Always Have: A Bad Boy Romance(48)

I’m entirely his.

Braxton yanks on the Velcro on the back of my costume, ripping it off.

“This door doesn’t lock,” I say breathlessly. “What if someone comes in?”

“They won’t.”

I can’t see a thing. I kick off my costume, dropping the whip with it, and pull off my thong. I’m panting, desperate for him. I hear his zipper, and the next thing I know he’s holding me up, pressing my back against the cold door. I wrap my legs around him and he drives his cock inside me.

As soon as our bodies lock together, I feel whole. He pauses, holding me tight, his cock buried in my *. His breath is hot on my neck.

I love needing him so much. I would have f*cked him in the bathroom or a closet if I had to. I love the way he fills me, unmakes me. I’m floating in bliss, high on the feel of his body melding with mine.

I don’t ever want it to end.

In the darkness, every sensation is heightened. He takes out the tension of the evening on me, f*cking me relentlessly. Like he needs to show me, again, what he feels. How hungry he is for me. How desperately he needs me.

The music thumps through the door, drowning us out. I breathe his name, my mouth close to his ear, and dig my fingers into his back. He feels so good, I’m delirious, drunk on his love. We come together, our bodies stiffening, shuddering. It’s almost too much.

He lowers me to the floor, but doesn’t let go, holding me tight against him. He kisses my neck, my jaw, finds my lips. His tongue caresses mine, soft and slow. I keep my arms around his neck, my body pressed against him.

Finally, he pulls away. “Better?” I ask.

“For now,” he says, his voice throaty and low.

I laugh. “Is there a light? I don’t know where the costume went.”

Braxton flicks a light switch and I squint against the sudden glare. We must be quite a sight: Brax with his pants around his ankles, his chest glistening. Me dressed in nothing but red-and-gold knee-high boots.

“Oh, shit,” he says with a laugh, as he pulls up his pants.

“What?”

He puts his hand along my cheek and pulls me in for another deep kiss. “You’re a mess. You look like you just got f*cked.”

I grab my costume off the floor. He finds a package of paper towels on a shelf and helps me clean up before I put the bodysuit back on. I do my best to smooth down my hair, but I’m sure my cheeks are flushed. If Selene corners me, I guess I can blame drinking too much.

Although I smell like Braxton.

“You first,” he says with a smile when we’re both more or less put back together. “But I’m leaving in two minutes, tops. I want you back at my place as soon as you can get away.”

I lift onto my tiptoes to kiss him again. “I’ll be out of here in three.”

I slip through the door, into the entry foyer, and walk back to the party. I find Selene and let her know I’m tired and heading home. She tries to talk me into staying in my room here, but she’s distracted by another friend, so I don’t have to come up with an excuse. I give her a quick hug goodbye and leave through the front door.

Braxton is waiting just outside. Although he’s shirtless and it’s a freezing October night, he puts his coat around my shoulders. He takes my hand in his, twining our fingers together, and we walk back to his condo in silence.





“That ought to do it,” I say, turning the wrench one more time. Selene’s kitchen sink was leaking, so I came over between clients to take a look. “It just needed a little tightening.”

I get up and brush my hands together.

“Thanks,” she says. “Do you have time to stay for lunch?”

“Depends,” I say. “Are you cooking?”

She glares at me. “I can cook.”

I raise an eyebrow at her.

She rolls her eyes and gets a bag out of the fridge. “Fine. I grabbed sandwiches before you got here.”

She sets out our lunch on the island and we both pull up a barstool.

“Do you think Mom and Dad would have kept this place?” she asks out of the blue. “You know, if they were still around.”

I put my sandwich down. “Yeah, I think they would have. This is a great old house.”

“I just wonder. Life would be so different. Would we still live so close? Would they have us over for dinner?” She pauses for a moment. “Sorry, I know it’s hard to talk about them.”

It is hard to talk about them, but I don’t want her to feel like she can’t. “It’s okay, I don’t mind remembering them sometimes. You can talk to me about whatever you want.”

She nudges me with her elbow. “Thanks, Brax. You’re a good guy, you know that?”

I feel a twinge of guilt, and shrug. Maybe I should just tell her about Kylie. But I know Kylie wants to be here when I do, and she’s at work. “Hey, we should do a movie night. Just the three of us.”

“Sure,” Selene says. “If you can get Kylie to come.”

“Why wouldn’t she come?” I ask.

“Well, she’s been banging some guy for who knows how long and won’t introduce me, so…”

Even though I know the guy is me, a jolt of jealousy rams itself into my gut. Calm down, dumbass. I force my face to stillness, but I know Selene saw my expression change. She’s looking at me with too much scrutiny.