Page 42 of Serpentine
“I was safe with Miles,” I tell him.
He rolls his eyes, letting his hand drop away from my arm. “No, you weren’t. He was sloppy.”
I shake my head, leaning down. “He was distracted.”
He narrows his eyes. “What could have possibly distracted him?” His tone has dipped into something husky, and a tingle works through my body.
As my breathing speeds, I lean in contemplatively. I decide you never know how things will go if you don’t take a leap of faith and dive in. My lips meet Braxton’s, and time seems to still.
Neither of us moves for a beat, and both feel the situation out. Leaning into him and taking control was a risk.
When his lips finally move to deepen our contact, I tilt my head and slip my hand into his hair. I swallow his groan as I tug his head back more, giving me the space I need to make the kiss even more resounding—near pain.
Miles’s kiss was slow and hesitant. Braxton’s is fiery and urgent. My body moves before I overthink it, slipping and straddling him in the chair.
He grabs my hips, squeezing. I moan into his mouth as he leans back.
“Maybe we should take a moment,” he says, looking at me with a pity that tells me he’s thinking about me and how I’m feeling. I appreciate it, but I would understand his touch more.
I’m eager for one of them to show me what I’ve missed. Eager for them to take just what that man yesterday was after.
“But—” I start, and he lifts his finger to my lips.
When he leans in to give me another soft kiss, I grind across him. He’s hard, and I want him more than anything else in the fucking world. How can’t he see that?
It’s likely because of the massive meltdown I had yesterday.
Or that he doesn’t want to take what he thinks is his brother’s.
But if I’m honest, Braxton is the one I want to have this thing from me. It just feels like it’s his.
“Bambi, what are you trying to do, hm? You want me to splay you out on this table and fuck your innocent pussy raw?”
Part of me almost nods. I scold that part for its eagerness.
But it is what I want.
I don’t know how to articulate it to him without sounding desperate.
“I just need…” I trail off, embarrassment making my cheeks heat.
He smirks. “I know just what you need. Come with me.”
He taps the side of my leg for me to get up, and I do so reluctantly.
I follow him down the steps into the basement. The red light envelops us, and he moves toward the bench, where many toys are.
“This bench is for you to bend over on. Your knees go here, and your arms lay flat,” he tells me. His hand rubs over the leather where I assume my stomach would lie, and I can’t take my eyes off how it caresses the damn thing. “Would you like to bend over my spanking bench, Bambi?”
“I—” I clear my throat. “What will you do to me?”
“Nothing you won’t want.”
I lick my lips before dropping my pants to the floor, along with my panties. I get on the bench, his heated eyes taking me in every step of the way. Air skims over my exposed backside and pussy, and I have to focus to keep my composure.
I hear shuffling behind me as he rifles through drawers.
“There it is,” he mutters, stepping to my side with a teal toy resembling a wand. “This might be too much, so let me know if it is. But I’ve been dying to see how responsive you are for me, Bambi. The way you came for me when I licked you and when Miles licked you was so fucking sexy. But I wanna hear you scream for me.”