Page 27 of Rushing Her: Seattle, Westerners
“All this being said, Brayden, we need to discuss handling this stalker. I won’t raise our kids in fear of her.”
“We work together to solve this. With you having seen her, as well as Dr. Jarvis and her nurse, we should be able to have an accurate composite of her drawn up.”
“You saw her, too.”
“Yeah. I’ll never forget that face. My attorney is looking for someone to sketch my image of her.”
“We can do this, but you need to talk to me about everything. You also need to include me in the decisions.”
“I’ll try, but I just want to protect you, so you don’t have to worry.”
I lean up and kiss him on his bearded chin, and he sets the pictures he’s been staring at this whole time to the side.
“Lexi, I was so worried. I don’t want to experience a world without you in it.”
He pulls my head to his and kisses me long and deep. Our desire quickly turns desperate, and I withdraw, pulling his shirt over his head and throwing it to the side of us. He flexes his sexy chest and eight-pack as I drag my nails down from his pierced nipples to his belly button and lean forward to peck right over his heart.
“You’ll never have to find out what it’s like to live without me. I’ll always be here with you.” I drag my tongue down as I slide off his lap and kneel between his spread legs. “I’ve been wanting to do this for so long.”
I unbuckle his belt and slide the zipper down. His abs flex as my hand sinks into the opening and carefully removes his cock from his boxers. He groans as I fist him and pump gently, dragging my hand up and down his cock. A bead of pre-cum slips from the head, and I dive on it, licking it up and moaning at his flavor on my tongue again.
Inching my mouth down his length, I use my hand to pump the part that doesn’t fit in my mouth. He grips my hair, not forcing me to take more than I have, and holds onto me like he can’t control himself. I start bobbing faster, taking him deeper until I need to swallow to glide him farther down my throat.
“Fuck, Lexi, that’s so hot. I forgot how mind-blowing your mouth was.” He flexes his hips, and this time, I gag slightly but continue taking him as far as I can. “I’m fucking coming; suck it all down.”
He combusts, and I swallow until it becomes too much, having to pull back. I lick him clean, though, and when I reposition onto my haunches, his head is pitched back, and he’s breathing heavily.
“I’m ready for a shower,” I say.
Getting to my feet, I step into the kitchen first and check that the burner is turned off on the stew my mom was making before entering the spacious bathroom off the main bedroom. As I turn on the water and strip, Brayden is there to help me out of my clothes, and we climb into the shower together.
“When we get home, I’m going to fuck you on the bench in my shower.” He envelops me in his arms and rubs my belly for a moment, then his hands slide down my body, and his lengthy fingers part my folds. A finger grazes my clit, and I lean back into him, moaning and rolling my head against his shoulder throughout the torture. My need for him is so strong, and I’m about to tell him that, but he presses me forward and bends me at the waist. “Hands on the wall, Lexi.” I follow his command, but he smacks my butt cheek, and I cry out as my clit throbs harder. “That’s for ignoring my phone calls.” He swats me again on the other cheek. “That’s for running from me.” Another smack, the sound ricocheting off the walls. “That’s for turning off your phone so I couldn’t track you.” Then his cock presses against my entrance. “Whose pussy is this?” he asks, and I look over my shoulder and smirk at him, jolting back, but he reaches around my body and slaps my clit. The intensity elicits a scream from me, and he slams into my body, then pauses.
“Shit, can we do this rough, or should I be gentle?”
I glance back over my shoulder and say, “You’d better fuck me like you want, or I’ll jump on and ride you into the ground.”
Another butt slap from him, and a “Don’t cuss”, then he thrusts in deep. My body amps up, and he leans over me, gripping my boobs as he continues to pummel within my body. The feelings overwhelm me, given the sensitivity of my breasts, and I come hard and long.
“Yeah, Lexi baby, just like that. Milk my cock into your already-bred pussy.”
I scream as my climax grows, and when he comes with me, my eyes cross and my hands slip from the wall. He catches me against his chest, and I don’t remember the rest. However, a few moments later, I register the soft bed and warm blankets covering me, and I drift off.
Chapter 12
Alexandra
Idon’t sit near the podium today because we don’t want the stalker to focus on me more, but I watch from the side, hidden behind the curtains. Sitting with Brayden is not only the team’s kicker, Rex Winston, but also the franchise’s owner, Elora Danvers. She’s an exquisite redhead like I am, but she’s an inch taller. We’ve joked that we could be sisters, given how close we are in size and coloring, but her eyes are blue, unlike mine.
Elora calls the reporters to attention as they bandy for Bray to answer their questions.
His attorney stands at my side. “You did good with this.”
“I had to make things right.” I don’t explain further; instead gesture to where the press conference is about to begin.
“Hello, and welcome to the Seattle Westerners’ home. I’d like to correct a false report that was broadcast. This, as most of you know, is Brayden Murray, and this is Rex Winston. They are similar in build but are two different men. This picture”—Elora pops up the image that was circulated around the world on a screen behind them—“isn’t Brayden but is instead, Rex Winston. You can tell because,” she pauses and pulls up an image ofBrayden posing for a men’s health magazine next to the first. On display is his back tattoo of wings with a sword, chains, and thorny vines. It’s the first time I’ve looked at it for longer than a moment. One side is an angel’s wing and the other a demon’s wing. I need to ask him about it.
“Also, look here on Mr. Murray’s wrist,” Elora continues, and Brayden lifts his wrist with the barbed wire ink encircling it. “You don’t see either of these markings in the picture. Mr. Winston doesn’t have those tattoos, and he’s come forward to state that it was him. These pictures were taken without his permission.”
