Needing Nevaeh(Rockers’ Legacy Book 2)(3)

A whine drew my attention away from the Marine vet to see an older German shepherd walking slowly behind him. There was gray in her fur, and she moved like her entire body hurt. From the many phone conversations I’d had with Braxton in the last several months, I knew her name was Sasha and she was seventeen. I knew a lot about the dog, had even fallen in love with her just from the stories he’d told me about her.

But upon seeing her in person, I felt my heart instantly leap, and I found myself greeting her like an old friend. “Hello, sweet puppy,” I murmured as I crouched down in front of her, letting her sniff my hand.

I was rewarded with a soft lick to my palm, then one to my chin. I hugged her neck gently, afraid to hurt her. Sasha’s tail wagged happily, and she buried her snout in my neck, making me giggle.

“Sasha, easy,” Braxton’s deep voice commanded, surprising me with its closeness. Lifting my head, I found him standing beside us. Crouching, he smoothed his hand down the dog’s back. “She likes you,” he murmured. “She’s not normally all over people.”

“I’m not people,” I said, scratching her head. “I’m Sasha’s. Right, Sasha baby?” She whined as if agreeing with me, and I laughed. “See? She claimed me.”

“That’s because Sasha is a smart girl. Aren’t you, precious?” he cooed to the dog, stroking her fur.

“Hey, you two,” Mia called out. “Food’s getting cold. Come eat.”

Glancing around, I realized we were the only ones in the living room and Braxton was very, very close. Heat instantly filled my face, and I cleared my throat as I straightened, thankful I wasn’t spewing all the things in my head out into reality for him to hear. Like that I wanted him to brush his massive hands down my back like he was Sasha, or that I wanted him to claim me as his just as the dog had.

When he stood, he reached out, stroking the backs of his knuckles down my cheek. “I’m glad you’re here,” he said with a smile before walking into the kitchen.

I stood there, my heart pounding in my chest, and watched him walk away. “Me too,” I whispered, touching my fingers to my cheek where his had made contact.





Chapter 2

Braxton





I t was snowing as I walked across campus. My first class of the day wasn’t for another hour, but Mia and Nevaeh each had one that was about to end. Thankfully, they were both in the same building.

“Hey, Braxton,” someone called out, and I didn’t even look to see who it was. I tossed up my hand in a salute and kept walking.

Opening the door, I walked into a wall of heat, and my muscles started to relax a little as I walked toward Nevaeh’s class first. Before I reached the thick, closed door, it opened and students started spilling out.

None of them was my kitten, though.

I waited impatiently for everyone to exit then walked in to find Nevaeh talking to the professor. Arguing was a better word for it.

“Look,” she said, frustration heavy in her voice as she waved her hand to the whiteboard where some crazy math equation took up the entire space. “You miscalculated here, and then again here.”

“How could you possibly know that just by looking at the equation, Miss Stevenson?” the professor, a man in his late forties, demanded in a tone that suggested Nevaeh couldn’t dream of knowing more than him.

“My brain is like a computer when it comes to math,” she said with a shrug as if it were no big deal. “I understand mistakes are part of life, but if you can’t correct yourself, how will you ever learn?”

“If you know so much, why are you even in this class?” he demanded. “Sounds like you think you already know more than me.”

She shrugged. “Probably. But apparently this class is required for my major.”

“Miss Stevenson—”

I quickly moved forward when I heard the coldness in his tone. Fuck no, he wasn’t going to talk to my little kitten like that. I would knock his damn teeth down his throat before I let him hurt her feelings. “Nevaeh, are you ready?”

She snapped her head around and smiled warmly, seeming to forget about the professor and his mistakes. I glanced at the board again, amusement making my lips twitch that she’d caught this dick in not one, but two mistakes when it looked like a foreign language to me.

“You didn’t have to come get me,” she said as she walked back to her desk and started packing up her things.

“I want to make sure you get to your next class with no issues,” I told her as I picked up her backpack.

She rolled her blue-gray eyes at me, but she couldn’t hide the pleasure in them. “You’re worse than a new father, you know that? I mean, I’m fairly sure I can read a map if I did happen to get lost.”

“I don’t doubt that for a second,” I assured her with a grin as we left the room and walked toward the exit. As we reached it, Mia came down the stairs nearby and met us at the door.

“I need coffee,” she complained.

“Me too,” Nevaeh agreed, lifting her eyes to me hopefully. “Do you have time before your class?”

Grinning, I tossed an arm over Mia’s shoulders and steered them in the direction of the campus café. “There is always time for coffee.”

The café was crowded when we walked in. Mia grumbled unhappily as she pushed her way through students to get to the front so we could order. I kept closer to Nevaeh but made sure Mia was in my line of sight at all times. Old habits died hard, and I was constantly assessing a room for dangers to the girls as they studied the menu while a group of guys ordered in front of us.

They finally stepped out of the way so the girl at the cash register could take our orders, and I waited for the girls to make their selection before ordering a black coffee along with a bagel and handed over one of my credit cards.

“I can pay,” Nevaeh said as she opened her backpack to grab her wallet.

“Your money’s no good here, Kitten,” I told her with a smirk as I took the receipt.

That only got me an adorable huff as she went to stand in line to get her drink.

“Grab my drink, guys. I’m going to find us a table,” Mia instructed.

I swallowed my groan, my muscles tensing as I tried to watch her in the crowd now that she wasn’t within arm’s reach and still keep an eye on Nevaeh. I was so focused on Mia as she spoke to a group that appeared to be leaving their table that I didn’t even realize someone had been talking to Nevaeh for several seconds.

“…should come. Our house is just off campus.”

“I’ll think about it,” Nevaeh replied, and I snapped my head around so fast, I almost gave myself whiplash.

I took in the tool who was talking to her. Dark-wash jeans, a fraternity hoodie, and overly gelled hair. I put him at twenty, maybe a little older, with an addiction to teeth-whitening, given how blindingly white his teeth were when he flashed a smile at my kitten.

Nevaeh was barely paying attention to the guy, her gaze shifting toward the counter where the baristas were placing drinks and calling out names.

“Here, take my number and text me if you decide to come. I’ll make sure you have a great time,” the tool said, reaching out to take Nevaeh’s phone from her hand.

I grabbed his wrist before he could touch it and twisted his arm behind his back. “She doesn’t want your number, dumbass. The girl isn’t interested.”

“Braxton,” she admonished, but there was more amusement in her voice than displeasure. “Don’t break his arm.”

“Dude,” the tool whined. “I was just inviting her to a party. Geesh, relax.”

“She doesn’t want to go to your fucking party, asshole.” I released him and pushed him back a few feet. “Get lost.”

“Who the fuck are you anyway? Her brother?”

I took a menacing step toward him. “No, but I’ll be your worst nightmare if you come near her again.”

Soft hands touched my arm, stopping me from getting in the guy’s face and, surprisingly, calming the rage that was just below the surface, ready to erupt and blow the café apart. “Excuse us,” she murmured to the guy as she tugged me toward the counter. “Our drinks are ready.”

I kept her hand in mine, asking the server for a tray so I could carry the drinks and my bagel without having to let her go. She took her drink and then glanced around for Mia.

“You don’t have to scare every person who talks to me, you know,” she commented as we made our way through the crowd toward the table where Mia was camped out, waiting on us. She had her phone out, texting rapidly, and I figured she was either talking to her mom or Barrick. “Not everyone is the boogeyman who will snatch me and chop me into tiny pieces.”

“You don’t know that,” I grumbled. “And I wasn’t worried so much about the tiny pieces thing as him trying to get in your panties.”

A tiny laugh escaped her, and she glanced up at me through her lashes. “If I didn’t know better, I would say you were jealous.” She laughed again and tugged her hand free of mine so she could pull out a chair for herself.

I stood there for a second, just looking down at her. Did she honestly think I wasn’t jealous? The girl was smart as hell but apparently blind as a bat, even with her glasses on. I was so eaten up with jealousy whenever any guy looked at her, it was a wonder I didn’t lose my shit every ten minutes.