design. It’s beautiful, the new design attaches on to his daughter’s name. The outline traces a figure of eight like the infinity symbol, beautiful on its own, but the design doesn’t stop there as it flares out into wings. All black and gray my eyes travel around the design until they stumble upon the center of the figure eight. I gasp! In a very elegant script are letters that spell out my name.

“You got my name inked on you?” It’s not a question because I can apparently read it. Holy Shit! My man put my name on his chest in ink!

Braxton whispers as he watches my tears flow down my cheeks. “Izzy, please say something, anything,” moaning, he continues, “why the tears?” Touching my cheeks. “Oh God Izzy, please, say something.”

“Shhh,” I say as I put my finger to his lips. “I freaking love it.” I hiccup with my sobs.

“I love you Braxton Ryles, you hear me? You are my everything. You are my special someone.” I yearn for this man to the point I ache. “You own my heart and soul.”

No words this time, he pulls me down to him and owns my lips. His hands around my lower back, he grinds his erection into me which has me moaning with need. I am buck naked and getting wetter by the minute. I know he’s enjoying this as he keeps whispering how much he does. His face winced as he looks at my newest scars and I swear his eyes tear up.

Oh no. “Don’t Braxton. Just another two marks to add to my list of many ugly ass scars. He’s gone, and I need to get used to the fact I have these reminders of him.” I give him a half nods as if to shrug it off as there is not much else to do.

“Baby, someday we will work on covering these up or tattoo around them. We will make them beautiful. I swear to you.”

I know he means it, and I want to tell him not to worry about it, but I’m forced to look at them every time I am naked. Better yet, Braxton has to look at them every time he wants to have sex with me. Can’t say that is a turn-on, more like a major turn-off.

“I know, but let’s not talk about it now. Today, I want to show you how much I love you. My body may not be perfect, but it is all yours.” I say this as I undo his belt and unbutton his jeans. Sliding them down his body, he sits up enough and gets them off. He is going commando today, and I don’t mind since it is less work for me to get to what I want the most. Smiling at his very willing and ready body part, I lean into him and lick it from the root to tip. I swirl around the tip like it’s my personal ice cream cone tracing his growing vein underneath. I know he likes this, each time I do it, his body relaxes with shivers. His fingers grip the sheets as he bucks up into my mouth, I happily hollow my cheeks. Nice and slow, twirling his manhood with my tongue, I graze him with the ends of my teeth grabbing his base in my hand. My hand and mouth tango with his throbbing hardness.

Sucking harder my desire surges, each new draw of my hand glides up I apply even more pressure when I suck. His fingers are in my hair, pulling as he rubs the sides of my head. His excitement is a dead giveaway with the intensity of his hold on my hair. The harder he tugs, the louder I moan. I love to pleasure him, to know I am putting that sex raged looked on his face. It’s all from my body, my mouth, and my hands.

As the first hint of saltiness hits my tongue, I know he’s close. Not in my mouth today. I want him to explode inside of me. Leaning forward and with a pop he is released from my mouth. The look on his face is priceless, as his heart races, and it’s his impending release he silently begs.

I smile at his wild expression. “Don’t worry love, just getting into a new position. When you cum, you do it inside of me, I want to feel you inside of me Braxton. I need you.” I say as I am crawling up his body, his eyes never leaving mine.

Braxton’s smile is set off with the twinkle in his eyes. Looking like he is ready to eat me alive, he asks, “Are you sure you’re ready?”

“Doesn’t matter if I am or not, you’re mine.” What can I say, I’m desperate at this point.

“Yes Ma’am.” He says with a shake of his head. “No other bitch has me.”

“Nice Braxton, calling me a bitch? Should I be honored or pissed?”

“Figure of speech, Sparkplug. Now get your beautiful ass up here on top and ride the wave baby.”

Raising my hips I pause as the tip of his erection rests at my drenched center. I hover and circle the tip of him never using my hands.

“Sparkplug, will you jump on board before you unman me. It’s been awhile, and I’m dying to get up inside that hot body of yours.”

Arching my eyebrow, I say, “Shh, don’t get bossy. I’m in charge.”

“Yes Ma’am, sorry.”

Braxton groans out a deep moan as I slowly slide down his shaft. I’m so freaking wet, it feels like a slip and slide. We have never used a condom between us. Call me stupid, but at least we talked about it. He told me he was clean, I told him I was the same, and I can’t get pregnant so why bother. When a man like Braxton is staring you down, ready to devour your body, time for small talk is over, the idea of him inside me bare is just too great of an idea.

“Oooh baby, you feel so damn good. Izzy, your body, was made for me.” He keeps repeating this over and again.

I am unable to say much, the desire to ride this man takes over I let my speed match my need for him. Each up and down motion pulls on my stitches, and it’s not a great feeling. I try not to think about it because the first hint of pain on my face Braxton will stop our lovemaking.

I must have let a slight moan of pain slip from my mouth because he stills his body as his eyes fly open. In that instant, his arms grab mine to stop my body from moving.

“Izzy are you in pain? God Dammit- please tell me you were not hurting yourself?”

“It’s okay. Don’t stop me, not today.” Grabbing with his hands, I close my eyes praying. “This is me showing you how much I love you.”

“Not if it is hurting you, we can wait to do this. I can make you cum without the pain.” He says and then smiles mischievously.

“Shut it. Lie back and let me fuck you senseless. If I’m in pain, it’s all on me.” I give him my most bitchy look of ‘do not mess with me.' Hopefully, it will work.

Pausing a moment he finally lets up on his hold.

“I only agree to this because I’m so damn close it won't take much. Don’t give me that shit eating grin either Sparkplug, I can still redden your ass for misbehaving.”

“You like me misbehaving, plus the idea of you slapping my ass, does do some naughty things to me.” I say in my sexiest voice.

“You going to talk to me or fuck me?”

“Seven ways to Sunday if I could, right now I settle for yes honey, I’m going to fuck you real good.” If I were one hundred percent healthy, I could get creative in how I take him, but for now I’ll settle for a scaled back version. A good old fashion screw you might say.

Taking his hands and intertwining them tightly I rise slowly, and then slide back down. Using his hands for support, our eyes never leave one another. My insides are starting to simmer over a smoldering fire. I grind myself all the way down, circling my hips causing enough friction to my clit to light the fuse to my impending release. The fluttering in my stomach gives way to the tingles blazing up my spine. Arching my back, I push forward aligning our bodies, making sure to hit that sweet spot. I ache to feel over and again.

Doing this a few more times, I scream out as an explosion detonates inside my body. I swear my fingers fused with his, my back arches forward so much I might have fallen over if it wasn’t for his hands keeping me planted upright. I don’t only scream out his name, I add in more explicit words of the naughty things he makes me feel. The splitting pain I feel is drowned out in my moment of pure bliss.

I didn’t even realize Braxton had cum at the same time until I feel his hot lava shooting inside. We are both out of breath, our hands still fused as one. I lay my head back, panting as he rocked my world. The clearing of a throat alerts me we’re not alone.

My eyes widen as I turn my head in the direction of my door having a hard time catching my breath. Even though, Braxton and I have been caught in the act, I’m not the least blushing with embarrassment. My man is blushing red with sweat pouring down his chest.

Surprised, I let out a laugh. “Are you blushing Braxton?”

With one eye lifted, Braxton lets out a chuckle. “Looks like we’ve got company Sparkplug.”

We both turn back to the wandering eyes of Liam and Kara. We never move or try to cover ourselves. I’m still on top of Braxton with him still inside of me. My back is to the door, so I’m not overly concerned as they can only see my backside.

“We heard shouting, not sure why we thought we needed to come in here, had to make sure. Excellent show, by the way, we got here just in time for the good part. Pretty hot you two,” Liam says laughing.

“Glad you enjoyed it so much, now if you excuse us.” I turn back to face Braxton and its then I feel a stabbing pain in my lower stomach.

“Oh shit.” I take my hand out of Braxton’s and grab my stomach.

We both look down to the pulled stitches and the slight tinge of blood at my incision.

“Fuck Izzy, I told you.” A look of regret washes over Braxton.

“I was too worked up to notice at the time,” I say taking a big breath, holding it to ride out the stabbing feeling. My mind keeps saying it will pass no biggie.