Page 96 of Fighting the Odds

“Yeah… I… Well… Shit, this is hard.” He stumbles over his words and I find it amusing.

“I know. But we can do it. Just breathe. Trust me, of all the conversations I’ve had today, this will be the easiest.”

“Okay. Zan didn’t tell me all the specifics of your date, if you’re wondering. He did mention us all going to get tested and I’m going to get scheduled for it. I actually asked Dad to do it today. He’s always been supportive of us when it comes to stuff like that, always wanting us to make mature decisions.”

“Thank you. I plan to as well, but just as I told Zander, I’ve only been with Cyrus. Well, other than…” I motion with my hands, knowing I don’t have to mention his name.

“I know. Please don’t think I was implying anything. It’s just I like the way our relationship is building and if it’s a while before we do more physical things, then I’m okay with it. There’s no rush.”

I take a deep breath before blowing it out slowly, thinking about what I want to say. I don’t want to fumble over my words or have them come out wrong.

“Braxton, thank you for saying that. I want everything to happen naturally. If that’s having sex tomorrow, then so be it. If it’s a year from now, then that’s okay as well. But if you’re okay with it, I would like to kiss you.”

He scoots closer as his eyes twinkle and the corners of his lips turn up.

“I’d love nothing more, but only if you want to.”

He’s going to be the death of me. He’s had a hold on me since the first time I laid eyes on him with the way he had Sam laughing. I knew he was different. Then school happened, and for a brief moment I thought I was wrong. But just like a snake, he slithered his way back into my heart and once there he established residence.

I move closer to him, taking his head in my hands as I kiss him.

I moan into his mouth and he swallows it, pressing his lips harder to mine. His tongue glides along mine smoothly. Our breathing becomes ragged and I crawl into his lap, straddling him.

I grind my core against his crotch, rocking on it, each movement sending tingles of electricity through me as my clit hits it.

“That’s it, baby, use me to get off. Rub your pussy on me,” he groans, gripping my hips.

Is this even me? When did I become this sexual being? I don’t know, but I’m loving who I’m becoming.

“Fuck, Braxton, it feels so good,” I whimper, feeling the pressure building in my core, and I close my eyes as my head falls backward. When I can’t hold it any longer, my orgasm explodes, taking over me as my pussy pulsates.

“Shit, baby, you look beautiful coming. I can’t wait to have my cock buried deep inside of you.”

Once I’ve regained my senses, I look at his face, then quickly climb off his lap, noticing the damp spot and the very large bulge under it. Embarrassment washes over me at seeing the wet spot.

“Fuck, I’m an idiot. I’m so sorry I didn't mean for that to happen,” he pleads.

“No, it’s not you, or what we did. It’s just when I dance, I’m forward with men, doing what I need, flirting to get tips. But this with you is new to me. I wasn’t expecting to react like that while kissing you, but I did, and I liked it.”

He reaches out, the tips of his fingers gliding across the side of my face.

“I love that you reacted like that. Never be embarrassed about anything that happens with us.” He looks down at his hard cock and smiles. “You see what you do to me? This right here should tell you I’m enjoying every minute.” He slides my hair behind my ear, then takes hold of my chin and pulls me into a sweet kiss.

“This is so crazy,” I whisper when we pull apart. “I never imagined myself in a relationship with one guy, not for a long time anyway, now I have four.” His eyes go wide at the number four, but he doesn’t say anything.

“I never thought I’d be sharing my girl, but I am and I couldn’t be happier. I’m sure we’ll hit some bumps along the way, but I know we can handle them.” He takes my hands in his, holding them in his lap. His eyes brighten, and his brows arch up as a grin stretches across his face. “I might have some good news for you.”

“You do? What is it?”

“I overheard Dad and John talking last night. Sam has an appointment with a psychologist tomorrow to determine if you did anything to her. If his report comes back good, then you can see her.”

I leap at him, wrapping my arms around his neck as the tears start streaming down my face. This is the best news he could ever tell me.

I’m going to be able to see my sister soon. To hold her tight against me, feeling her heartbeat as she begs me to let her go. I’ll be able to squeeze her chubby little cheeks and see her roll her eyes.

I take a deep breath, putting a stop to my thoughts. I don’t want to get my hopes up. Who knows how this doctor will spin the words she tells him.

No, I can’t think like that. I need to stay positive. My sister and I are going to see each other soon, then I’ll be one step closer to getting her back home where she belongs.

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