Needing Nevaeh (Rockers' Legacy Book 2) - Page 47

“She might have said if I wanted back in your good graces, this was the right place to start,” he confirmed. But then his hands were tangling in my hair, and he was angling my head back so he could kiss me hungrily.

My mouth felt tender and swollen when he finally lifted his head. “I love you so fucking much.”

Gasping for breath, I pulled his head back down to mine. “I love you too.”

Chapter 24

Braxton

Still kissing Nevaeh’s lips, I scanned the keycard over the hotel room door lock and heard the click before pushing the thing open. Her giggle was sexy as fuck as I ravished her mouth while steering us into the room and trying to avoid the obstacles blocking the direct path to the bed.

After eating, she’d whispered how hot she imagined make-up sex would be, while caressing her fingers up the inside of my thigh. Two seconds later, I had an Uber ordered and we were making out. I barely remembered the ride to the five-star hotel or even checking in, because she tried her hardest to distract me even as I was handing over my credit card—and she succeeded beautifully.

Finally, my thigh hit the edge of the bed, and I tumbled backward, taking her with me. She fell across my chest, kissing my neck while her fingers made quick work of my belt and the top snap of my jeans.

“Missed you so fucking much,” I told her as I tugged her shirt up over her head and tossed it across the room, then filled my hands with her luscious tits.

“We weren’t even apart for a day,” she reminded me breathlessly.

“I miss you every minute you’re not beside me,” I told her honestly.

“Braxton,” she choked out, her chin trembling.

“No,” I growled and rolled her beneath me. “No tears.”

She gasped, the sound going straight to my cock, and shook her head. “Happy tears, I swear.”

“Don’t care. No tears. I’ll lose my mind.” Bending, I attacked her mouth, kissing her until I was sure she wouldn’t cry. When I finally released her, she was clinging to me and mewling like the kitten she was.

It took me a matter of seconds to get her naked beneath me, and I moved even faster to shed my own clothes. Then I was sliding deep into her tight, wet heat and we were both groaning in relief. Finally, we were one again, and I never wanted to leave the sweet haven of her pussy.

It was hours before either of us was sated or exhausted. Gasping for breath, she pressed her sweat-dampened brow against my chest, kissing right over my heart. Content, I stroked my fingers down her back, thanking every deity I could think of that I hadn’t lost my kitten.

But there was one thing I was still curious about.

“Why did your dad tell you to give me another chance?” I asked her.

Nevaeh lifted her head, a sleepy look in her eyes. “He said he didn’t want either of us to go through the hell he went through with Mom. They broke up for like seven months once, and he said it was the worst time of his life.”

“Why did they break up?” I couldn’t imagine Drake without Lana or her without him. The very idea of it felt like some alien, alternate universe.

Her eyes darkened. “That’s his story to tell,” she said after a slight hesitation. “It really isn’t my past to share. But he regrets it more than anything he’s ever done. And according to him, he fucked up a lot.”

“Whatever happened with them, I’m grateful to him for convincing you to give me another chance.” I cupped her sweet ass in each of my hands, giving both globes a firm squeeze. “But do you think you can forgive Mia too?”

Nevaeh snorted and propped her chin up on her hand. “You sweet, lonely only child.”

My brows furrowed at that. “What does that mean? Is it a yes? Because I really don’t know.”

Laughing, she rolled onto her back and then sat up. Once she was standing, she walked over to where I’d tossed her jeans earlier and found her phone. I sat up, appreciating her nakedness and the delicious view of her ripe ass as she bent over.

Pulling out her phone, she waved it at me. “Texts from Mia. And one from Arella.” She frowned. “Fuck, she’s still mad at me.” Then with a shrug, she walked back to the bed and crawled under the covers with me.

“Nevaeh,” I growled when she started texting. “About Mia.”

“Braxton,” she laughed, barely looking at me as she texted rapidly. “I have three sisters and a shitload of female cousins—both honorary and by blood—with whom I fight regularly. It lasts like a day most times, a week tops, and then we’re all good again.”

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