Page 6 of Untouchable
“You think he’d do that?” I ask, nudging her when her gaze shifts away. There’s something she’s holding back.
Inhaling deeply, tears blur her eyes as her bottom lip trembles. “After I published my memoir, I often heard from both my parents. Through letters, phone calls, my publisher, there were threats veiled as prayers. Things they’ve said to me a thousand times throughout my life. I know that if my father were to ever get out of prison, he’d go right back in for murdering me.”
Cupping her cheek, I lift her head so she’s forced to look at me. “Nobody will lay a finger on you, pup. I’d have to be dead first.” A sob breaks free, and she drops into my chest as she lets out the emotions swirling inside her. I can’t begin to imagine the things she’s been going through, and for the most part, it’s been all alone. Especially since Magnolia moved to South Africa.
“Why can’t I just have a normal life?” she whispers into my neck, her warm breath tickling my flesh. “I only want to live in peace. To be able to tell great love stories and share them with the world. I’m not hurting anyone.”
Rubbing a hand along her back, I delve the other one into her loose hair. The soft waves make me want to bury my face into her neck and inhale deeply, absorbing her into my soul like a wolf finding his mate.
“You can, pup; you will. I’ll make sure of it.”
“For how long?” Her skepticism kills me, but I did that to her.
“The day I die, Joss. I know you don’t believe me, but I will prove to you that you aren’t just a job to me. You never were. You’ve always been my endgame.” My words ring hollow to her now, so I’ll just have to show her.
CHAPTER5
Jossilyn
Braxton has been here for four days now, attended two events, and traveled to another city with us. He hasn’t disrupted any routines other than my personal one because the man sticks to me like hot glue. He sleeps with me at night, feeds me breakfast every morning, and reminds me to take breaks from writing or step outside for a few minutes to get some sun when I’m not prepping for the next signing.
He’s the same man I remember from the first time we met, but now, he’s not hiding his attraction for me. It smolders beneath the surface of every lingering look, each sensual touch, and my body has become desperate for release. One I won’t achieve because the only time alone I get is in the bathroom, and even then, he’s merely a few steps away. I have no privacy.
“If you don’t stop squirming, I’m going to pin you to the bed,” he grumbles from behind me. My legs are restless, and I can’t get comfortable no matter what position I’m in.
“Leave me alone,” I snap and instantly feel bad.
When he rolls his chest into my back, I bite my tongue to clip the moan in my throat at feeling his throbbing cock press into my ass. “That what you really want?” His lips hover against the back of my neck, lightly touching me enough to make me want more.
“No,” I gulp, and it’s loud in the room.
“I don’t believe you, pup.” His hand goes wild, rubbing across my flesh, from my hip to my stomach, before moving lower. My breath hitches when I feel his fingers slip into the waistband of my sleep shorts. I’m not wearing panties, and he’ll discover that any second. “Stop me whenever you want,” he whispers, and I close my eyes, craving his touch.
I should feel so ashamed, but I feel…want. Need. A longing deep in my core for the pleasure I know only Braxton can provide.
When his fingers tickle across my nakedness leading down between my thighs, he groans and presses his hard length into my body. “Bare flesh. You trying to kill me, pup?”
“Umm.” I can’t think of a response when I feel his thick finger brush across my swollen clit. I’m slick with desire for him, and I don’t know how to ask for what I want.
“Relax.” He kisses my shoulder. “Open for me.” I’m helpless to do more than instructed. Lifting my leg, I hook it across his muscular thigh behind me.
“Oh!” I cry out when the heat of his palm cups my slick pussy, holding me in his hand and squeezing until I whimper. “Braxton,” I breathe out, nearly crying with need.
“I’m here.” He sucks the skin below my ear as the heel of his palm digs into my clit while a finger rubs circles around my opening, edging me until I’m humping against him. “You’re going to be delicious,” he murmurs against my jaw as I turn my head back to him. “Come for me, pup.” A finger slips inside of me as he presses harder on my clit, and I let go with a scream trapped in my throat as his lips take mine in a possessive kiss, rendering me breathless.
My heart pounds in my chest, there’s ringing in my ears, and my body is on fire for more of what he can give me. “Braxton, please.” I don’t know what I’m asking for, but I know I’m far from satisfied.
He seems to understand because he tosses the covers off, rolls me to my back, slips my shorts down my thighs, and kneels between my legs. I’m too turned on to be embarrassed when he leans down and presses his mouth to my sex.
Sifting my hands through his short hair, I try to hold on when I feel his lips surround my clit as he inserts two fingers and begins to suck. My back bows, my body ignites, and I shoot off like a rocket.
This orgasm is ten times more potent than anything I’ve tried to give myself, ripping a scream from deep within me. My vision blurs as I attempt to catch my breath, but he doesn’t stop. Massaging my walls and flicking his tongue across the swollen bud until another orgasm steals through my body.
“I can’t breathe,” I murmur, but he doesn’t hear me or care because he continues to work me over until everything twitches, and I try pulling away from him. Despite feeling as if I’m floating on air and too sensitive for anything more, he draws another orgasm out of me that starts deep within my stomach, my pussy feels swollen as it throbs, and when I get the urge to pee, I try pulling away again.
Unfamiliar sensations rush through me, and when I feel like the damn has burst and fluid squirts out, I begin to sob from the indescribable pleasure. Covering my face with both hands, I’m mortified and flooded with more emotion than I was prepared to deal with. Feeling Braxton’s kisses on each of my thighs before he begins working his way up my body, I can’t look at him.
“Pup, let me see you.” The request is soft-spoken. “Jossilyn.” He speaks my name more firmly when I ignore him.