Reign of Brayshaw (Brayshaw High #3)(101)

He slaps the back of my thighs, so I jump, wrapping my legs around his torso, and slowly, he lets my body slide down, until his dick is settled against my ass cheeks, pushing. Ready.

I pull my hips back and it slides up, right where I want it. My hold on his neck tightens, and I use that to lift, aligning him with my opening and he pushes in.

His eyes shift between mine, not missing a second as he fills me.

He drops to his knees, so my ass is on the edge of the bed, his dick inside me, and he uses his hold on my hips to roll me how he wants it, he’s moving back and forth in slow, full motions.

After a moment though, his hand slides up my back until he’s fisting my hair.

He tugs, tipping my head back and dropping his to my chest.

He kisses my breastbone and picks up speed.

My ankles lock behind his back and he groans, pushing off the floor and sliding me across the mattress so he can settle on top of me better.

He rolls his hips, pulling my nipple between his teeth.

“Mmm,” a deep moan leaves me, and his mouth comes back to mine. Biting, nipping, sucking.

His elbows plant beside my head, and I feel him, twitching, growing impossibly harder, reaching impossibly deeper.

My body starts to shake, so he shifts us so he’s sitting beneath me. He grips my shoulders, pushing me down, and I welcome every last bit of him.

His body shudders beneath me, taking my cum with it.

I clench around him as he twitches inside me.

We finish together, eyes open and locked on one another’s.

We sit like that for a few minutes, catching our breaths, soaking up the skin to skin contact we’ve been desperate for.

He’s slow to fall to his back, the pillows at the head of the bed allowing him to reach up and brush the hair that’s fallen in my eyes behind me. His fingers run along my shoulders, causing a shiver to spread through me.

His smile is so soft, his eyes unblinking as his knuckles slide down my arm until he reaches my hand, my ring.

The ring the doctor gave me that day in the hospital, the one he pulled from Captain’s pocket after surgery.

Turned out Maddoc bought it for me, but the day he found out we were married, he left it sitting on Cap’s dash. Captain saved it for him, for us.

He knew.

He pulls the ring to his lips, kissing the tip of the crown, then the two diamonds beside it – a representation of us all.

“My queen,” he whispers.

My heart hammers in my chest and my lips part.

I lock my finger around his and with shaky hands, move them to my stomach, flattening it against my skin. “Our prince.”

His temples pinch and ever so slowly his eyes move to the contact.

He stares for a long moment, then slowly places his left hand beside his right.

It’s just a guess, but after everything, it feels right. A boy – both Graven and Brayshaw blood.

Maddoc gives a small nod, the corner of his mouth lifting as his fingers span out. “Our prince,” he says, and his eyes come back to mine. “This is for real? Me and you, we did this?”

A small chuckle escapes me, and I nod, but it quickly turns into me shaking my head. “I don’t know how to do this, Big Man. At all.”

“Me either, baby,” he admits, pushing into a sitting position so we’re chest to chest, my legs now wrapped around his back. “But we’re not alone. Cap will help us, Royce and Maybell, too. My dad maybe, if we let him. Either way, baby, we’ll be good. We’ll figure it out, together, ‘cause it’s me and you, baby.”

He kisses me softly, but it quickly turns hungry and he tears away, dropping onto his back. He folds his hands behind his head, his eyes taunting and my favorite smirk in place. “Now.” He licks his full lips. “Show me how good you can be.”

I lean forward, biting into his bottom lip, allowing my teeth to scrape across the soft flesh until it tears free. “With pleasure, husband.”





We never made it down to the fire the morning after we got married at the Brayshaw cabin. We stayed there for the rest of the weekend, and then when Monday came and it was time to go back to school, we weren’t ready.

We needed time, so time we took.

Captain headed straight home to see Zoey, and Royce went with him, but he called us a couple days later to let us know him and Mac were taking a drive up the coast and he’d be back soon. We knew it meant he was up to no good, but he deserved some fuck off time, so we left it alone. For now.

Me and Raven ended up in Stockton, in her old trailer park. After a day of going through the place, she decided there was nothing worth saving. One call to our contractor and eight hours later, Raven watched the only home she ever knew get dragged off the grounds.

She didn’t bat a lash.

A few hours after that, she had a new modular home brought in to take its spot, and then she signed it and the lot over to a woman she introduced me to at the nearby foodbank. The woman promised it would serve families in need, and Raven chose to believe her, and then she filled their shelves with a promise to keep it coming.

We sat back and watched as light poles were installed in the trailer park, then tested out the swings of the new jungle gym she picked out, the kids from the park right there with us.

After that, I took her to the beach.

She’d never been, and the weather was getting warmer so getting her to leave was hard, but we missed Royce and Captain, I know she’s ready to see Victoria, too.