Trouble at Brayshaw High (Brayshaw, #2)(55)

His free hand slides up my chest until he’s got the base of my neck in his hand.

Mine shoot out, instinctively sliding across his torso before pausing at his ribcage, and he shudders against me.

He leans forward sliding his lips across my skin until he’s blowing in my ear. “Don’t make me wait, baby. I can’t wait.”

He pulls back, his eyes as black as ever, begging for the first time, as if I could deny him when he looks at me like that.

“Take what you need, Big Man.”

He lifts his finger to his lips, telling me to keep quiet, then his hips move off the seat so he can free himself from his joggers.

His dick sticks up straight and he shifts me, lining perfectly with the tear in my pants and my pussy. He pulls me down on him, pushing on my shoulders to make sure he’s as far in as he can be.

He growls into my chest, flexing inside me, and my breath hitches.

My head goes to fall back but his hand moves, cupping the back of my neck to hold it up.

“Eyes. On... me,” he growls in my ear, a deep guttural moan following and my body quivers against him.

He kisses the hollow of my throat as his free hand grips my hip, showing me how he wants it. I grind into him, my ass playing like a swing, back and forth, back and forth and my legs start to shake.

He tears open my sweater and bites at the flesh of my breasts and I cry against him. His hand flies up to cover my mouth as his teeth clamp over me, tugging until I fall from my bra and he pulls my nipple into his mouth. Scraping his teeth back and forth in opposite directions and I start coming, forcing him still but he growls and knocks my hands away.

Both his hands find my hips now and I drop my face into his chest, squeezing my eyes shut as it becomes too much. I cover my own mouth to keep in my moans as he forces my orgasm longer while fighting for his own.

It only takes a few more seconds before his muscles grow rigid, and his hot cum fills me.

He reaches into my pants and pinches my clit, flexing inside me and I whimper, moving my mouth to his.

“Again,” he breathes against me and I meet his eyes. “Squeeze my dick, baby. Drive me crazy the way only you can.”

I barely register the sound of the vehicle doors opening and closing, but the second they do, Maddoc is no longer fighting for quiet.

He groans loudly, rips my shirt off the rest of the way and lays himself flat across the seat, his knees coming up to rest against my back as I still straddle him.

I drop against them and roll my hips, pushing my ass into him, forcing his dick to angle inside me.

My head falls back onto his knees and he lets me this time.

My moans blend with the music and he’s right there with me.

When I peek at him, I find his eyes closed just the same, so I close mine again.

We fuck each other with no touches and no words, both completely lost in the fucking feeling of him inside me, stretching me. Filling me.

We come for the second time, and I collapse forward against his chest. He pushes my hair from my face and turns my head so he can run his lips over mine.

“I wanna give you what you need,” he whispers. “I’m keeping you.”

That’s the last thing I hear before my eyes close and sleep takes over.



When me and Maddoc woke in the middle of the night, we found we were parked outside the party pad, so we snuck in, me with his sweater pulled over my head since he shredded the shit out of my clothes. We quickly passed out in his designated room upstairs.

Thankfully, he was able to grab me some of Royce’s old sweats that had a tie string and a random T-shirt of his to throw on before we went downstairs to eat with everyone that was allowed to stay over after their little kick back they apparently had last night.

In the kitchen, Cap has some girl on his jock, who insisted on helping him cook and Royce has a straggler in his lap. I know she wasn’t here for him last night, because Maddoc said he was in bed alone when he slipped in there to get me clothes.

I can’t help but smile at the ridiculousness of all this.

All this time I’ve been with them, they’ve been extra on edge or something, always trippin’ on where I was and what I was doing. Things have been tense for them lately.

This scene though, it’s like they’ve jumped back into the roles they filled before me, their minds at total ease while they just let loose and flip off the world in typical Brayshaw fashion – free, horny ass boys.

Well, at least Royce, whose hand keeps mysteriously disappearing under the table.

The girl is feeding him, but every few bites she pauses and starts shaking, her lips clamped shut. After the fourth or fifth time, I laugh, and his eyes bounce to mine.

“Really?” I raise a brow.

He frowns but then winks and moves to whisper in her ear.

Maddoc glares at me, but I laugh and pop a shoulder, right as she fights to hold in her moaning.

I lean closer to Maddoc, speaking for only him to hear. “We could make this a competition, Big Man? Go right here on the table where they can watch this time?”

He glares harder and I laugh loudly.

Obviously, I was joking, and he knows it.

After an hour or so, everyone is kicked out and the cleaning crew arrives.

We move to the porch to wait for them to finish up.

“Hey, what ever happened to those guards from the warehouses? The ones from the night you guys first followed me?” I ask.