Chapter 3
LEXI
Iwent back to the room, my room apparently, to finish cleaning.
I heard the door creak and turned.
"I would've asked you to stay at my place," Brax said as he leaned against the frame, "but I didn't want another darling moment."
I laughed.
"You'll never forget that."
"I'll never forget anything about you."
"Are you flirting with me?"
"Do you want me to?"
"I wouldn't say no."
"Then yes. That's exactly what I'm doing."
He stepped closer and kicked the door closed.
I felt a flutter of panic.
Instinctively, I folded my arms across my chest and he stopped.
I took a breath and let them fall to my sides.
His eyes dropped to my lips, which had suddenly gone desert-sands dry.
I looked at his.
They could best be described as plush.
Moist.
Full.
They'd make a female influencer jealous.
And when his tongue slid across them, I knew I was done for.
"You can kiss me if you like," I said.
I wasn't going to miss this opportunity no matter how scared I was.
And he did.
And it was everything I expected and more.
His lips covered mine and I opened my mouth to give him access as my legs went weak.
Fortunately, those big strong arms of his were wrapped around me as I closed my eyes and let myself drift into the moment.
He tasted like whiskey.
I could get drunk on this man just thinking about him and, truth be told, I'd been doing that since I saw the way he was with Leo.
That was the sexiest fucking thing I'd ever seen a man do.
The big biker and my boy.
Friends.
Just like that.
His hands slid down to my ass and he squeezed.
Not much meat there these days on my diet of old food and crumbs.
At least I still had boobs.
And that was exactly where one of his hands headed next.
He slipped it beneath my shirt and under my bra, cupping my breast before brushing his thumb across my hard nipple.
A whimper escaped me.
He did it again.
I squeezed my legs together.
I didn't have a wet bench seat to blame this time.
I felt his hard length pressing against my stomach.
At over six foot, he towered over my five-foot-five frame.
He felt so powerful it was scary.
In the best possible way.
When he pushed one of his massive thighs between my legs, I rocked against it, desperate for release.
Then someone coughed.
We broke apart.
A woman's voice said, "So, what's this?"
Fuck.
Who was this?
She didn't sound angry, which was a good thing, I supposed.
But what was a woman doing in here asking him questions?
I hadn't even heard the door open.
"Hey, Jenny," Brax said.
"Hey. I just dropped Davey downstairs and they said you were up here, so I thought I'd come looking."
She looked between us.
Brax cleared his throat.
"Um... this is Lexi."
The woman was tall and slim with black hair and dark eyes.
She was beautiful.
She smiled at me.
"You're very pretty."
"You are too."
An awkward silence followed.
"You were saying?" Brax prompted.
"Oh yeah." She laughed. "Can you take Davey this weekend?"
"Yeah, sure."
"Sorry to interrupt."
She glanced at me.
Then at him.
"You've got a good one here."
And I found myself wondering why the hell she wasn’t with him instead of me.
The good ones were so hard to find.
Jenny smiled one last time and disappeared back through the door.
A second later Brax and I looked at each other.
Then burst out laughing.
"This is embarrassing," I said as I pulled my panties down.
We were at Brax's cottage. Small and surprisingly tidy. I wasn’t sure what I expected a biker's house to look like, but he really didn't need a cleaning lady. I did notice that even with the small size it had two bedrooms when he gave me the mini-tour.
What women noticed, right?
And we were standing in one of them right now. His room.
"I think it looks hot," he said.
"I couldn't afford a razor."
"I'm glad. A hot thick bush is so fucking sexy. I want to bury my face in it and?—"
He dropped to his knees and buried his face in my pussy, breathing in a long, slow, loud breath, then letting out a low mmmmmm as I ran my fingers through his hair.
It had been so long since I'd had a man in this position. But to see him there as he turned his eyes up to mine… Good god, this was a slice of heaven.
He buried his face back in my bush and I felt his tongue part my lips and slip inside.
My asshole clenched as he tongued me and nibbled my clit.
I knew it was coming and tried to fight it off, but budging those arms gripping my cheeks was next to impossible, and with a scream I flooded his face and folded over him like a rag doll.
The most intense, and fastest, orgasm I'd ever had in my life. And I still had half my clothes on, and he had all of his.
If that was the appetizer, bring on the main course.
Brax
She tasted sweet. Like honey and salt. Something I'd never get enough of. I could have stayed on my knees all night, but I wanted more. I wanted all of her.
I stood up, licking my lips, and she looked at me with those big green eyes still glazed over from coming. Her cheeks were flushed pink, spreading down her neck and across her chest. On skin that white, a blush had nowhere to hide.
"Come here," I said.
I peeled her shirt up over her head. Then her bra.
Her tits spilled free. Pale and full. Her pink nipples were already hard.
Freckles scattered across her chest like someone had flicked a paintbrush at her.
I stepped back to look at her properly. All of her.
That bush between creamy thighs, her flat belly, those tits, that hair tumbling over her shoulders.
Fucking hell.
She crossed her arms over her stomach. "Stop staring."
"Not a chance." I pulled her arms away gently. "You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."
She rolled her eyes but her blush deepened. "Your turn."
"Yeah?"
"Strip. Fair's fair."
I pulled my shirt over my head and watched her eyes travel across my chest, my tattoos, my arms. She bit her lip. Good sign. I undid my belt, shoved my jeans and boxers down in one go, and kicked them aside.
Her eyes dropped and went wide.
"Oh," she said quietly.
I couldn't help the grin. "Problem?"
"No." She shook her head slowly, still staring. "No problem at all."
We stood there for a moment, both bare, both looking. Her self-conscious and glowing pink from hairline to tits. Me hard enough to hammer nails and not giving a single shit about hiding it.
She was all softness and light. Porcelain and fire. And she was looking at me like I was the first man she’d seen naked.
I closed the distance between us and pulled her against me, skin to skin, her tits pressing into my chest, my cock trapped between us. She gasped at the contact and tilted her face up to mine.
"Still embarrassed?" I asked.
"Little bit."
"Don't be." I brushed the hair off her face. "You're perfect."
She sat on the edge of the bed and wrapped her hand around me. Her fingers didn't close all the way. She looked up at me with those green eyes and then leaned forward and took me into her mouth.
Warm and wet. Her tongue swirling around the head before she slid down as far as she could. She got maybe half before she gagged and pulled back, eyes watering.
"Easy," I said, running my hand through her hair. "No rush."
She tried again, taking what she could and working the rest with her hands, twisting, stroking, her mouth sucking the top half while her fists handled what she couldn't reach.
Her tongue did something under the head that made my knees buckle.
She moaned around me and the vibration traveled up my spine.
Fuck. She was good at this. Eager and sloppy and not trying to be polished about it. Just hungry. Her spit running down my shaft, her hands sliding slick over me, her cheeks hollowed as she sucked.
I let her go for a while watching my cock disappear between her pink lips. Her hair had fallen across her face covering her eyes.
I felt the pressure building low in my gut.
Too soon.
"Stop," I said, pulling back. She looked up at me, confused. "Lie back."
Lexi
I scooted up the bed and lay back, my heart hammering. My jaw ached in the best way and I could still taste him. I'd wanted to finish him and feel him come apart in my mouth. But the look in his eyes told me he had other plans.
He pushed my thighs apart and knelt between them.
"Again?" I breathed.
"I'm nowhere near done with you."
He licked me slow this time. Long flat strokes from bottom to top, like he was savoring me.
I was soaked, from before and now, and the sound of his mouth on me was obscene in the quiet room.
His hands slid up my body and found my tits.
He rolled my nipples between his fingers, pinching gently, then harder when I moaned.
I arched into his hands and ground against his mouth.
He sucked my clit between his lips and nibbled. I yelped. He did it again and I grabbed his hair with both hands. The combination of his tongue flicking fast across my clit, and his fingers pulling and rolling my nipples was short-circuiting my brain.
Then he licked lower.
Past my pussy, down across that sensitive strip of skin, until his tongue found my ass. I froze.
He rolled my legs up, pressing them back either side of my chest, opening me up completely. And he licked me again. A slow, flat, wet stroke right across my hole.
"Oh my god," I whispered. "Oh my— What are you?—"
No one had ever done this to me. No one had ever gone near there with their mouth. I didn't even know it was something people did outside of porn. But his tongue circled my rim, teasing, pressing gently, and his nose was buried in my pussy and every nerve ending I had lit up at once.
I lifted my hips off the bed and pushed into his face. I couldn't help it. My hands fisted the sheets and my thighs started to shake.
"I've never— No one's ever—" I couldn't finish. My voice cracked into a moan as he pressed his tongue harder, flicking fast, his nose grinding against my clit.
It built different this time. Not the sharp quick peak from before but a deep rolling wave that started in my ass and spread outward through my whole body.
My legs trembled. Not a gentle quiver. A full-body shake I couldn't control.
I clamped around nothing, my pussy clenching, my ass tightening against his tongue, and I came with a sound that tore out of me.
He stayed there through it. Licking me gently as I came down, my legs still shaking either side of my chest, my whole body flushed and buzzing.
When I finally opened my eyes he was looking up at me from between my thighs, his face wet, grinning like he'd just won a prize.
"What the fuck was that?” I said.
He wiped his face with the back of his hand. "That was just the second course, Darling.”
I giggled. I liked Darling now.
We rode back to the club in silence to pick up Leo.
Brax had asked us to stay at his place tonight instead of the clubhouse where we'd spent the last four days.
The food had been amazing.
We didn't feel homeless anymore.
For the first time in a long time, I felt safe.
More importantly, I knew Leo was safe.
He loved the other kids at the club and they'd taken to him like he'd always been there.
I watched the road roll by and thought about all the things I still hadn't told Brax.
The school.
The real reason we'd left.
The things Carlo had done.
Too much had happened these past few days and every time I'd tried to bring it up, something else got in the way.
But I didn't want secrets between us.
Carlo had kept too many secrets.
Secrets always came out eventually.
I needed to tell Brax.
Soon.
The only reason I hadn't was because it had been the weekend and I'd enjoyed the brief escape from reality.
I hadn't wanted to spoil it.
But the longer I waited, the more it ate at me.