Defying Fate (25 page)

I swear his smile seems genuine. He believes we can be what, a family? A fucking family after all he has done? Oh my God, he is sicker than I thought.

“You cannot be serious. I would never want a family with you. There is no us, how could you ever believe that? Not in a million years would I ever forgive you. You have caused so much grief and pain in my life. I have suffered under your hands for so long. I don’t even want a life if it means you are in it!” I pull no punches in letting him know this either. A life with him is no life at all so why would I want to live one. Closing my eyes, I lay my head against the pillow and cry. Standing, his hands tremor with tightly closed fists. His mouth is hanging open, but no words escape.

I have no fight left in me. I’m so done. My heart had been shattered so many times before, but this time, I thought for just one minute, I could be happy. Happy for the first time in so very long, Braxton and Eve gave me that. They made me happy, they gave me hope.

Even the ups and downs with Tiffany were nothing compared to the hell I faced with Dominic. Not even close. The times spent in Braxton’s arms were worth it all. I’d go through hell again if it meant I could spend another night with Braxton. In his arms I felt safe, I felt whole, and I never felt so alive in my life. The pain Dominic caused I mask because the pain of not seeing Braxton again is what is tearing my motherfucking heart apart.

Clutching the bed sheets in my hands, I hold onto the memory of my last night I spent with Braxton. We were in my bed, Liam and Kara were heavily going at it in the spare room and not too quiet about it either. I swear it was like we were college roommates, shaking up the night with our boyfriends. Braxton and I laughed about it, we were both carefree, and it felt good to let our hair down and just be us. We never had a lot of time just us being us, but when we did I treasured it. Those stolen moments forever ingrained in my heart. It’s what true love was like, he was my soul mate, my best friend, and simply put Braxton is my everything.

Rolling around in bed our sweat covered bodies glided against one another. Laughing and tickling, he would bite me ever so gently. I would respond with a lick here and there and a bite of my own. The saltiness and the feel of his warm skin melted under the slickness of my tongue. Flicking his nipple, I trailed my tongue around, biting it gently, only to suck it eagerly. I could feel his body tense, and then moan with pleasure. The rougher I got shot waves of passion throughout my body as his rippled with lust.

That was a wild ride as I straddle him like he would straddle his bike. With Braxton sitting up, I anchored my feet to his back as my hands grasp his shoulders. Leaning back, I took him fast and hard sliding up and down his stone-hard shaft. I bit back the pain with the pleasure allowing my body to adjust to him. I never had a man the width or length of Braxton. Intimidating as hell at first as I was afraid there was no way he was going to fit. He puts my fears to rest as he gently showed me how I would fit him like a glove. Yep, let's just say it was snug, and I fucking loved every second of it.

Getting closer to my climax, he quickly flipped me on my back. Watching him thrusting in and out of me so hard I feared I might split in two. It was fucking fantastic. Holding my knees, he spread them wide, plunging in and out harder, and then faster. All I could see was his ripped chest, as my eyes followed a bead of sweat trailing down into the V-shape that lead to his happy-trail. OMG...I swear I’d died and gone to heaven!

His brown ‘fuck me eyes’ emblazed with lust sear into my brain as they beg me for more. The way he makes me feel, there are just no words that come close to explaining it. Letting my eyes trail down his perfect chest, sans any hair, it was just muscle and sweat, yummy! I can remember every damn detail of that night. It’s fresh in my mind and has marked my soul forever.

The image of seeing his shaft drenched with my sweet nectar pushed me over the edge cascading to my own earth shattering climax.

With an animalistic growl, I exclaim. “Oh Braxton, look at us. Jesus Christ never knew it could be this fucking good.”

Braxton’s manly grunts were synchronized with his every thrust. “Iz, look at the way my dick is all wet with your sweet juices. It makes my dick harder seeing the way we fit together.” His words filled with pure bliss. “Feel it Iz, feel how fuckin’ great it is.”

That one night will stay with me till the day I die. Closing my eyes, I’m reliving it as I can almost hear his sexy voice.

Arching my back, it’s the sensation as if a spark has been ignited deep within my core. The spark of a flame catching fire shoots arrows of lust throughout my writhing body. I’m now positioned in a way that resembles a letter V. Braxton has my legs wrapped under my knees holding them to his hips. My hands and dangling feet are the only part of my body touching the mattress. Arched into a twisted pretzel, never realizing I could be so damn flexible. Note to self, this position rocks.

The next thing, I know, is I’m screaming out his name as I explode. Eyes tightly closed, I see fireworks.

“Braxton, oh my God!” It’s a curdling cry, scream or whatever you want to call it. Every man likes it when a woman screams his name, well I did not just yell, I fucking pierced my ears with the decibel of my voice. Never giving thought to my roommate next door. Oh no!

Kara knocks on the wall, shouting, “Not funny. Don’t make me jealous over there!”

I hear Kara laughing as Liam loudly reminds her who the boss is and shows her she has no need to be jealous when she has him.

Braxton is smirking and rejoicing that I just shouted out to the stars, screaming his name. His smile gradually eases to a look of heated lust, lowering my legs that no longer have any feeling in them. Positioning himself on top, he kissed the ever loving hell out of my already swollen lips. Trembling from the best orgasm of my fucking life Braxton reaches for the rails of my headboard with an iron grip. He glides into my saturated wet center as if knocking on heaven’s door.

I gasp not once, but twice. Squeezing his pecs, my hands slip as sweat beads his chest. I claw at him as my insides smolder once again. The electrical current spanning in my chest feels like they are jetting out from my fingers as I know I am about to have an out of body experience.

“Brax. Oh. Oh, sweet fuck. Yes, yes, Braxton.” Upon my impending orgasm, I do the only thing I can to help me ground me. Throwing my arms above my head, I grip the bed rails holding on tight. Arching I push my body to press against his while taking me to new heights, I never knew physically possible. My legs feel like jelly, shaking so hard I wrap them around Braxton’s lower legs. Anchoring me to him, not sure my body is going to survive this one.

“Izzy, my sweet girl, you feel so amazing. We felt like we belong together. Fucking love your tight pussy wrapped around my throbbing dick. Iz, Iz, fuck, I’m going to cum so hard.” His voice low and gruff as he explodes into a million pieces.

Hard molten lava spills inside of me, coating my walls as he continues to thrust his shaft in and out me. He slowly stops pushing as I now bear his full body weight on top of mine. His massive frame enveloped my smaller petite one, fucking perfect fit!

Before we called it a night Braxton, did take me to new heights yet again. I swear my insides were strung out. My legs felt like they would never work again, and I thought my vagina, fell out somewhere in-between my hoarse voice, or it was when I drew blood on Braxton’s back with my nails. Doesn’t matter, that was a fucking night to remember. Every girl should experience the things I did that night.

Pure Bliss!

REMEMBERING THAT NIGHT,
reliving those moments of pure ecstasy, allow me to see how content and happy I really was. I read about times like these in my books, but who thinks that shit happens in real life? Well, I didn’t until Braxton. He has me rethinking the laws of gravity, the way my body was floating on cloud nine, not once, but three-freaking times. Never knew my body had it in me to do that three, or was it four times? Who the hell knows or cares? But, like always with Braxton it just gets better and better.

One minute I remember Braxton and I’m over the moon happy, then my reality here with Dominic shatters my happiness into a dark sadness. I may never see Braxton again, never feel his touch, his light-hearted nature. For not knowing him long and sleeping with him a handful of times, it’s amazing how well he knows my body. That man can fine tune my body that blows my ever loving mind.

Simply put, he is my soul mate.

I notice the pills Max left for me on the nightstand with a ginger ale, so I take them. Hopefully, they will knock my ass out, I would rather be knocked out cold than be reminded of where I am and who I am with. Dominic left some time ago, thank goodness for small miracles!

A movement at the end of my bed has Max shifting closer to me.

“You should eat some soup with those Iz.”

Shit how the hell is he always here and I never know it?

“You’re like cat woman or something, so quiet blending in I never know you are even here.” My voice is light as I can relax with Max. He places my soup on the nightstand. It’s steaming hot, but I have to admit I’m starving as my stomach rumbles at the sight of it.

“Need some help eating, I can feed you.” Max says as he sits down next to me. I should probably be nervous with him so close to me, but after spending more than one night with the man patching me up, I’m not.

“Nah. I can get it, just let it cool.” Everything about him is so sweet, the plain opposite from his boss.

I can’t help but chuckle. “Dominic could learn some bedside manners from you.”

His eyes go wide. “Oh, I would tend to agree with you, but better off no one hears you say that.”

“Your secret is safe with me,” placing my hand over his as it lies on his knee. The gesture is meant to be a way of appreciating all the nice things he has done for me over the years. Mainly stitching me up after his boss has torn me up, but still he was always nice.

He then hands me a phone from his pocket. “Listen, I just saw Dom leave, so you have some time. Take my phone and call Kara or whoever while you can. He won’t ever know, it’s the best I can do for now.”

I stare at his hand as it’s outstretched to me holding his phone. I am possibly eyeing my chance of escape. Calling Kara, I can make sure she is safe and then she can get the word to Braxton and Liam. My heart races at the thought of hearing Braxton’s voice again. I should be more concerned to make sure Kara is all right, but the thought of hearing his angelic voice is what is making my heart go pitter-patter. Closing my eyes with the possibility of seeing him again floods my vision. The tears gently roll down my cheeks with the hope of an ‘only what if’.

“Take it Izzy, you won’t have a lot of time. It looked like Dominic was on a mission, not sure what his plan is. Take this time and call him or Kara, don’t care, but do it now.” Anxiety in his words and stretched across his face.

“Okay,” I whisper. “Thank you so much Max.” Taking the phone I nervously try to press numbers. This moment is so monumental I’m shaking from head to toe.

“Hello. Hello, who’s there? Izzy, God, please let this be you.” Kara is shouting into the phone. Hearing her voice I cry, loud sobs, snot running out of my nose-style crying.

“Izzy, oh. Oh. Oh my God. Thank God, are you okay? Shit of course you aren’t? Why aren’t you talking? Izzy God Dammit. Talk to me.”

I hear voices in the background, some noises filter in the receiver before I hear him. My God, it’s my soul mate, my Braxton. I hear a noise and some muffling, then.

“Izzy, Izzy baby, please talk to me!” His voice is impatient and crazed with anxiety.

I cup my mouth because I am crying so hard, I honestly can’t speak words. Just hearing the two most important people in my life, it’s wrecking me.

“IZZY.” He shouts into the phone almost breathlessly.

“I’m…I’m here. Oh Braxton.” I say sobbing uncontrollably.

“Baby, it’s you, my beautiful angel. I prayed more these past few days than I have my whole damn life. It took some years off me Sparkplug.” Braxton said breathlessly as if he’s taking his last. Hearing my nickname he has given me, warms my heart and brings out yet another sob.

I’m silent as I thank my lucky stars I can hear his voice again. Even if it’s the last time I can, it’s everything to me. Holding the phone to my forehead, I just listen to his voice, marking it to memory so in the dark days ahead, I can recall him saying my name, calling me baby. It’s the single most heart-melting thing…to hear him, second to hearing my child cry the first time of course.

“Brax, it’s so good to hear your voice.” A slight chill pricks my spine. “I wasn’t sure would get a chance to hear your voice again. Oh, this hurts so bad.”

“Shhh, shhh, listen honey do you know where you are?” He keeps asking me and my reply is exactly the same each time.

“I have no idea.” His exuberated sigh tells me he’s not satisfied.

“Iz, look out the window and tell me what you see?”

The stupid side of me, without thinking tries to stand up as the pain shoots across my lower stomach. I immediately wince and yelp in pain. Dropping my phone on the bed, I lie back with controlled breaths.