41. Your Daddy Is a Sex God
YOUR DADDY IS A SEX GOD
EMBERLEIGH
“Challenge accepted, Miss Carrington.” With that, he rolls me to my back and pins my hands above my head with one of his palms, dropping his mouth to suck me deep.
I gasp and moan, pleasure zinging through me, straight to my core.
“Love the sounds you make. I can’t get enough of that.” He moves his mouth to my other breast while rolling and playing with the first, pinching it ever so quickly, then thumbing the hard nipple in a move that’s bound to drive me nuts.
“Seriously, Braxton, I’m very sensitive. It’s a curse.” The word dies in my mouth because he’s everywhere, sucking and licking, pinching and rolling, flicking and tickling. I need relief. It’s building, and there’s only one way to stop the beautiful, sweet torture.
I wiggle one hand free, which he allows, slide it between my legs, and stroke my sensitive clit until I have my release.
I fall. It’s glorious and beautiful and perfect. I’m freaking exhausted, though, because I’ve had a handful of orgasms, and my body has been wrung of all pleasure.
It’s then that I realize my breasts are erect, pointing straight at the ceiling and free of Braxton Ranger.
I open my eyes and wish I could say I immediately regret it.
But that’s just not true. He’s watching my face.
He looks at my hand between my legs and takes it, putting his mouth around my fingers, sucking them deep.
His other hand released mine above my head sometime, but I have no clue when. And I only know that because he’s fisting his cock, stroking his length to the sight of me making myself come.
“I—” I don’t know what I’m going to say. I’ve never been so satisfied. Never been looked at like I’m this beautiful, this desirable, this… sexy.
I reach for him only to hear them—Colt’s cries.
Braxton rolls his eyes to the ceiling and drops his lids shut, exhaling loudly. “Love that boy, but damn his timing…”
“I got him,” I offer.
But he shakes his head once, climbs off the bed and walks to his room, as naked as the day he was born. I do my business and throw on a tee and yoga pants, when they arrive together in my room.
Colt has lost his onesie and wears just a diaper. Braxton tickles him and talks to him and pretends he’s going to toss him to me. I smile, truly happy, obviously sated, and relaxed.
Braxton climbs onto the bed with Colt and waits for me to rejoin him there. His outstretched hand is almost too familiar. When I get there, Colt flings himself at me, little palms slapping my collarbone.
“Watch the tits,” Braxton says to him but waggles his eyebrows at me.
I can feel my face flame.
“Emberleigh?”
“Yeah?”
“I’ve kissed, touched, sucked damn near every place on your body. How can you blush at that comment?”
I pause as his laugh shakes the bed.
“You blushed harder!” His abs contract as he laughs. “Was it the word sucked? Or the fact I actually did it?” He stares at me, humor written all over him. “Are you not used to dirty talk, Miss Carrington?”
I shake my head once, self-conscious at his words.
“Oh, I’m going to have fun with this.”
I turn an icy gaze on him.
“Oh, the sexually satisfied kitten is going to show her claws?”
“Ugh!” I growl and turn my attention to my nephew. “Colt, your daddy is annoying. Yes, he is.”
“Colt, your daddy is a sex god.”
I can only laugh at that. My body shakes. Colt bounces. And Braxton beams with the relaxed smile of a man who thinks he’s won.
“We should probably feed him,” I say, starting to climb off the bed.
He puts a hand to me to stay my movements. “We should talk about today.”
A knot forms in my throat. My skin feels like ice singes it into flames. And I freeze.
“Braxton, I— There are no words. No, there are plenty of words, but none I’ll utter in front of my nephew.”
“You didn’t know.”
“It’s a good thing I’m holding the most precious thing in the world to me, because I want to pummel you over that comment. Of course, I didn’t know!”
“It was a statement, not a question. I could only assume when the call came in that they were heading this way that you knew.”
“Why?”
“Why not? Don’t get your hackles up. I’m not accusing you of anything. It just seems logical that you would’ve known.”
“There are so many things wrong with that statement.” I hand Colt to him, not trusting the fury flowing through my veins. “One—”
“Here we go,” he mutters.
I growl and continue, “One, ‘don’t get your hackles up’ might as well be ‘calm down.’ That never works.
Don’t say it again. Two, you ‘accusing’ me—” I sketch air quotes.
“I’m supposed to feel better that you assumed I would betray my sister, who I miss more than anyone on the planet, and my nephew, who I love more than anyone on the planet…
but didn’t?! Ugh! And three, no. Fuck it!
How the hell could you believe I would ever be so heinous? ”
“Baby.”
“Don’t you dare fucking baby me!”
I stand and pace, trying to get out the anxious energy vibrating inside me.
He stands, setting Colt on the bed, before pulling his jeans on commando and walking to me. With both hands, he frames my face and drops a hard kiss to my lips.
“I’m not trying to piss you off.”
“Well, you’re succeeding.”
“While I’m at it, I’ll throw this out. You’re fucking beautiful. But you, full of piss and vinegar, with that smart mouth and fire in your eyes? That makes me hard. Always has.”
My mouth gapes, and I’m stunned speechless.
“Didn’t assume the worst about you, baby.
Just learning who you are. And that little boy…
” He turns to the bed where Colt holds his toes and stares at us, before returning his gaze to mine.
“He’s brought out the best in all of us.
And the worst in some of us too. No doubt you’d die to protect him.
Just couldn’t know if you were protecting him from me. And that’s not unfair to think.”
He squeezes gently, kisses my forehead, and walks out of the room.
I stand, staring at my nephew, feet glued to the floor in Braxton Ranger’s guest room, wondering how he manages to communicate so much with so little.
Braxton
I head to my room, grab a clean tee, and zip up my jeans before heading to the kitchen.
Colt’s schedule is ever-evolving, but what’s not is that he’s on one, and we stick to it.
We stick to it because it’s best for him and offers us the best way to do what we need with Emberleigh’s job and for the ranch.
And while I was never that guy, I’ve become one who recognizes that dinner will be late, bath time will be late, and bedtime will be late because naptime was late.
Also because of the sex, but I’ll blame this one on the Carringtons because I’m generous like that.
I’m working in the kitchen when Emberleigh pads in. She didn’t put on a bra and her apparently super-sensitive nipples are hard against the thin fabric. She catches me looking but doesn’t say anything.
“You left him with me.”
I don’t know where she’s going with this, but nod and continue prepping our dinner and Colt’s. “Yeah.”
“You trust me.”
I stop at her statement to consider. “I do.”
“With all the shit swirling and my parents and the legal crap? You trust me with Colt.”
I look around the fridge door. “Should I not?” I’m beginning to wonder if she’s setting me up.
She shakes her head, then nods.
“Which is it, Emberleigh?” I hold her gaze.
The emotion in her voice is evident when she practically whispers back, “You can trust me, Braxton. The only thing I want in this life is Colt’s safety and happiness.”
“Okay, baby.” I walk to her and place a quick peck on her lips, but she deepens it until Colt smacks our faces with open-palmed slaps. “You hungry, tiger?” I ask him, but wink at Emberleigh. “I know you must be starving.”
She gasps, but recovers quickly, setting Colt in his high chair and dropping a few bites of avocado I sliced onto his tray.
We eat and clean up. She bathes Colt while I lock up the house. The choreography is that of a couple who have danced together for years, not a few months as mostly polite enemies.
I wait in the hall as she puts Colt down in my room, talking to him, telling him how loved he is. She seems surprised to find me here when she exits.
“I didn’t know, Braxton. You had the right to make that assumption.
It was reasonable to suspect it. I just—” She looks away, fiddling with her fingers.
“I was blindsided by my parents. I am livid over what they planned. Make no mistake, they have the time, the money, and the connections to try to force this through. To disparage Em… I just can’t.
” Her eyes meet mine again, and I can see the truth there.
And her fight to keep her tears at bay. “I didn’t know. ”
“I believe you, Emberleigh.” I lift one hand to cup her chin, opening my palm to hold her face in my hand and, holding her eyes until I can’t hold back any longer, I take her mouth. I plunge my tongue into her mouth, feeling her soften against me and tasting her moan on my tongue.
I strum a thumb over her pert nipple to be greeted by a gasp and another moan. When I slip a hand under her tee and feel her straining against my hand, I can’t stop the smile that forms on my mouth.
I also can’t stop the knock on my front door. With a groan and a look of regret at Emberleigh, I leave, willing my growing cock to behave.
“Braxton Ranger?” one of the men at my door asks. They’re illuminated by the porch light, so it’s much too late for a social call.
“Who’s asking?”
“Detective Villanueva and Agent Jahn with the Sheriff’s Office. We’re investigating an assault claim filed by your attorney against Wainwright Carrington.”
“Okay.”
“May we come in?”
I swing the door wide, stepping aside and ushering them in. “The kitchen’s this way. I’m surprised you didn’t get the statement of the arresting officer. Or the two off-duty deputies that were here during the whole thing.”
“None were eyewitnesses. And Carrington claims that he was acting in self-defense.”
“Did you ask the people who did witness it? His attorney or Elias Finchley or my father?”
“We’re here to get your statement and that of Emberleigh Carrington.”
We spend two hours with the men, answering their repetitive questions, explaining the details of our encounter, of how the debacle played out.
By the time we’re done and they leave, the earlier mood has been soured.
“I’m beat.” Emberleigh jerks her head down the hall. “See you in the morning?” She pads away before I can answer her question.