With one last glance full of insinuation and intent back at Braxton I set off to my bedroom. It's not the one I'd grown up in but it's definitely one I feel safer in. I don't have to look behind me to know that Braxton is following me. His giant bear-of-a-self stalking me like prey, sends shivers all over my body.

When I reach the door a smirk splays itself all over my face before I slip into the room. Just as I'm about to close the door and lock the man behind me out a giant hand grabs ahold of it. Braxton pushes his way into the room, closing the solid wood behind him with, "I'm done playing games."

"Maybe you are but I'm not, Bear Man." I run a finger down his chest with a coy smile but his eyes are piercing emeralds.

"I said," he flips our positions, slamming me against the door, "I am done." He leans down to my ear and finishes in a growl of a whisper, "I am done with all of your fucking games, Adri." The way he'd said my nickname has gooseflesh covering my skin. "You play too much."

"Maybe I'm just too much for you." A low hum of chuckle, rumbles from his chest as his hand goes to my hip. "What? Do you not disagree?" His fingers inch up the hem of my shirt then dip slightly into my leggings to tease the bone there. My breathing hitches at the sensation and I'm not entirely sure why. I've experienced a lot more in the sensation department than this. "Is that all you've got?" I had gone for a teasing tone but my words were needy more than anything.

"I told you," his tongue runs along the shell of my ear, "no more games. No more pretense." He sucks the lobe into his mouth which has me swallowing in an uncomfortable fashion. "Tell me how bad you want me." When I don't answer him he pulls away from me, eyes searching mine. "Tell me." I shake my head, refusing him. Large arms find their way on either side of my head which has mine pressing flat against the door. Braxton leans down, caging me in and his eyes are a blazing pine forest on fire.

The heat, the intensity of that stare has me feeling flames lick all over my body. Never in my life has someone looked at me quite like this. My breathing accelerates even more. It's like I have no control over my body. I close my eyes to escape those bedroom ones of his. A thumb traces my lips and he doesn't have to ask because I know what he wants. I open my mouth slightly, allowing him entrance. He presses down on my tongue which has me sucking him into my mouth more instinctively.

"That's it." His lips skim my jaw, grazing me with his stubble. My ear fills with the warmth of his breath, "suck it just like that, like you did my dick the other day." My thighs squeeze together with a quiver, want coursing through my body like never before. He pops his thumb out of my mouth then brushes the wetness against my lips. "I have a feeling if I dip my hand inside those leggings I'd be met with lips as wet as these." He most certainly would be. "You know, I think this is the longest I've ever been in a room with you and you've not talked." My eyes fly open at that. "There she is." I glower at him but in return he pinches one of my hardened nipples. The involuntary moan that escapes me is almost embarrassing. "Your body is so responsive and I haven't even gotten you naked yet."

"Yet being the key word," I retort, finally finding my voice again. He arches a brow as he stands up to his full height again. There's nothing playful in the look he's giving me. No, that look is full of lust and, for the first time in a very long time, it has nervousness sinking into the pit of my belly. "Braxton—" His name a trembled whisper off my lips as he removes his shirt and tosses it to the side. My eyes skim over the taught muscles that cover him, the ink that adorns his pectorals.

God, why is he so fucking sexy?

"You might not have one but," he fishes a condom out of his pant's pocket, holding it between the limited space between us. "I made sure to have one on me ever since that day."

"Just praying you'd get lucky every day, huh?"

"No need to pray when something is an inevitability." He stuffs the condom back in his pants then brings his hands to the hem of my shirt. "Plus, I'm not very religious." Strong hands jerk the fabric up and off of me, freeing my naked chest. "I plan on worshipping your body though." He cups the side of my face in an intimate manner and it makes that nervousness reverberate throughout my entire being again. "You're so fucking beautiful." I would usually give a sassy response, even a bratty one, but those eyes of his hold so much more than what I'm used to seeing when I'm in the bedroom with someone.

"Fuck me," I uttered the words, needing to be released from his intensity. "Hard." There's a glimmer in his eyes and I have no warning before his lips meld to mine, arms jerking my body up his. I fist my hands in his hair as I deepen our kiss. Breasts pressed against his chest, mouths working simultaneously with one another, his taste and mine combining as he walks us over to where the bed is. He unwraps my legs from around him, pries my hands out of his hair, then tosses me onto the bed.

"You want it hard?" I nod slowly which makes one side of his lips quirk up. "Not sure if you're up for that, little koala bear." The pet name has me swallowing in an odd way again. It also has me knowing I need him to do exactly as asked.

I stare him straight in the face as I take off my pants before rolling over onto my hands and knees. I cock my head over my shoulder to see him looking at exactly what I'd presented him with. "Try me."

"Not until you tell me how bad you want it." He begins unbuckling his pants, pulling them down just enough to let out his dick. As he begins to stroke himself with one hand, the other running over his body, making me scan over all of the desirable man that he is, I know that I want him terribly. He takes a step forward, nearly aligned right where I need him to be. I let out a needy whimper when his fingers find my wet heat. "You don't want to say it but this tells me." He rubs my clit with two fingers in circles, coaxing more and more need out of me. "That's right, get nice and wet for me." The hungry, voracious look on his face as he watches himself play with me is enough to nearly undo me. "So fucking wet." He pushes two fingers inside of me. "Beautifully fucking wet." My back arches with my impending orgasm at those words. "There we go." My hands fist the sheets of the bed as he works me perfectly in time. "Cum for me." With a harsh cry I hit my pinnacle. It rides throughout me harder than the last time we'd been together, making my body collapse onto the bed when it abates. "And you said you could handle me being rough with you," he chuckles out, giving my ass a soft smack. "I don't know about that."

"I want you." The words were mumbled into the mattress, laced with post-orgasm drunkenness.

"Excuse me, what was that?" I close my eyes in frustration. "Hmm?" The mattress dips which has me looking at him directly as he's lying beside me now, completely naked. He reaches up and pulls my hair out of the bun it'd been in. He ruffles my hair a few times before brushing his finger tips over my cheek. "Does the little lifeless koala bear want something?"

"I told you not to call me a koala bear during sexy time."

"I didn't call you a koala bear." He rolls my body over and scoots it up before climbing in between my legs. "I called you a little," he rubs himself over my wet slit, "lifeless," his tip rubs over my clit over and over again and it has my back arching off the bed, "koala bear." With that he pushes up inside of me. It's not hard. It's not rough. It's just... perfect.

"Fuck." The word chokes out of me several more times. His strong grasp goes down my thigh, grips behind my knee, then pushes my leg up so that he can go even deeper. His name leaves my lips in a gasp as he works inside of me, head tossing back into the lush duvet beneath us.

"I love it when you say my name." He places soft wet kisses at the base of my neck. "The way you say it like it's your favorite flavor is everything." His thrusts pick up in pace making me call it out again and again. The hand that isn't behind my knee finds its' way into my hair, mouth next to my ear as he moans. The sound of this man's pleasure makes my core tighten on him searching, needing release. "Tell me, baby," he rasps, "am I your favorite flavor?"

"Yes! Fuck yes!"

His lips smother mine as bliss overtakes all of me, every single inch. Braxton breaks our kiss slightly with a delicious sounding moan as he finds his own pleasure. His entire body tenses, that grip behind my knee tightening. Once his orgasm subsides he places his forehead on mine, breathing deeply before opening those gorgeous viridescent gems. There's a look there, one besides the pleasure flowing between the two of us as we breathe in time with one another. Braxton lets go of the back of my leg, eyes still on mine as he intertwines our fingers. His lips claim mine again but not in a hungry manner. It's soft and sweet. Intimate. I can't remember the last time, if ever, I was kissed like this.

A knock on the door has him pulling away from me slightly with, "were you expecting someone?"

"No." I give him a shake of the head.

"Braxton, I need to have a word with you immediately." My father's voice has him practically jumping off of me. He snatches his clothes off the floor and hurries into the bathroom. I stand up on wobbly legs, brain full of fog, from the sex or what was just transpiring between us after I'm not entirely sure. I pull my pants up and then put my shirt on before tying my hair in a ponytail.

Braxton exits the bathroom after another minute looking as good as new. His eyes rake over me, probably assessing if it's fine to open the door or not. He frowns slightly before looking away from me and back to the door. When he opens it my father is standing there on the other side with a knowing face, features tight.

"You and I need to have a conversation." He aims at Braxton the words deadly sounding. I would expect that from my dad but not my father.

"We weren't—" My father holds up a dismissive hand, cutting my words off. That look on his face is stone cold, eyes never leaving the man beside me. "Braxton?" He doesn't say anything to me but his lips go into a flat line as he glares back at my father. "What the hell is going on?"

"You and I will talk later, Adri, but you, you I want to have a chat with right now." He gestures for Braxton to exit the room and he does wordlessly. I watch them as they head down the hall together and see two new men posted on either side of my door.

A/N:
Happy Thirstday!

Hope you're all doing well. I've been crazy busy and haven't had the chance to sit down and write as much as I usually can. Hopefully this chapter was worth the wait.

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