Part 16 (1/2)

”In a hurry baby?” He chuckles.

”Yes,” I breathe.

Braxxon's head goes to the crook of my neck where he licks and sucks as one of his hands trail up my body. His touch is like crack; his hands created to drive women crazy.

”How does my Winter want it?” he growls huskily into my skin.

I press my cheek to his, bringing my lips to his ear. ”Slow.”

Braxxon lets out another growl as he lifts me up. My legs wrap around his waist as he stands, walks us over to the bed, and lays me back gently. I hear the sound of his boots. .h.i.tting the floor and his belt and zipper before he's naked in front of me. He's so d.a.m.n s.e.xy it should be illegal. His gray eyes are holding me, caging me like an animal as his hands trail up my legs, stopping at my thighs. I close my eyes as his body hovers over mine. It's almost too much. His touch mixed with his gray gaze. When the tip of his c.o.c.k positions itself at my core I bite my lip and hard from nervousness and excitement.

”Hit me with the gold, baby.”

Oh G.o.d. I open my eyes, and he's staring down at me as he slowly enters. His gray eyes trained on my gold ones. Braxxon moves at a pace so slow I would almost think he's making love to me. His eyes leave mine and travel the length of my scar that almost matches his and I grip his cheek hard bringing his gaze back to mine.

”Don't.”

He shakes whatever thought he was having out as I wrap one of my legs around his hip. I need him deeper.

”Winter,” he moans closing his eyes.

My name mixed in with his moan is so satisfying. This man has slept with hundreds of women and yet my touch, my body can do that to him. I use all my strength to flip us over so that I'm on top. I prop myself on my knees, putting a little distance away from our adjoined bodies. I rotate my hips letting his c.o.c.k stretch me before I quickly drop down.

”I thought you wanted it slow,” he croaks.

”I've changed my mind.” I pant as I start bouncing harder. ”I just need you.”

Braxxon's hands come straight to my a.s.s as he rolls us to our sides. His forehead pressing against mine as he rhythmically pounds into me. I reach behind me and in between my legs where his b.a.l.l.s are quickly slapping against my flesh and I grip them lightly.

”Oh f.u.c.k... baby, you can't do that,” he growls, his forehead is still against mine.

I give another squeeze, and he speeds up his pace even more. I start rotating them in the palm of my hand.

One of his hands leaves my a.s.s and I almost protest, but stop as his fingers find and work my c.l.i.t into a frenzy.

”Oh G.o.d,” I cry out as my body starts to quiver.

”That's it baby. Soak my c.o.c.k in your p.u.s.s.y juices.”

Oh, s.h.i.+t. ”Don't stop, don't f.u.c.king stop,” I moan out as my body heats all over and my eyes threaten to roll to the back of my head. I grip his b.a.l.l.s tighter as his fingers pinch my c.l.i.t and we're both shouting out our release.

My G.o.d that was amazing. We're both panting and with each one of Braxxon's pants, his flaccid c.o.c.k tickles the inside of my core. My CD stops and I giggle.

”I totally couldn't hear the music playing.”

Braxxon's gray eyes smile at me as he brings his lips to mine. It's a slow kiss, nothing with tongue, but with his lips just resting against mine. I bring out my tongue and flick the chain on his piercings with it causing him to chuckle.

”I need sleep. Your p.u.s.s.y wears me out,” he says against my lips and tongue. ”Time to cuddle, Angel.”

I say nothing as he reaches for the sheet covering us up. Once again, he wants to sleep buried deep inside me. When he's satisfied with the sheet placement, he wraps his arms around me and intertwines our feet together.

”Night baby,” he quietly says into my ear.

”Night Brax.”

”Wake the f.u.c.k up, Prez!” Someone is shouting.

Braxxon and I sit up fast. ZZ is going through Braxxon's drawers, snagging out clothes and tossing them onto the bed.

”Snake shot up my f.u.c.king parents' house. My pop was shot!”

”Tatiana,” I cry out.

”No, she's with Lana. She wanted to help her unpack and take care of Pyro. Thank f.u.c.king s.h.i.+t!”

”f.u.c.k man... just go; I'll get the brothers.” Braxxon jumps up totally naked.

ZZ says nothing as he bounds outta the room and down the steps. I can't believe someone was stupid enough to shoot Phil.

”Every time we have s.e.x something bad happens,” I whisper. ”I need to go. Berry will need someone.”

”Hurry and get dressed then, Angel. I gotta wake up the brothers,” he says toeing his boots. ”And grab your f.u.c.king gun. I don't need to tell you what this means.”

No he doesn't. It's not going to be quiet anymore. s.h.i.+t is going to be ten times worse. Snake went after the club's family members. What we did was payback for the s.h.i.+t that happened to me, and now this is just the blowback from it. I dig around for some of my sweats and a tee s.h.i.+rt. Once I get them on, I grab my shoulder gun holster and slip it on. I get my gun out and slide it in the holster, checking the safety first. I find my shoes and hop towards the bedroom door trying to get them on. I'm barely down the steps and outta the clubhouse before bikes start taking off. I run towards Braxxon, and he hands me a helmet.

”Seriously? You wanna waste time with a f.u.c.king helmet?”

”Put the f.u.c.ker on, Angel.”

Okay then. I throw the helmet on top of my head before climbing on the back of his bike. It takes him no time to throttle her into gear and take off outta the compound. I've never ridden a bike going this fast before but I can understand the hurry. I don't think any of us are prepared for what we see when we pull up to Berry's and Phil's house. Berry is hysterically crying in ZZ's arms as a stretcher with a body on it rolls away and we all know that it's Phil. I jump off the bike and run towards Berry. I reach her and gently coax her away from ZZ, who is standing there in shock.

”ZZ,” I whisper. ”Go talk with Brax.”

”Yes ma'am.”

”He killed him.” Berry sobs in my arms. This feeling of hers is something I've experienced before. Seeing someone you love killed, murdered right before your eyes. Sniper walks up and hands me a set of keys.

”Take her back to the clubhouse. These are her keys to her Lincoln.” With that, he's gone. I start moving her towards the silver Lincoln Navigator. I hit the unlock b.u.t.ton on the alarm pad hanging from the keys, open the pa.s.senger door and help her in the SUV. As soon as she's in the seat, I help buckle her belt before closing the door.

”Angel,” Braxxon says walking up towards me. ”Shadow is going to follow you. Don't stop for no one, do you hear me? Keep that gun on you. Do not take it off.”

”I understand Brax. I'll be okay,” I a.s.sure him.

”I know,” he sighs running a hand through his hair. ”Get her back to the club and just be careful. I gotta get back to this s.h.i.+t. f.u.c.k,” he roars walking away.

”C'mon Winter. It's not safe outside right now,” Shadow says behind me and I whirl around. Jesus and I wonder where he got his f.u.c.king name!

”Shadow.” I scowl.

”Ma'am.” He just grins.