Seize Me
Page 15
“I’ve washed the skank off, Angel,” he murmurs low in my ear. I almost choke on my gummy as I suck in a breath.
Pull it together Winter; he’s just a ridiculous sexy man, that’s all. I slowly turn around and wrap my legs around his waist.
“So if I were to go down on you later, I wouldn’t smell cheap perfume?” I ask as I tongue my gummy bear around in my mouth.
Braxxon leans down, his lips just a whisper from mine. “Never again, Angel.”
As I search his eyes for the meaning behind his words, his lips close the distance, and his tongue swoops in to steal my gummy bear.
“Hey,” I whine as he pulls back, chomping away at my flavored goodness, his full white grin and his eyes taunting me.
“I wonder what these would taste like if I flavored them with your juices,” he says.
What?
“You’re not sticking those anywhere but here.” I point to my mouth.
“We’ll see.”
Kinky bastard.
I shake my head laughing at him.
“So you got me fired. Are you going to entertain my new free time? It’s only logical that you do.”
He looks regretful. Like what he has to say to me, I’m not going to like. Braxxon unwraps my legs from his waist, picks me up, and carries me over to sit on a sofa near the stage.
“I’m only telling you this because you understand a little. You never repeat anything I ever tell you. Do you understand, Winter?”
He used my real name. So this is serious Braxxon, I take it.
“I understand,” I whisper as I twirl my fingers through his freshly washed locks.
“Pyro is on his way to your place with one of the prospects to pick up Hazel and pack up some of your belongings.”
“Can I ask why?”
“It’s safer for you here,” he says quietly, running a finger down the side of my neck.
“Can you be less cryptic, please?”
He sighs closing his eyes. “That feels good.”
“Brax,” I say as I go to remove my fingers. He’s not concentrating.
“When you broke down last week, it was just added fuel to the already blazing fire. I got a call that the spotter that saw Pyro come to get you also got your license plate number. It’s not safe for you and Hazel. That’s all I’m telling you, Angel.”
“So we’re gonna be stuck here in this clubhouse,” I squeak.
“No baby, just on this side of my town until I can get things right,” he murmurs pulling me to his chest, forcing my head to rest on him.
“I’m not happy with this Braxxon. I’ve done this shit before. Hell, I’m only twenty-two years old. I don’t do well with limitations and boundaries. It makes me feel trapped,” I grumble.
“Let me make it right. Just don’t go out of my town. I don’t have to tell you what would happen if they got a hold of you and Hazel do I. I think you can imagine especially if you have a known association with my club.”
That’s just it. I tried to stay away for so many reasons, and this one was a perfect example. I don’t say anything; I just nod. I don’t know what the hell I’ve gotten myself into now. The only thing that’s clear is that I have this connection with this man holding me, and I’m down for the count. His gray eyes grab a hold of my soul and pull me with a force so strong that there is no going backwards, only forward. He now owns me. I tried to stay away, and he’s made that impossible. I couldn’t get away even if I tried.
“You know how to shoot?” Braxxon asks, entwining our hands together.
I sigh. “Yeah, it’s been awhile though.”
“Sniper,” he hollers, causing me to flinch.
His brother comes over holding a beer bottle to his lips looking all kinds of Braxxon like.
“Tomorrow morning take Angel out to shoot. She’s rusty,” he says as he squeezes my fingers.
“Done. Who are you taking with you tonight?” Sniper asks.
“ZZ and Smokey.”
“Prez, I don’t know if I like that,” Sniper says, taking a seat across from us.
“And…,” Braxxon says.
“God, you’re just like him,” Sniper chuckles.
My interest peaks, but I don’t ask which him. I make a note to try to pay attention to Braxxon and his brother more closely if I’m gonna be stuck here.
“Mmm,” Braxxon replies.
“So you can shoot.” Snipers looks at me.
“Yes… just don’t ask me why I had to learn,” I mumble. “My life is off limits. Like my knowing club business is off limits.”
“I like her,” he chuckles.
Braxxon tenses underneath me. “I like her too,” he growls.
Sniper must take that as his queue to leave because he says nothing. He just gets up and walks away. I lean up and look into Braxxon’s gray eyes. I know nothing about this man that has seized me. Absolutely nothing and I can’t and won’t ask. It’s not fair; if I won’t share then I don’t expect him to answer my questions.
“Hey, where did you go just now?” I ask, trailing my fingers across his piercings.
“I’m right here. I have something to do tonight. The prospects are at your disposal. Anything you want, they can get you. Pyro will get them to take your belongings to my apartment when he gets here. Put it anywhere you want. I’m gonna fix this. I promise, Angel.”
I’m guessing he’s talking about my lack of freedom. He’s closed off. I don’t think I like playing the guessing game with him already.
Pull it together Winter; he’s just a ridiculous sexy man, that’s all. I slowly turn around and wrap my legs around his waist.
“So if I were to go down on you later, I wouldn’t smell cheap perfume?” I ask as I tongue my gummy bear around in my mouth.
Braxxon leans down, his lips just a whisper from mine. “Never again, Angel.”
As I search his eyes for the meaning behind his words, his lips close the distance, and his tongue swoops in to steal my gummy bear.
“Hey,” I whine as he pulls back, chomping away at my flavored goodness, his full white grin and his eyes taunting me.
“I wonder what these would taste like if I flavored them with your juices,” he says.
What?
“You’re not sticking those anywhere but here.” I point to my mouth.
“We’ll see.”
Kinky bastard.
I shake my head laughing at him.
“So you got me fired. Are you going to entertain my new free time? It’s only logical that you do.”
He looks regretful. Like what he has to say to me, I’m not going to like. Braxxon unwraps my legs from his waist, picks me up, and carries me over to sit on a sofa near the stage.
“I’m only telling you this because you understand a little. You never repeat anything I ever tell you. Do you understand, Winter?”
He used my real name. So this is serious Braxxon, I take it.
“I understand,” I whisper as I twirl my fingers through his freshly washed locks.
“Pyro is on his way to your place with one of the prospects to pick up Hazel and pack up some of your belongings.”
“Can I ask why?”
“It’s safer for you here,” he says quietly, running a finger down the side of my neck.
“Can you be less cryptic, please?”
He sighs closing his eyes. “That feels good.”
“Brax,” I say as I go to remove my fingers. He’s not concentrating.
“When you broke down last week, it was just added fuel to the already blazing fire. I got a call that the spotter that saw Pyro come to get you also got your license plate number. It’s not safe for you and Hazel. That’s all I’m telling you, Angel.”
“So we’re gonna be stuck here in this clubhouse,” I squeak.
“No baby, just on this side of my town until I can get things right,” he murmurs pulling me to his chest, forcing my head to rest on him.
“I’m not happy with this Braxxon. I’ve done this shit before. Hell, I’m only twenty-two years old. I don’t do well with limitations and boundaries. It makes me feel trapped,” I grumble.
“Let me make it right. Just don’t go out of my town. I don’t have to tell you what would happen if they got a hold of you and Hazel do I. I think you can imagine especially if you have a known association with my club.”
That’s just it. I tried to stay away for so many reasons, and this one was a perfect example. I don’t say anything; I just nod. I don’t know what the hell I’ve gotten myself into now. The only thing that’s clear is that I have this connection with this man holding me, and I’m down for the count. His gray eyes grab a hold of my soul and pull me with a force so strong that there is no going backwards, only forward. He now owns me. I tried to stay away, and he’s made that impossible. I couldn’t get away even if I tried.
“You know how to shoot?” Braxxon asks, entwining our hands together.
I sigh. “Yeah, it’s been awhile though.”
“Sniper,” he hollers, causing me to flinch.
His brother comes over holding a beer bottle to his lips looking all kinds of Braxxon like.
“Tomorrow morning take Angel out to shoot. She’s rusty,” he says as he squeezes my fingers.
“Done. Who are you taking with you tonight?” Sniper asks.
“ZZ and Smokey.”
“Prez, I don’t know if I like that,” Sniper says, taking a seat across from us.
“And…,” Braxxon says.
“God, you’re just like him,” Sniper chuckles.
My interest peaks, but I don’t ask which him. I make a note to try to pay attention to Braxxon and his brother more closely if I’m gonna be stuck here.
“Mmm,” Braxxon replies.
“So you can shoot.” Snipers looks at me.
“Yes… just don’t ask me why I had to learn,” I mumble. “My life is off limits. Like my knowing club business is off limits.”
“I like her,” he chuckles.
Braxxon tenses underneath me. “I like her too,” he growls.
Sniper must take that as his queue to leave because he says nothing. He just gets up and walks away. I lean up and look into Braxxon’s gray eyes. I know nothing about this man that has seized me. Absolutely nothing and I can’t and won’t ask. It’s not fair; if I won’t share then I don’t expect him to answer my questions.
“Hey, where did you go just now?” I ask, trailing my fingers across his piercings.
“I’m right here. I have something to do tonight. The prospects are at your disposal. Anything you want, they can get you. Pyro will get them to take your belongings to my apartment when he gets here. Put it anywhere you want. I’m gonna fix this. I promise, Angel.”
I’m guessing he’s talking about my lack of freedom. He’s closed off. I don’t think I like playing the guessing game with him already.
