Defying Fate (16 page)

“Don’t have to tell me that again, already know it. And hell, no. I did not let her touch me. Iz, I have not been with her since I have known you.” His voice and eyes tell me this is true, but Liam said another story.

“Liam said the last time was right when I met you.” I challenge raising my eyebrows.

Braxton’s expression turns murderous. “When the fuck did he say that to you?”

“The night I walked out on you at work, the night you spent laughing and acting all cozy with her.”

“Oh Izzy, you are so far from the truth. I was playing with her; I don’t want to spend a minute more than I need to with her. She is up to something, I know it. What’s the old saying? Keep your friends close but your enemies closer. Yeah, you get my drift now?”

Sitting up, I lean closer to him. “What?” I whisper as I’m confused and relieved to hear he doesn’t want her.

Tucking a piece of my hair behind my ear, he sighs.

“Sweetheart, you got all bent out of shape and I could not tell you what I was doing. I needed her to see us argue and fight. That is the only way I am going to find out what she is doing. I hated to do this, but I knew I would never give you up, so I went with it hoping you would understand when the time was right.”

I’m stunned to say the least. “You don’t want her, are you telling me you still want ME?” I’m suddenly nervous forgetting all about my current aches and pains.

“Yeah, babe, that is exactly what I’m saying. I was never going to let you slip through my fingers.” He leans in and pulls me onto his lap.

“Oh Braxton, you have no idea how happy I am to hear that.” Pulling back some, I whisper, “Wait a minute, what about Eve?”

Showing off his dimple, his smile widens. “What can I say; Eve knows deep down how her mother is. Besides she likes you; she is confused, but she also knows how happy you make her daddy. Eve wants to see her old man with a smile, instead of being so damn grumpy all of the time.”

That damn dimple is like a neon light calling me to him. I grab his face and slam my lips down onto his. It doesn’t take him long before his hands find my hair, pulling it with vigor. Forgetting all about my headache and the fact I have not brushed my teeth, I enjoy this moment to the fullest. He applies just the right amount of pressure, rocking his cock between my thighs. He is claiming my lips with aggression like he is making up for lost time. I respond by merely sucking on his tongue with all I got.

Today is my turn to claim him. Dropping my gaze to meet his lust filled eyes, I moan rubbing my chest against his. “You claim me Braxton?” I’m hoping he plays along.

His tongue darts out to wet his lips. “Yeah babe, claimed you a long time ago.”

Perfect! “That’s good to know because I’m claiming you right now.”

I reach and undo his zipper so I can palm his already hard erection. Running my hands down inside his jeans, I find him going commando. His flesh is so velvety soft as his shaft pulses hot tracing my finger along his thick vein. The more I rub, the more he moans pressing his hardness into my hand begging me to continue. We work together to lower his jeans.

My other hand pulls my panties to the side as I straddle him. Looking into his eyes, I waste no time lining us up so I can slam down on him in one fast motion. I instantly cry out with a combination of pain, but also plenty of juicy passion.

The instant our bodies make contact Braxton moans. “Fuck me Izzy, never wanted to be claimed by a woman before. Glad it’s you, cause the way you're riding my cock. Damn girl, I’ve died and gone to heaven.”

“No talking honey, time to rock your world.” My head hurts like hell, but my need to fuck Braxton is drowning out that throbbing pain, it’s the throbbing pain in-between my legs that’s winning out at the moment.

“Yes Ma’am.” That’s all he whispers as a wave of desire rush throughout his body.

No more words are said as he rips off my tank top to kiss my breast. My nipples are so erect, I swear I could cut glass with them or maybe poke his eye out, but I need his eyes so I can lose myself in them, so glass cutting it is.

I marvel at his sucking and biting sensations he is torturing my nipples with. Arching my back, I’m silently begging him to torture me more. Grabbing his shoulders, I rock my hips to thrust down on him even harder. We both cry out in pleasure as we let our emotions get the best of us. With my feet on the couch, I lower myself on him until I can’t go any lower. I slowly glide all the way up his wet cock, just enough so he won’t slip out entirely then slam back down with as much force as I can. Holy hell, Braxton is built like an Iron Horse, or is it a Stallion? Either way, his body was made for sin.

My body is inching closer to orgasm as I lean forward, resting my head on his shoulder. Braxton grasps my hips as I rock meeting his hard motions making sure to hit that one sweet spot. My orgasm is power packed, and I cum so hard I see stars. Biting his shoulder my body quivers as I try to calm my breathing. The instant my teeth pierce his skin, it detonates his impending release. His final thrust spills his seed like a stream of hot lava setting my uterus on fire.

Screaming out in utter pleasure, I enjoy the ride. “Oh. Oh. Braxton!”

“Jesus Christ. Every time with you just gets better and better. Swear to God Izzy, no one has ever claimed my dick so hard in my life.”

He kisses my head holding me tight against his chest, as we both try to calm our racing heartbeats. I realize this incredible experience did nothing to help my migraine.

“Oh Braxton, my head hurts.”

I must amuse him because I can feel his chest rise against my cheek. “Yeah, babe my head down below is hurting too.”

Oh my god, he never stops. “Not funny, I mean it.”

His hands slide up and down my sides. “I would say I’m sorry, but that would be a lie. That was beyond hot babe. You are mine sweetheart, and you just rocked my fucking world.”

Hearing Braxton saying these things, what woman wouldn’t love to hear those words after the fantastic sex we just had?

I kiss his chest and snuggle into him; he leans back on the couch, puts his feet up and pulls me down on him and covers us with a blanket. We sit like this in complete silence just enjoying one another. We fit so freaking perfectly together like this.

Rubbing his fingers up and down my arms Braxton sighs, and then says, “Babe, when is your friend Kara coming out?”

I know he asked me a question but I’m so sated and comfortable I’m drifting off to sleepy land. Hearing Kara’s name I can only assume what he asked me, so I just mumble, saying, “Mmmm, she is getting a flight out soon.” Kissing my bare shoulder, he seems content.

”Good babe, when she gets here we are all going to have a talk.”

Opening my eyes for a second before I close them from exhaustion, I ask him, “Oh that reminds me, can Liam have that talk with us?”

Braxton leans his head back to look down at me with a frown on his face, and an eyebrow rose to question me.

Oh goodness Braxton. “Oh please, Kara wants me to set her up with him. She has a thing for bikers and I told her how hot he is, she is like a moth attracted to a light bulb.”

“Sure darlin’ anything for you.” Kissing the top of my head laughing. Then he drops it for a more serious look. “But I got to tell ya, I’m not excited to hear that you think Liam is hot, that kind of pisses me off actually.”

“Hmmm, no one is as hot as you honey.” Moaning he tightens his arms around me.

“That’s nice to hear, I love it when you call me honey. I also know how you feel about me because you told me all night in your drunken state.” He lowers his eyes tilting my chin with his finger. “It warmed my heart to hear you talk with no filters on your mouth.”

I feign shocked. “I never filter my mouth, I think it and it just comes pouring out like a sieve.”

“I like that as well.”

“I’m sure you do, maybe I can show you what my mouth is good for as well sometime.”

“I like that even better, honey.” His smile is ear to ear.

This flirty side is great, but I do need to address a particular person of interest. “I’m sure you do, but we still need to talk about us and your baby momma. I’m too tired right now because I just spent what energy I had riding your big cock.”

Grabbing onto my ass with his big hands, he says, “Oh Izzy, how I like your dirty talk, keep it up and you will be riding it again.”

I can’t help but yawn. “I’m too tired. Sorry, big fella.” I say with my palm on his chest as I notice a twinkle of mischief in his eyes.

“You know, speaking of Liam, if Kara is anything like you, he will be in a constant state of bliss. Fucker will be smiling from ear to ear.” He laughs as he kisses my head again, running his nose through my damp hair.

Twirling my hair with his fingers, I sense he can’t stop from touching me. “You smell great even after your drunken state last night.”

I marvel at his sweet touches, saying, “Glad you think so, is Liam seeing anyone?”

“Not that I am aware of, not that it would stop him.” He laughs out letting me know a bit more about Liam than I want to know.

I can’t help but laugh as it sounds like he is describing my girl Kara. “Same goes for her, if she wants him, she’ll have him. I get a lot of my courage from just being around her.” It’s no lie; she has taught me how to survive over the years.

“If she’s anything like you; that bastard is in trouble.”

“Oh Braxton, you have no idea.”

“SHUT UP, YOU ARE SO
bad Kara.” I choke, laughing as my best friend is eyeing some guy at the bar talking with his friend. Her one-sided conversation with herself is mentally stripping the clothes off this poor guy; it’s beyond hilarious. I have missed spending time with my best friend. Her ‘I don’t give a fuck’ attitude is just what I need to keep my mind off my problems, life is just good.

Kara showed up yesterday and tonight we are at the Pub drinking way more than we should. Sam gave me the night off to spend with her to have some much-needed fun. I told him we might stop in and to be honest with the way he is watching me; I would say he is enjoying himself. I wink and nod my beer as to thank him for being so great. He did not pry about what happened with Braxton the other night and for that I am grateful. Hell, I’m not even sure I know what is going on between Braxton and me. It’s a beautiful disaster in the making.

Braxton and I decided I was going to continue to work for Sam; coming back to the shop was not a good idea since Tiffany stops in a lot. He is still trying to figure out what she is up to, so I am keeping my distance. My safety is his primary concern; his second, is to spend time with her to find out what she wants. Either way, it sucks for me. I would love to go back and work with the man that is growing on me by the minute, but for now this is the way it has to be. I just want to live my life with Braxton. No more Tiffany, no more Dominic, just us. If only.

Kara takes a sip of her drink before holding up her finger. “So Izzy, you know what tomorrow night is, right? Or is living out here in the Pacific Northwest got you all screwed up?”

Eyeing her, I have no clue what she means, half of the time she says things out of left field. I’m clueless. She doesn’t wait; she blurts out.

“Duh; Kane, Towes, Saad, Crawford. Do I need to go on?” The way she curls her tongue when she says the name Crawford can only mean one thing. She has my attention, and fast like, it means Hockey and the Blackhawks. Once she said the name Kane, I knew what she meant.

I spill my beer down my chin. “Holy shit, the playoff’s. Shit, how the hell could I have forgotten? God, I swear living here has screwed with my time. Everything is on so early here for me to watch, this time zone takes some getting used to.” Note to self, tape them so I can watch them later.

“Well, it’s a good thing I am here to remind you then. Its tradition for you to make your game day feast and I am here with you so what could be better than that? Give me a high five sister!” She says, rubbing her hands together as if getting ready for a party.

We have this tradition; game nights I make barbeque ribs, coleslaw, and baked potatoes. The picture perfect night, we drink too much beer, eat ribs and watch our dear Blackhawks. Being from the Midwest, Chicago naturally is our home team. I am a huge Patrick Kane groupie; Kara is all Cory Crawford. Winning the Stanley Cup last year, we were in the streets in Chicago drunk and partying by Wrigley Field, it was awesome until Dominic caught up with us. It was fun while it lasted and as usual, he killed our good time.

Drowning out those bad memories, I raise my beer to her as if to cheer to better times. “Hell yeah, tomorrow we can go to the store and get what we need and gear up to watch our boys kill it. Who the hell are we playing?”

Dropping her head, she looks at me if disgusted. “Oh my God, what has happened to you? Duh, we play the damn Kings, again!” We played them last year in the playoffs as well.

Raising our glasses, we toast our beloved team. We both hate the Kings. Last year they played dirty, and my Kane took some serious hits. I am so looking forward to some payback hits on them.

“Cheers to that baby.”

Close to an hour later, in walks the man of my current naughty dreams. I just happen to look over at the door the minute he enters, and a big gust of the wind follows him. It truly is a sight to take in. My insides twist, and my breath seizes as my eyes nearly fall off my ever-loving face.