Break Me (Brayshaw High) - Meagan Brandy Page 0,111
against me.
She’s kind when others aren’t, forgiving when she shouldn’t be, because she’s fucking light and she can’t help but shine it over everyone.
She always understands what I want and what I need, when I need it and why. It’s fucked-up to have to deal with my bullshit, but she does it with stride.
Right now, she laughs with Chloe across the room, but when her eyes skate this way, finding mine on her, she breaks from their conversation and heads for where I’m sitting on a couch.
She slips between my legs, eyeing me.
I run my knuckles along her neck and down her breastbone, my eyes flicking to hers when goose bumps follow.
She sighs, and it heats me to the core.
Fuck Bass and the bullshit before this, fuck everything.
All I want is this.
Her.
In the morning and at night, every hour in between.
I told her I’d get addicted, and I was at first taste... if I wasn’t before that.
Pretty fucking sure I was.
Brielle’s lips hover over mine. “You have a nephew. How is he?”
Fuck me, I do.
My family grew last night.
My whole world grew last night...
I push her hair over her shoulder, and she smiles. “He’s perfect, like I knew he would be.”
I pull her forward until her mouth is in line with mine.
“Stay with me again tonight.”
She kisses me, but pulls away too quick, a slow smirk growing. “We’ll see.”
“We’ll see.” I frown. “We’ll see? Tink, swear to God—”
Her lips crush mine and we’re done fuckin’ talking.
It’s not long after that I take my baby home. As we step from my ride, I grip her and she latches on, kissing me while I carry her across the property, through the open pool gate, and walk us straight into the water.
She gasps, the cold a surprise, but her grip never wavers, and neither do her eyes.
I drag my hands along her ribs and squeeze, inhaling her exhale, and step us out a little deeper into the water.
“Lie back, onto my hands,” I rasp.
She doesn’t ask why, doing as I said, her body straight as a board and light in my palms.
I keep my hands pressed against her upper thighs and lower back.
“Close your eyes, relax your muscles, and breathe deep, baby girl. Steady.”
She does, her chest rising before me and it takes serious effort not to run my hands over her breasts.
“Let go of everything on the inside, and just ...breathe.” Slowly, I remove my hands, staying close at her side for several moments before slowly drifting away.
The water ripples with my retraction and her eyes open. I lift my hands high, so she doesn’t lose focus as she seeks me out, and her lips curl up gently.
At the sight, my lungs hollow out.
I might be a sinking fucking ship, I can’t deny that, but if I do go down, she doesn’t have to drown with me.
And now she won’t.
This girl, she’s brave.
She’s not afraid to be vulnerable, could care less of what people think of her. She wants nothing more than to simply...be.
The truth is, I wish I was like her.
I’m not.
I’m who the outside world expects me to be. Young, rich, and privileged and everything those three worthless words entail.
Like I said, I might drown in a persona of my own making, but my baby, she won’t.
She’ll float. One day learn to swim. And then this girl, she’ll soar way the fuck above me, because she’ so much more than I could ever be.
Yet here she is, smiling up at the stars in my pool, on my property, in my reach.
She’s perfect
And she’s mine.
Brielle
His lips, god I love them. So soft but rough, full and commanding, masterfully purposeful as is his every touch.
Royce must have bewitched me because I don’t know how it happens or if anyone spotted us, but when my eyes open and the lustful fog lifts a little, I realize we’re no longer in the pool, but climbing stairs. Stairs inside the Brayshaw mansion.
Royce pulls back, his gaze eager, heartbeat erratic, but his hold... tense.
For the boy who doesn’t show the world who he really is, this is huge. Tough, even if he won’t say the words out loud.
He brought me into his home, into his safe space, the only place he can be free to smile and laugh for real, to love and play and breathe.
His steps slow as we reach the top of the stairs and I glide my hand along his cheek, into his hair, holding on to him.