Page 34 of Brax

“That’s wonderful,” she smiled. “Maybe that’s an option for us. Right now. Strip, big guy.”

“Wow, pushy, pushy,” he smiled.

She shoved him back against the sofa, pushing down his suddenly snug sweatpants. Stephanie lifted the big t-shirt over her head, her breasts swinging freely in front of him. She could hear the low growl emanating from his chest.

“See something you like?” she smiled.

“Honey, I saw those when I cut your clothing off of you in the chopper coming back from Maine. That’s when I knew you weren’t a child. You were a woman. A beautiful, sexy as fuck woman.”

“Took you a while to admit that,” she said, flattening her palm against the hot flesh of his penis.

“I guess it did. I was worried what you would think.” She gripped his stiff cock and smiled.

“You mean what I would think about having a man with a beautiful, thick, long cock but no balls? If you haven’t figured it out yet, Brax, it doesn’t matter to me.”

“Yeah, yeah, I can see, I mean, feel, shit! Keep doing that,” he growled.

“I have a better idea.”

Stephanie stood and let her panties fall to the floor, then straddled his wide, muscular hips. Her small frame stretched to accommodate him, lowering herself on top of him.

For Brax, it was the perfect view of the perfect body. She belonged to him, and he was never letting this woman go again. Each time her body rocked toward his own, he drove hard up into her, gripping her hips with passion and ferocity.

“B-Brax,” she gasped.

“Fucking go!”

As their bodies shook simultaneously, he jolted upright with her in his arms and walked to the bedroom.

“The next five rounds will be on the bed,” he smiled.

“Five rounds? You think a lot of yourself, Mr. Pechkin.”

“Yes, ma’am, I do. Mostly because I’ve been waiting a long fucking time to make love to you. So, it’s five in the bed, and then we’ll work our way toward the shower.”

“See, you can read my mind,” she giggled.

It was still raining when Stephanie rolled over to find the space beside her in the bed empty. At first, she thought it was nighttime. But as she looked at the bedside clock, she realized that it was already after seven.

Pulling on the robe, she stepped down the hall toward the kitchen to find Brax with Pax, Mav, Saint, CJ, and Jonas.

“Good morning,” smiled Pax. “Is my brother treating you well? If he’s not, we can kick his ass.”

“No. No ass-kicking this early in the morning,” smiled Stephanie. “What’s going on? Why the meeting in the kitchen this early?”

“We’re trying to figure out what kind of equipment to put in the warehouse to make it look real enough that we might attract Ines,” said Saint.

“I can help you with that. What are you looking at?”

“Honestly? We don’t have a fucking clue,” said CJ. “Hiro gave us a few websites and said to order what we need, and it will be shipped directly to the warehouse.” She smiled at them, shaking her head.

“Well, since this is more my expertise, what do you say I lend you a hand?”

“Babe, we would be forever grateful,” said Brax, kissing her.

“In the meantime, get Suzette and Riley here. They’ll have an even better idea of what’s needed.”

“Why didn’t we think of that?” frowned Saint. Stephanie raised her brows, smiling at the men. “Right. You genius. Us cavemen.”

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