My head was spinning like a carousel. But I couldn’t let a slight dizziness stand in the way of my cravings. The slight storm in my mind couldn’t compare with the hurricane ravishing my body and when it came to satisfying urges, Brax had a wall of master degrees.
Despite my limbs tangling everywhere on his shirt, he seemed incredibly calm, almost like being annoyed a little by my insistence as I searched for a more sensual interaction.
‘Get on the bed. I’ll be right out,’ he left me standing alone in the room as soon as we got inside, closing the bathroom door behind him.
‘Ok,’ I nodded, though without any real intention of getting on the bed. I was too agitated. Like I would rather get on the ceiling than the bed.
Brax’s advice to me of waiting for him lasted around three nanoseconds before I pushed the handle to open the bathroom door. He was standing in front of the mirror in a mouth-watering image of some modern gladiator. Petrified muscles scarred with the signs of street wars glazed with black art pieces of outstanding artists.
‘What are you doing?’ I asked seeing him looking for something on the sink.
‘What does it look like I’m doing?’ he asked while pulling his frontal bandage away to check on his wound.
‘Let me help you. You can’t clean the wound on your back.’
‘I have a doctor for that. Besides, in your condition, you might end up killing me.’
‘What’s my condition?’ I asked, sneaking up in front of him, molding myself between his body and the sink.
‘You’re drunk,’ he muttered as if alcohol was invented only for him.
‘So!?’
‘So, go back to bed.’
‘Not before you let me help you.’
‘Fuck. Ok, but just on the entry wound. I already patched this one back up,’ he took a step backward to create enough space so I could see his new bandage.
It was a lot easier in my head to help him clean the wound, especially since by the time I put disinfectant on the cloth, I had begun to see two wounds that seemed to be spinning in circles.
Fuck. He was going to shoot me over this.
I had no idea with what supply of heavenly strength I managed to clean everything and put a new patch on, but by the time I was done, the incredible fingers over tense muscles contact had left me in agony.
‘Brax,’ I whimpered, calling him to do something to me. Anything just to satisfy that desire to have my body squirming between the sheets.
‘Bea, get in bed before I tie you to the bedpost.’
Was that supposed to be a threat?Because it sounded more like an invitation to me. Besides, it felt impossible to get between the sheets alone. My breasts were crying to break free, to have the aching in my tips soothed by the warmth of his tongue.
‘Let’s stay in the bathroom for a little while,’ I whispered, pushing my dress along with my bra down to my waist. If that didn’t do the trick, I don’t know what would.
‘Are you trying to torture me?’ Brax smiled, looking down at my naked body, as if it was ardently waiting for him.
‘Not at all,’ I breathed with the last of my powers, melting my lips against his shoulder tattoo, then letting them descend on a decisive path to reach his V-line. I needed to hear him groan. I needed to know I could make him groan so loud the walls would shake with his ecstasy.
I let my teeth run over the heavy shape of his length, reaching for his belt while a roar escaped his throat, losing himself between curses.
‘This is some kind of punishment for growing a conscience,’ he grumbled, getting down on his knees to help me stand up. But standing was the least of my concerns as he was taking away my only chance to still the vicious tremble between my thighs.
‘Brax, is there something wrong that you don’t want me?’ I didn’t understand what I did to him to refuse me, especially since he always seemed to be inthe mood. He compelled me to sleep with him a few days after he got shot. Turning me down now made no sense at all.
‘You’re fucking drunk. That’s what’s wrong,’ before he could finish the sentence he pushed my dress down, leaving me only in my silk panties. ‘Bed, now!’ wrapping an arm around my waist, he took me to the bed then tried to get me to find a spot between the sheets.
I didn’t let his plan come through though, since that night it seemed impossible to sleep alone. And for some reason, I had to make him be perfectly aware of that.
I arched my hips, grinding against the mattress, fighting the urges that were devouring me. But despite my best efforts, Brax was playing the ignoring card.
