“I need you to open your eyes, baby. Please?”
His voice is gentle as if he’s trying to caress me with it. I’m a nervous wreck, and I need my anxiety meds quickly.
“Please?” He pleads.
I inhale and slowly reopen my eyes. Whatever he sees causes him to sigh and drop his head to the crook of my neck. His hands rub up and down my arms causing me to shiver.
“I’m so fucking sorry,” he mumbles against my skin.
Tears start falling freely from my eyes as I reply to his apology. “I know.”
His hands fall from my arms and grip at my hips. I’ve never seen ZZ like this. I don’t know how to respond.
“This is shit, baby,” he mumbles again against my skin.
The sound of a throat clearing draws us away from whatever this is, and ZZ’s hands squeeze my hips tightly as he growls against my shoulder and neck.
ZZ ignores Randy’s throat clearing and straightens himself to look into my eyes. “Did you mean it?” His chocolate eyes beg for the truth.
“I did.” I reply. I don’t need him to specify his question. I know what he’s asking. He wants to know if I truly love him. It’s not the first time he’s asked, and I’m sure it won’t be the last.
“Text me when you get home.” He demands.
“I will.”
He steps away shaking his head, but not before giving Randy an evil look. I watch as ZZ walks to his bike parked in front of the building. I don’t even notice Randy’s movement until he places his hand on my lower back drawing my attention to him. I peer one more time at ZZ and watch as his head drops in his hands as he sits on his bike.
“SHIT!” ZZ roars thru his hands.
Another tear leaks slowly down my cheek as I let Randy lead me to his car to take me home. It makes me feel like shit knowing this is bothering him so much. We’ve grown close, and I think he’s worried about our friendship fading. That just encourages me more to make this work. He needs my friendship, and I love him so much. That’s exactly what I’ll give him, even if it kills me to do so.
“I’m ready,” I say quietly to Randy.
“Will you be okay?”
“I’ll be fine Randy. I just need my anxiety medicine is all.”
I have a feeling he wasn’t talking about my anxiety. I respect him enough not to talk about my business with ZZ even though it would be nice to get it out. I decide I’ll talk with Winter and Piper tomorrow at work.
Chapter Five
Winter
Storm’s been moping around all day. I can tell something’s bothering her. During the wedding planning, she’s barely said two words. She was more excited about my wedding than I was, so I know something is digging at her fucking bad.
“Angel,” Braxxon breathes from behind me.
I smile as I turn around. “Hey baby,” I coo.
“You were thinkin’ pretty hard there babe. What’s up?” he asks while wrapping his arms around me.
“Somethin’s up with Storm. She’s been quiet all day.”
Braxxon cringes in my arms causing me to pull away. He’s hiding shit from me. He only cringes when he doesn’t wanna tell me he knows shit I dunno.
“Talk,” I demand, pulling away and crossing my arms across my chest, raising my tits in the air more. What? I never said I fight fair. He might need a little incentive.
“Stop pushing those tits up; it’ll just make me wanna fuck you,” he growls.
I roll my eyes. “You always wanna fuck me. Now talk!”
“You’re right. Dammit! ZZ asked me what it felt like to be in love last night at the club.”
Oh? My eyes widen. I motion with a go on gesture.
“I swear babe I will fuckin’ take away eating your pussy for a month if you say anything!”
Oh yeah fucking right! That motherfucker can’t go two days without tasting my juices. But still I appease him.
“Cross my heart,” I tease.
“Baby I’m serious. He’s my fuckin’ brother. This shit is supposed to stay confidential. Dammit woman, you make me break all kinds of fuckin’ rules!”
“Yeah, yeah I got it. Now fuckin’ talk; you’re pissing me off!”
“Testy little bitch today.” He chuckles at me.
Most women would get pissed if their man called them a bitch and I used to, but now it’s fuckin’ hot as hell.
“Fine. Storm admitted that she loved him, and he’s all fucked up about it.”
I don’t see what’s so different about any other time she’s told him. Maybe it’s just now getting to him? I throw my head to the side searching out for where Storm went off too. I’m not liking this.
“Braxx,” I whisper.