She didn’t fight me.
I pretended my heart wasn’t skipping inside my chest when she sat in my lap like she’d accepted that she belonged there. After getting my fill of staring at the goofy face Braxton was making in the photo, I finally glanced at the wax replica of Loren that she was posing with and burst out laughing.
The sound made Rich lose his composure, followed by Brax before we were all laughing at Loren’s expense.
Truth be told, it wasn’t that bad. The difference was minuscule, and the statue was pretty accurate.
To Loren, it looked like his nose should have its own zip code.
Without thinking to ask for permission, I went through the rest of the photos she’d taken, wanting to see her day through her eyes.
I wasn’t surprised to see she’d even taken some with Rich since she was being so agreeable with me. I felt her gaze on me as I scrolled through them.
He’d taken her everywhere.
Times Square, the Statue of Liberty, the MET, the Empire State Building—everywhere I’d been too stubborn and stupid not to take her myself.
When I reached the last entry and realized it was actually a video, she tried to snatch her phone back, but I held it out of reach.
Our gazes met, mine steady, hers nervous.
“Houston—”
I held her tighter before pressing play. The video was dark, but I could still make out the wig Rich wore, and his head buried between Braxton’s legs as she recorded. He was eating her pussy in what looked like the back seat of a car, but I couldn’t tell anything else about their surroundings.
“Rich,” Braxton moaned in the video as he attacked her clit.
My mouth began to water as I wondered what she tasted like. It was a problem I’d have to rectify soon.
Her soft moans filled the room, and even Loren paused his bitching to listen in. In the video, she wound her hips, fucking Rich’s face as he slurped and sucked her nectar as if she were cool spring water on a hot summer day.
“I’m coming, Jericho.”
She wasn’t lying.
I was hard and getting harder at the sounds she made. I didn’t have to question whether she could feel me when she squirmed in my lap. The footage became shaky before her grip must have slipped, and she dropped the phone, ending the video.
I took my eyes off the phone for the first time since the video started to look at Braxton, who was refusing to let us see how embarrassed she was. It made me wonder why she’d taken the video in the first place.
“Did you enjoy that?” I asked her even though I’d seen the proof.
“Yes.” Her tone was flat. “Can I please have my phone back now?”
This time I gave it up since I’d seen all I needed to. Standing, she walked to where she’d left her bags before climbing the steps to her room and closing the door behind her. I didn’t hear the lock turn this time, which had me feeling like a kid in the candy store.
First things first.
“Tell me you didn’t do that in front of the driver,” I demanded as soon as we were alone.
“Of course not,” Rich bit back. “I told him to take a walk. You’re welcome, by the way. I made her record that so you two wouldn’t feel left out.”
Loren was beaming as he regarded Jericho. “Good looking out, best friend.” Just as quickly, a frown took over his face as he looked Rich over like he was seeing him for the first time. “Bro, what the hell are you wearing?”
“It’s a disguise.”
“Clearly. You look like someone I should be telling to stay away from schools and playgrounds.” Rich immediately snatched off the wig and shoved it against Loren’s chest. The mustache, sideburns, and glasses quickly followed. “That’s better,” Loren said with a sigh. “I’m honestly questioning how Braxton let you go down on her looking like a pervert.” When Rich looked ready to hit him, Loren smiled. “We’re supposed to be getting along, remember?”
Braxton stayed in her room for the rest of the night, and I wasn’t sure how we managed it, but none of us bothered her. Loren and Rich had grown bored waiting and were currently sound asleep in the spare. Meanwhile, I was wide awake and feeling anxious. I couldn’t stop replaying in my head every fucked-up thing I’d ever said to her. I couldn’t stop wanting to undo my brutal treatment of her. My desperate desire for the impossible, to travel in time to change the past, is what kept me up. I wouldn’t be surprised if I never slept again from the fear that Braxton may never forgive me.
Sometime around one in the morning, she finally showed her face. I caught her sneaking into the kitchen and cornered her against the fridge.