“Exactly.” After glancing at Braxton, whose brown eyes were darting between Xavier and Oni as they traded insults, he met my gaze again. “They can keep each other occupied. I’d much rather we handle that.”
Houston tipped his head toward Braxton, and I knew he was referring to the doubt in her eyes and the fact that she was back inside her head.
Content with his plan, I nodded as I sat back. All the while, I kept Braxton in my line of sight. Making sure she didn’t change her mind was at the top of my priorities. Not even our show tonight would keep me from her if she tried to run away from us again.
Braxton finally showed her face, and I must admit, the wait had been worth it. I loved her in leather pants because they always showed off the shape of her ass. We were backstage at the Mohegan Sun’s arena, waiting to go on stage. I’d never been this anxious to get through a show before.
Here, with the combined eyes of the house staff and our road crew, I was forced to keep my hands to myself, and I didn’t like it one bit.
Braxton had been taking advantage of the berth we were forced to give her and hiding out in the private space they’d given her to double as a dressing room. In addition to the black leather pants driving my head and dick crazy, she wore a loose, white tank that was shorter around her midriff and longer on the sides. Her jewelry included a silver cuff on her wrist, Loren’s medallion around her neck, and rings that covered each finger from knuckle to knuckle on her left hand, and heels I wanted to feel in my back when this was over.
Feeling my gaze, she caught me staring, but I didn’t look away. She was my girl, right?
After a moment of indecision that I hoped she broke free of soon, she slowly made her way over to me. I smelled the sweetness of her brown sugar body wash long before she reached me. When she was close enough, I pushed away from the wall I’d been leaning against and nodded for her to follow me.
She did.
All the way to the secluded spot I’d scoped out almost immediately upon our arrival at the arena. Because I knew I wouldn’t be able to get through the concert without touching her.
I fucking knew.
There was shit everywhere as house crew and road crew rushed back and forth. They were too focused on getting the job done to pay attention to me luring Braxton into the dark corner underneath the stairs. We were perfectly hidden in plain sight.
Leaning down, I began to kiss her because I couldn’t focus on anything else right now. She eagerly kissed me back, and I silently thanked God for small favors. Her lips always tasted like succulent fruit, and I’d developed a dependency. She began to whimper when I deepened the tangle of our lips, so I pulled away. I couldn’t risk anyone discovering us…or me fucking her up this wall.
Sighing, I rested my forehead against hers and closed my eyes. “Why does it feel like I’m still chasing you, Bambi?”
She sighed too before shaking her head. “I don’t know.” I was starting to fear that she didn’t want to be with me after all when she cupped my face with both hands. “Just don’t stop. Please.”
Feeling this spark in my chest that I couldn’t put a name on, I gripped her ass in both hands and yanked her closer to me. “I wasn’t planning to.”
I’d run her ass down, however long it took, to get her to see things my way. There was no curing my obsession with Braxton Francesca Fawn.
We ended up kissing again, but this time she was the one to pull away with her hands pressing against my chest. “Where did Rich and Loren go?”
I shrugged only to answer absently, “I don’t know.” I didn’t care either, but I kept that bit of honesty to myself.
I was strangely okay with sharing Braxton with them, and I didn’t quite understand why, but that didn’t mean there wouldn’t be times I needed her all to myself. Rich and Loren would just have to deal.
“Something you need?” I forced myself to ask. Obviously, I was at her beck and call. I just didn’t want that something she needed to be Rich or Loren.
Braxton’s hands reached for my belt, and while holding