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I let go of my cock and somehow manage to hold the groan in my throat when the tip of it touches against her stomach, she looks down at it like it’s a temptation, but she doesn’t touch. And it’s agony, pure fucking agony. But nothing I ain’t prepared to endure. I’m all about self preservation. I've practiced it for long enough.
She picks up my sponge and covers it in shower gel, gliding it over her body in small circles that I can’t stop myself from watching. Her body is lathered in soap now, dripping wet, and so fucking close that it would be easy to lift her off her feet and slip my cock inside her pussy.
Is that what she wants?
The only thing I can be sure of is that she wants me to want her, she wants me to pass over my weakness so much that she’s prepared to sacrifice her self respect. And a big part of me, the part that’s pulsing against her lathered up skin, really wants to give it up to her.
I stare back at her, unable to move for fear of breaking. If I ever give in and fuck this girl, you can guarantee it’ll be on my terms… not hers. The few minutes she spends trying to provoke me feel like a lifetime of fucking pain.
I swear if she moves that stomach against me one more time, I’m gonna blow my load all over her skin.
What Gracie doesn’t know about me is that I was trained by Vex, and part of Vex’s training involves pain tolerance. I've earned most of the scars on my body from the lessons he taught me. And I sure as hell didn’t learn his hard way to be taken down like this.
I keep my eyes fixed on hers, feeding on her determination and feeling myself growing in strength. I still hold all the control here and Gracie needs a reminder of that.
When she gives up on her attempt and moves to get out of the shower, I squeeze my hand around the top of her arm and drag her back, slamming her slippery body onto mine and making sure she feels every hard inch of me press into her lower back. I fist her soaked hair and use it to tug back her head, exposing her long, slender neck to my mouth
“Don’t fuckin’ test me again,” I warn. Then deciding I deserve some form of satisfaction as a reward for my restraint, I sink my teeth into her neck, sucking hard and raising her blood to the surface.
Her helpless moan sings straight to my dick and I quickly release her, pulling myself away and wrapping a towel around my waist before I slam her forward and fuck her hot little body into the tiles.
I don’t look back, and I get the fuck out of that bathroom before I do something I’ll regret.
Despite the leeway I’m giving her, she’s still trying to fuck with my head. Does she really think seducing me will earn her my trust? Especially now that we both know she’s all out of options.
The world’s a big place to defend yourself in, especially when you don’t know who's coming for you. Gracie has no clue what’s coming for her and what scares me more than any of this, is that right now, neither do I.
I don’t go to the spare room, I’m far too wound up for sleep. Instead, I head to my room, quickly throw on some clothes then go downstairs.
On my way out to the porch, I pick up a bottle of vodka from the kitchen.
I’ve was stupid to bring her here. In doing so, I’ve shared a part of me that I’ve never shared with anyone.
When I found out Nyx was living with the Souls in Manitou Springs, I needed a place close enough to keep an eye on him, somewhere near, but far enough away to keep myself private. I may be a nomad, but even drifters need a base. Manitou Springs has been mine for way longer than any of my Soul brothers know it has.
And now I’ve tainted my private space with her.
Tilting back my head I look up at the stars, Mama used to promise we’d live in a place like this someday.
“A real quiet place, Braxton, with a porch, and one of those swings that we can sit and watch the stars from.”
Instead of telling us bedtime stories, Mama would tell us her dreams. The future she wanted us to have was real pretty.
I wonder what she’d think of the men we’ve become.
Nyx was too young to remember her, but I’m too selfish to share my memories with him. Just like this place, they’re private, they belong to me, and I need them. I need them to remind me of the man I might have become if Tobias Saunders hadn’t ripped Mama and her dreams for us away.
Who knows, maybe I’d have become a man worthy of the girl I brought here.
I don’t know how long I’ve been out here listing in my head all the fuck ups I’ve made since I took Gracie from her home, but half the liquor in the bottle has disappeared, and I have every intention of setting to work on the other half.
The bottle drops out of my hand when a piercing scream comes from upstairs, and I run through the cabin, taking two steps at a time, and charge through the bedroom door to where Gracie is supposed to be sleeping.
I stop and take a breath when I see her, alone and unharmed.
“Brax.” Her arms reach out to me, and I have to battle all my instincts and restrain myself from going to her. For all I know, this is just another mind fuck. But even I can see that there’s something wrong. Her chest is struggling to take in air, and she’s drenched in sweat.
And I fucking break when she says, “Please,” in such a tiny helpless voice, I swear it pierces a hole in my stone-cold heart.
