Reign of Brayshaw (Brayshaw High 3)

My hands fist his hair and I tug. Suddenly my back is off the wall and we’re moving.

In the next second, I’m dropped on to the fresh sheets he had put on the bed.

He doesn’t wait, climbing between my legs in the same second.

His tie brushes against my throat, so I yank.

He growls but does as he’s directed and gives his mouth to me.

Blindly, I tug at his clothes as he does mine, and somehow, I’m completely naked while I’ve only managed to kick his shoes off him and remove his jacket.

I shove on his chest, and with a growl he listens, standing before me.

I move to the edge of the bed, standing on the foot of the mattress so he has to look up at me.

His hands wrap around my ass, pinching as he follows my mouth, catching my bottom lip between his teeth.

His eyes are heated, open and barred with mine.

He runs his tongue across my lips as I work open the button of his shirt, my eyes move to his when I uncover the gold chain hanging from his neck, his key dangling from it.

I lift it, reading the inscription on the cooled metal.

Family runs deeper than blood.

“Your Brayshaw item.” My eyes move to his. “You’ve never worn it like this. Why now?”

“I didn’t understand it before, now I do.” His hand comes up to cover mine. “This is my key to this world, to you, to our future.” His grip tightens in promise. “Never again will a door stand in my way when you’re on the other side of it.”

“The key to the kingdom,” I whisper.

“To our kingdom.”

My body warms, and I nod, let go of the necklace and slip my fingers under the collar of his dress shirt. I slowly trail my hands across his skin, forcing the expensive material from his body.

My body. He’s mine.

He holds my eyes hostage as I undo his belt next, and his slacks fall to his knees. He gives a little shake, helping them down and his boxers fall.

He slaps the back of my thighs, so I jump, wrapping my legs around his torso, and slowly, he lets my body slide down, until his dick is settled against my ass cheeks, pushing. Ready.

I pull my hips back and it slides up, right where I want it. My hold on his neck tightens, and I use that to lift, aligning him with my opening and he pushes in.

His eyes shift between mine, not missing a second as he fills me.

He drops to his knees, so my ass is on the edge of the bed, his dick inside me, and he uses his hold on my hips to roll me how he wants it, he’s moving back and forth in slow, full motions.

After a moment though, his hand slides up my back until he’s fisting my hair.

He tugs, tipping my head back and dropping his to my chest.

He kisses my breastbone and picks up speed.

My ankles lock behind his back and he groans, pushing off the floor and sliding me across the mattress so he can settle on top of me better.

He rolls his hips, pulling my nipple between his teeth.

“Mmm,” a deep moan leaves me, and his mouth comes back to mine. Biting, nipping, sucking.

His elbows plant beside my head, and I feel him, twitching, growing impossibly harder, reaching impossibly deeper.

My body starts to shake, so he shifts us so he’s sitting beneath me. He grips my shoulders, pushing me down, and I welcome every last bit of him.

His body shudders beneath me, taking my cum with it.

I clench around him as he twitches inside me.

We finish together, eyes open and locked on one another’s.

We sit like that for a few minutes, catching our breaths, soaking up the skin to skin contact we’ve been desperate for.

He’s slow to fall to his back, the pillows at the head of the bed allowing him to reach up and brush the hair that’s fallen in my eyes behind me. His fingers run along my shoulders, causing a shiver to spread through me.

His smile is so soft, his eyes unblinking as his knuckles slide down my arm until he reaches my hand, my ring.

The ring the doctor gave me that day in the hospital, the one he pulled from Captain’s pocket after surgery.

Turned out Maddoc bought it for me, but the day he found out we were married, he left it sitting on Cap’s dash. Captain saved it for him, for us.

He knew.

He pulls the ring to his lips, kissing the tip of the crown, then the two diamonds beside it – a representation of us all.

“My queen,” he whispers.

My heart hammers in my chest and my lips part.

I lock my finger around his and with shaky hands, move them to my stomach, flattening it against my skin. “Our prince.”