Be My Brayshaw (Brayshaw High #4)(115)

“What, ZoZo?” she responds, resting her cheek against me.

“Miss Maybell said we can make cookies tomorrow, with M&M’s. Want me to make one for you?”

“Can I have extra M&M’s?”

She laughs, picking up the plastic brush in front of her and brushing the giant Barbie head on her vanity. “Okay, Rora.”

I smile, sliding my head back slightly so my mouth can graze along Victoria’s collarbone, and she inhales deeply.

I drag my lips to her ear. “At some point, we’ll sit her down, and tell her... that you don’t like sweets.”

An airy chuckle leaves her, and she pulls back, but only far enough to where our eyes can meet. “Not a chance.”

I lift my left hand, pushing her hair from her shoulder and her eyes close.

“You, uh, want me to take her for the night?”

We look to the hallway where Royce stands, freshly showered, brow raised.

I chuckle, bending down to kiss Zoey.

“Nah, man,” I say to my brother, looking to Victoria. “I need my girls tonight.”

I look his way and he nods, understanding in his eyes, but then a grin quickly spreads. “Hey, Zoey Bear.”

“Hey Uncle Bro!”

He chuckles. “Let’s go make some popcorn and hot chocolate, taking as absolutely long as humanly possible to do so, and then we can meet Daddy back upstairs?”

Victoria laughs, shaking her head, and Zoey jumps up.

“Can we put cheese on it?” she asks him, running off and snagging a stuffed animal on the way.

I glance at Royce, who puts a hand over his heart as if he’s wounded, but he drops and swoops her in his arms. “Cheese. Like Uncle D?”

Zoey nods. “Yep. Lots and lots of cheese.”

They disappear.

Victoria sets the brush down, and I push to my feet, staring at her.

I grab her by the hand, walking backward from Zoey’s room, into the hall toward hers.

She doesn’t question me, says not a word as she blindly follows where I lead.

Once inside her bathroom, I finally let her go, but only so I can get the water on to let it heat.

I step around her, closing and locking the door and I stay there when her hands land on my back, gliding up and around my shoulders, she massages the muscles there.

My head falls to the door, my breathing deep and full as I focus on her touch, memorizing the span of her fingers and the sound of her breath.

She shifts closer, her lips pressing against my shirt, and I quickly spin to face her.

Her eyes heat at the sight of mine, and slowly she steps back, unbuttoning her jeans, so I follow, both our bottoms hitting the floor together.

She tugs her top from her skin as I do mine, but I dart forward as she attempts to unclip her bra and do it for her.

I haven’t seen her like this, bared for me, so with slow movements I graze her shoulders, my dick twitching against her as she moans from nothing but the feel of my knuckle on her shoulders.

I drop my lips, running them along her skin, kissing as the last piece of clothing hiding her from me hits the floor at our feet.

Her nipples are hard, and she shifts the tiniest bit, sliding them along me, and I groan against her.

She turns her head toward me as I do and when I lift, her lips are right there, mere inches from mine.

My stomach twists in anxiousness, but I force my eyes closed, blindly reaching for her hand and tugging us into the shower, directly under the spray.

I spin her, blocking her body from my view, but it doesn’t work.

Her ass stares right at me, and then my cock is pressing against it, my hands coming around to cup her pussy and pulling her into me even more.

Victoria moans, her head falling to my shoulder, harsh breaths turning to a warm, smoky mist above us with the help of the heated shower.

Her feet shift, legs opening wide and I don’t wait, I push a finger inside, and then another and she gasps, whimpering into the air, but quickly swallows it.

I growl, nipping at her neck and she shakes.

“Sound. Every fucking sound, every word, every need...” I flick my tongue along her skin. “I want. Hold nothing back. Ever. Never. I want to hear what I can do to you. Always.”

A heavy, breathy moan follows and my dick fights for entrance.

I glide along her ass cheeks, as she makes circles on my hand, and she pushes back against me.

“I need to feel you,” she begs. “Not your hands, not your mouth.” Her palms slide down her own body, and she pulls at her nipples, gasping and tightening around me as she does, but they quickly come around, slip between her ass and me. She grips me, squeezing. “This. I want this.”

“I’m gonna give it to you, baby, so fucking soon, but let me take care of you, and then wash you, and then I will fuck you, properly, and in your own bed.”

“Mm,” she hums, stroking me. “As long as I get to come on your cock, Cap, I’m good with that.”

Fuck.

I push into her palm, locking her hands there as I reach forward and pinch at her clit, vibrating my hand as I barely move in and out of her, focusing on the little nub instead.

“Finish me, get me to the bed.” She shakes, her breasts pushing into the air, tempting and teasing me to face them full-on. To grab and squeeze and play with what’s mine and mine alone.

I moan.