Needing Nevaeh(Rockers’ Legacy Book 2)(16)

“I’ve dreamed of these,” he muttered. “I should be shot for all the things I’ve wanted to do to them.”

“Tell me.”

But he shook his head. “Not yet, baby. Soon, I’ll show you. But right now, I’m going to make love to you, not fuck you like an animal.”

Something deep inside me clenched, hard, and I felt my core gush. He must have felt the rush of wetness too, because he cursed almost violently, and suddenly, I was on my back and his face was buried between my breasts. “You’re perfect, you know that? So fucking perfect—and mine.”

I wanted to tell him no one could ever possibly be perfect, but his mouth engulfed my left nipple, sucking it against the roof of his mouth. I lost my entire train of thought, combing my fingers through his hair and holding him against me.

Whatever he was doing with his mouth, it felt so fucking good. I didn’t know my nipples were so sensitive, or that he could make me fall apart just by sucking and scraping his teeth over the engorged points. He moved from one nipple to the other, devouring them each in turn until I was mindless and incoherent, needing relief so badly from the pressure building deep between my thighs that I would have sold my soul for just a taste of it.

When he moved farther down my body, I whimpered my protest, but his lips left a damp trail in his wake until he reached my pelvic bone. Dark eyes looked up at me, silently asking me if this was what I wanted.

“Please,” I panted, feeling like I might pass out if he didn’t kiss me where I ached the most. “I hurt so bad, Braxton. Make it stop.”

“Ah, Kitten,” he groaned, his breath fanning over my wet folds. “You should have said you were in pain.”

“I… Oh God!” I cried out as he brushed his tongue over my pulsing clit and then sucked it between his lips. Stars flashed before my eyes, and I quickly clenched them closed, but they continued to burst behind my lids. I pushed my hips up, grinding against his face in search of fulfillment that was just beyond my reach.

Braxton thrust two fingers inside me, barely going deep enough to press against the barrier that proclaimed me as an innocent. That was all I needed before I was screaming his name. Everything inside me exploded and fused back together in a single instant, shattering and melding into place so rapidly I was sure I lost consciousness for a few seconds before reality set back in.

Gasping for breath, I opened my eyes to find Braxton pushing his basketball shorts down his legs.

Holy hell.

I had no idea how he was going to fit inside me without splitting me in half. He was so thick and long, I was sure he would spear right through me and pierce my heart.

He wrapped his fingers around his shaft, pumping himself up and down as he stood over me, the tip leaking thick, creamy liquid I suddenly had the urge to taste.

“I know you’re on the pill, and I’m clean, baby. There’s been no one since I lost my leg. But if you aren’t comfortable with me going bare—”

“I want to feel you,” I interrupted him, and his eyes became hooded.

Braxton climbed over me, supporting himself with one hand while he guided his cock to my entrance. The tip skimmed over my swollen clit, making me jerk in renewed pleasure, a weak moan leaving me as I spread my legs wider in an attempt to accommodate him.

We both gasped when the head of his cock pushed inside me. I felt him begin to shake as he thrust into me until he broke that thin barrier. Remorse filled his eyes when our gazes locked. “I’m sorry, baby,” he gritted out before pushing his hips forward and tearing through.

I bit my lip to keep from crying out in pain, but it quickly faded, followed by the most intense feeling of…fullness. I squirmed underneath him, but I couldn’t escape the feeling no matter how I shifted.

The entire time, Braxton remained completely still above me, letting me take as long to adjust to his invasion as I needed. I could tell it cost him. His jaw was clenched hard, sweat dripping down his face and chest, his breathing labored.

Lifting my hand, I cupped the side of his face. “It’s okay,” I assured him. “It doesn’t hurt anymore.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want to cause you pain, Kitten.”

I shifted under him again, moaning at the delicious fullness now. “You feel so good, Brax. Please move.”

“Baby,” he growled. “You feel so fucking good. Nothing has ever been this good.”

I felt myself glowing under his words even as my body began to quicken with every thrust of his hips. I’d dreamed of this—one more first with the only man I’d ever wanted to have every first with—and reality was a million times better than any fantasy I’d had over the years.

He rocked his hips against me, his thrusts becoming harder, more demanding. I liked that he was losing control. That he couldn’t hold on to that superhero-like willpower of his that he must have been exerting for so damn long.

“Baby,” he growled. “I’m gonna come. Want you with me.” His thumb grazed over my clit, and suddenly I was hanging right on the edge again.

“Braxton!” I cried, my nails biting into his sides. “Harder, please. I’m almost… I’m going to… Oh fuck!”

His hips stopped as soon as my orgasm hit me, and he just held himself over me, watching as I fell apart for him while he was deep inside me. Panting, I looked up at him through my lashes, barely able to keep my eyes open after two powerful releases.

“Kitten,” he growled, his hips suddenly pistoning into me as if he had no control over his own body.

His cock became even harder and more engorged inside me, and with the next thrust, his entire body stiffened. Braxton threw his head back, a look of pure agony on his face as he bellowed, “Goddamn, Kitten,” and exploded inside me.

I felt him going off inside me, the liquid proof of his release filling me. It was hot and thick, and it felt so good, my entire body trembled with a mini orgasm.

Exhausted, he fell on top of me, his delicious weight pressing me deeper into the mattress. I stroked my fingers up and down his muscular back while he tried to catch his breath. But only a minute later, he was lifting his head, cursing himself for crushing me.

“Sorry, Kitten,” he murmured, turning onto his side and pulling me in close. Our naked bodies were still covered in sweat, and I shivered because the heat wasn’t enough to warm me after having his warmth blanket me moments before.

Reaching down, he grabbed the comforter and pulled it up over us. “Are you okay?” he asked quietly, kissing me tenderly. “Did I…hurt you?”

I quickly shook my head. “I loved everything you did to me,” I told him honestly, and I felt the tension release from his muscles.

Kissing me again, he tucked my head under his chin and let out a heavy exhale. “Which room do you want to make ours? This one is a little smaller than mine, but I’m okay with whichever one you want to stay in.”

I gasped in surprise. “You want us to share a room?”

I felt the vibrations of his deep laugh all the way to the tips of my toes, my nipples hardening instantly. “Kitten, you are mine now. I’m not sleeping anywhere but beside you from here on out.”

Everything inside me melted. A content smile lifted my lips, and I closed my eyes, welcoming sleep.





Chapter 14

Nevaeh





I didn’t have a Monday class, so I slept in the next morning and then vegged out around the house all day. Having traveled so much my entire life, my body was used to it, so jet lag wasn’t something I suffered from. But after the weekend I’d just had, I was slow-moving and just wanted to curl up into a ball on the couch while eating comfort food.

Braxton stayed with me the whole time, and while it didn’t make the heartache I felt over my dad go away, it did make it easier to handle. I didn’t cry, but when it seemed like I was going to, he would distract me in ways that left me mewling like the kitten he called me.

By the time I left for my first class on Tuesday, I no longer felt like I was going to crumble at every single thought of Daddy and his illness. Like always, Braxton walked me to campus, and we stopped for coffee at the café. In the beginning, Braxton walking me to class had annoyed the hell out of me. It was as if he thought I was a little kid who needed a big, strong man to hold my hand and fight all my battles. But over time, I’d gotten used to it, and if I was honest, I’d grown to like it. Now that we were together, I was all too happy to let him be his normal alpha self and hold my hand while we walked to my classes.

With his hand at the small of my back, we approached the counter. “You want a muffin, baby?” he asked as he gave the guy behind the register our drink orders. Braxton knew my favorite, and I hadn’t even had to tell him what I wanted.

“Do they have any double chocolate?” I asked hopefully. I felt like I’d gained a good ten pounds from all the carbs I’d gorged on the day before, but I didn’t even care.

“There are two left,” the barista told him.

“We’ll take both to go,” Braxton told him and handed over his card.

I’d given up trying to pay for my own things a long time ago. In the past two years, I’d rarely had to use the cards my parents had given me because no matter what it was or how much it cost, Braxton always paid for my stuff. I’d felt bad about him spending money on me until he told me to just let him take care of me.