Chapter Three
L egend
I deepen the kiss.
Fuck. Brae tastes just like I remember.
I’ve thought about this moment a million times over the last year. About what I would do differently if I got another chance with her. The fact that she showed up at the clubhouse tonight, of all nights, on the exact day that I’m released from prison has to be a sign from the gods.
Message received.
My hands roam over her body; I walk her backwards toward the bed. She’s lost weight since I last saw her. I can feel her ribs and the sharp angles of her hips that are pressed against mine. I growl into her mouth, pissed off that she had to struggle while I was locked up.
It’s a reminder that she’s been struggling, and it pisses me off.
I’m going to fix everything, but first, I need this—need her.
Her legs hit the back of the bed, and she falls backwards, pulling me down with her. I catch myself on my elbows, caging her in without breaking our kiss.
Mine. It echoes through my mind as her hands slide up my chest, my shoulders, then tangle in my hair.
Fuck yes, I missed this.
Pulling back, I start to trail kisses down her neck, stopping to nip at her collarbone as I slowly make my way south.
Braelynn gasps, arching into me.
That’s right, baby. I know your body; I know exactly what you like.
“Legend,” she breathes, her voice desperate.
“Patience, baby,” I say against her heated skin.
She whimpers and my lips turn up.
Taking my time, I slip a hand under the hem of her shirt. My fingers skim along her soft skin and she shivers. I feel ten feet tall when her body responds to my touch like it always has.
“Please, Legend.”
My eyes go to her face, and my chest rumbles.
I shove her shirt up, exposing her stomach and her breasts. She’s wearing a simple black bra, nothing fancy, but fuck if it isn’t the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. I dip my head, trailing kisses along the edge of the lace, teasing her.
She squirms beneath me, her hips lifting, searching for contact.
Slipping my hand under her back, I use two fingers to pop the clasp of her bra and free her breasts. As the fabric gives way, I immediately notice that her tits are fuller than I remember, probably from the pregnancy and nursing our son. Cupping one in my hand, I brush my thumb over her nipple. Her eyes flutter closed from the sensation. Watching the pleasure play out on her face, I dip my head and take the other in my mouth, swirling my tongue around the tight peak.
“Oh god,” she moans, her fingers digging into my hair, holding me to her.
I lavish attention on her breasts, switching from one to the other until she’s writhing beneath me. Moving lower, I kiss every inch of her skin like it’s sacred ground. Because to me, it is.
This woman is a fucking goddess and I’ll worship her until the day I die.
When I reach the waistband of her jeans, I pause, looking up at her. Her eyes are hazy with desire, her cheeks flushed, her lips swollen from my kisses. She’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
“Is this okay?” I ask, my voice rough. I need to hear her say it, need to know she wants this as much as I do.
She nods, her breath hitching. “Yes,” she whispers. “Please, Legend. It’s been too long.”
Fuck yes it has.
With shaking hands, I pop the button of her jeans and slowly slide down the zipper. Brae lifts her hips, helping me as I pull them down her legs, taking her socks and shoes with them. She’s sprawled out before me in nothing but a pair of black lace panties.
Sitting back on my heels, I take a moment to just look at her.
She’s perfect. Every curve, every line, every freckle—all thoughts halt when I notice the silver strips around her belly. Reverently, I reach out to touch them.
“Legend—” Brae moves her hand to stop me, but I bat it away.
“Don’t try to fucking hide from me, Brae. These,” I smooth my fingers across her belly. “These are so goddamn sexy.”
“They’re not,” she whispers.
My chest rumbles as I snatch her hand into mine and press it against my aching cock. “You feel that?”
Her cheeks turn a shade of crimson. Brae’s always been shy in the bedroom, something I fucking love about her. Her honesty—her innocence.
“You’re beautiful, Brae. And these—” I shake my head in pure fucking wonder. How do I make her see the fact that it was my son she carried inside her body is fucking everything?
My dick gives a hard kick against my zip, reminding me it’s been over a year since he’s seen any action.
“Gonna work on that shit in your head later. Right now, I need to fuck you,” I admit as I smooth my hands up her legs, starting at her ankles and continuing to move up, up, up.
She shivers under my touch, her breath coming in shallow gasps. “Please, Legend. Please stop teasing me,” she begs.
I growl, loving the sound of my name on her lips. It’s been far too long since I’ve heard it.
“It’s Christmas Eve, baby. I want to enjoy opening my present,” I say, my eyes locked on the damp spot on her panties, showing me how much she wants this.
How much she wants me.
It’s a heady feeling.
She groans in frustration, but I ignore her protest as I lean down, pressing a kiss to the inside of her thigh.
Braelynn jolts, a soft cry escaping her lips.
Fuck yes.
I do it again.
And again.
And again, moving higher until I’m at the edge of her panties and her scent fills my nostrils.
“This what you want, Brae?” I hook my fingers under the lace and pull, slowly sliding them down her legs.
She’s completely bare to me now, open and vulnerable.
Meeting her eyes, I hold her stare as I lower my head and swipe my tongue along her slit.
Her taste explodes on my tongue, sweet and tangy and all Braelynn.
She cries out, her hips bucking against my mouth. I grip her thighs, holding her still as I dive in to feast on her pussy.
“Legend,” she cries out my name.
I slip a finger inside her, then another, crooking them just right.
“Baby,” she gasps, her fingers tangling in my hair, holding me right where she needs. “Oh god.”
I look up at her, my mouth still latched onto her pussy as my fingers move inside her. Her eyes are wild, her face flushed, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
“Come for me, baby.”
And just like I knew she would, her body starts to quake before her inner pussy squeezes my fingers.
I lift my head, watching as she rides out her orgasm with my tongue and fingers working in tandem to draw out every last drop of her pleasure.
When she finally comes down, her body limp and sated, I press a soft kiss to her inner thigh.
Crawling up her body, I kiss every inch of skin as I go.
“I needed that,” she hums as her arms loop around my back and her legs fall open, cradling me between them.
“Not done with you yet,” I growl, my dick begging to get inside her wet pussy that’s soaking my jeans.
I grind against her, a hint that I’m about to put us both out of our misery.
“Legend,” she moans.
Breaking away from her hold, I sit back on my heels. Brae’s teeth sink into her pouty lip as she watches me strip down to my birthday suit.
“Legend,” she breathes.
Ignoring her, I reach over into the nightstand for a condom but come up empty-handed.
“Fuck. I don’t have any wraps,” I groan, dropping onto my hand beside her head and burying my face in the crook of her neck. This cannot be fucking happening.
Brae’s hands smooth up and down my back. “I’m on the pill and haven’t been with anyone since the last time we were together.”
I jerk back, not sure if she’s saying what I think she’s saying. “Gonna let me fuck you bare, baby?”
“If you want.” I can see the vulnerability staring up at me as her teeth sink deeper into her bottom lip.
“You saying you’ve haven’t been with anyone else?”
She moves her head up and down against the pillow.
“I’ve never gone bare with anyone, baby.”
Her eyes soften as she searches my face. “I trust you,” she whispers.
My body jolts. Her words are like a jump start to my heart. She has no idea what those three words mean to me. “Fuck, Brae.”
Desperate to empty my balls, I crash my lips to hers and groan when I feel her hand slip between us and wrap around my cock. She pumps twice before sliding the head between her folds and coating me in her honey. Flexing my hips to position myself at her entrance, I hold her stare as I slowly slip inside her.
I groan in pleasure.
She’s so fucking tight, her little pussy gripping my cock in a chokehold. “Am I hurting you?” I ask through gritted teeth, forcing myself not to move so I don’t come just from being inside her.
She wraps her legs around my waist and pulls me deeper.
“Shit,” I hiss, my forehead pressed to hers.
“I’m okay,” she pants.
Thank fuck.
Drawing my hips back, I start to move. Slowly at first, then faster, harder.
“Yes,” Brae cries, her hips lifting to meet mine and her nails digging into my back. Our bodies move together in perfect sync until finally I hear her breath hitch just before her muscles clench around me.
“Baby,” she pants.
“Give it to me,” I growl, feeling how close she is.
Sliding my hand between us, I rub her clit in fast circles, needing her to find her release before I go off without her.
“Ah!” she cries out, her back bowing as her orgasm rockets her over the edge.
“Fuck yes. So good.” It’s too fucking good. I can’t hold back any longer. With one final hard thrust, I bury my cock deep inside her and come hard.
Sated, spent, I fall onto the bed beside her.
“Wow.” I turn my head to find Brae staring at me.
“Wow?” I chuckle, my breathing still labored.
“I forgot how good we are at that.” She laughs.
I can’t say the same. She’s all I’ve thought about for the last year.
Scooting closer into her space, I press a kiss to her lips and pull her against me.
Brae shimmies even closer. Her head going to my chest as her arm drapes across my middle.
This feels right. Her here—at my place, in my arms, in my bed.
“Missed this, missed you,” I admit as I stroke her hair, my fingers tangling in the soft strands.
She sighs.
“Why did you leave?” she asks as she watches her fingers trace patterns on my chest.
I sigh, knowing she deserves to know the truth. “I got into a fight at a bar when I caught some jack-off putting his hands on a woman.” Just thinking about that big fucker beating on his woman pisses me off.
“I don’t know what you mean.”
My lips twitch. Always so impatient.
“I’m getting there.” I slide my hand down and pinch her ass, making her squeal.
“Okay. Okay.”
“Like I was saying. I got in a bar fight and was arrested. Because of my affiliation with the club, the judge threw the book at me.”
“What!?” she shrieks, sitting up on her ass. “That’s bullshit. You were trying to help, and they locked you up?”
“I broke the law, baby. Doesn’t matter why I did it. Not to them anyway.”
Her shoulders fall. “I’m sorry, babe. That’s bullshit, no matter what you say.” She looks down at her hands clasped in her lap and I can see the wheels turning. “How much time?” she asks, lifting her head to look at me.
“A year,” I admit.
Her eyes go as wide as saucers. “A year? And it never occurred to you to let me know? I thought you ghosted me, Legend.”
I shake my head, regret heavy in my chest. “I’m sorry I hurt you, Brae, but I didn’t think we had anything serious. I didn’t think you’d care.”
She sits up straighter, her eyes flashing with anger. “We had a baby together, Legend. That’s pretty fucking serious.”
When I see that she’s about to bolt, I sit up and reach for her. “I know that now. But back then, we were just fucking. I know how shitty that sounds, but that’s what it was, Brae. We didn’t know each other, not really.”
She pulls away from me, her arms wrapping around herself, and I hate that the truth is hurting her. A year behind bars gave me plenty of time to think about what I wanted when I got out and she’s it. She always was, I was just too fucking selfish to admit it.
“You’re right,” she snaps, her voice cold. “We didn’t know each other. And maybe we still don’t.”
“Knock it off, Brea,” I growl, reaching out and pulling her into my lap. I get that she’s pissed and I deserve it, but I’m not letting her fucking go. Not after spending a year without her—not after realizing how fucking perfect she is. She can be mad, but she’s going to be mad right here, where she belongs.
“Let me go.” She struggles, but I tighten my arms around her, refusing to do any such thing. Huffing and puffing and working up a sweat, she continues to fight me.
“Ain’t letting you go, baby. Get it out of your system. Scream, yell, kick, whatever the fuck you need to do. But, baby… you’re mine and that ain’t fucking changing.”
Her body goes still. “What?”
“You heard me. You’re mine.”
I hear a sniffle a split second before her body begins to shake. Fuck.
“I’m sorry, baby,” I murmur, pressing my lips against her temple. “I’m so fucking sorry, Brae. Please don’t cry. I should have called you, should have told you what was happening. I fucked up.”
Her body goes lax as she continues to cry.
Long minutes later, her body goes even more lax, and her head falls back onto my shoulder, and I can see the tears still wet on her cheeks.
“Please, baby?—”
“I’m sorry too,” she whispers, cutting me off. “I should have tried harder to find you.”
I shake my head, my arms tightening around her more. “No, baby. This isn’t on you. This is on me. I fucked up, and I’m going to make it right. I promise.”
Her eyes close. “You promise?” she whispers.
I nod, my thumb brushing the tears from her cheek. “I promise.”
She opens her eyes and searches my face, looking for the truth in my words. It doesn’t take long for her to see I mean every fucking word. I’m going to fix everything I broke. “Okay,” she whispers.
“Okay?”
“Yes.”
“Thank fuck.” I drop a soft kiss on her lips, sealing my vow. If it takes until I breathe my last breath, I’m going to give my woman and my boy a good fucking life.
A yawn slips past Brae’s lips, and I can see that she’s exhausted. She’s been through so fucking much.
“You need some sleep, baby.”
“Yeah,” she says around another yawn.
Falling back onto the bed with her in my arms, I pull the covers over us both.
“Good night, Legend.“
“Nico.”
Brae lifts her head, her tired eyes full of confusion. “What?”
“My name. It’s Nico Fischer. Earlier you said you couldn’t find me because you didn’t even know my name.” Her cheeks go pink again.
“Nico,” she says, testing it out. I have to admit, hearing it on her lips is doing some funny shit to my chest.
“Good night, Nico.”
Yeah. Definitely like the sound of it coming out of her mouth.
“Good night, Brae.”