Page 119 of Serpentine

“That’s it! I’m so fucking close! Don’t stop, don’t stop…” I jut my hips up as I look down, feeling the cum moving painfully slowly as my balls tighten.

“Don’t stooooo….” I get out as my body seizes, and cum erupts into Braxton’s mouth. It feels as if everything in the past between us is washed away now. We’re something else now. Something feral and beautiful at the same time.

“Brax!” I moan languidly as my cock still moves in waves, cum shooting down his throat as I feel him swallow it down. “God, that’s so hot…” I nearly whimper, movements getting jerky.

His smirk is immediate when he licks up the rest of the mess off my cock, shoving me back into my clothes. I’m dumbfounded and a little surprised I just survived what happened. “I think I could get used to watching you come if that’s how you do it every time,” he teases, crawling over me and capturing my mouth with his.

Braxton has this presence about him. Sometimes, he’s a little hard to read, but others, when it counts, he’s exactly what you need because he knows how to read a room. How to check out a situation. I feel like that’s why I must pay more attention to his needs; he’ll give up until he’s exhausted, mentally and physically.

“That was…”

He shakes his head. “Nope. Please don’t ruin it with words. What’s between us is beyond words. Just let it be.”

I nod as he drops beside me on the floor, looking at me as if he must process the moment. I know we’re too blissed out to do such a thing. Too far gone down the rabbit hole to give a fuck that we’re late for the tea party.

“I’m still going to check on Aella,” I tell him.

He sighs and lays back on the floor next to me, where I’m still lying with a pounding heart and softening cock.

“I know, but at least we had fun beforehand, right?”

Driving down the roads in the waning darkness is my favorite. Braxton gets uptight about nighttime driving because of all the wildlife that can spring from the woods beyond the streets instantly, but I always love the feeling of the coming night on my skin. The way the world seems to get calmer. Everyone’s days, no matter good or bad, are coming to a close. It’s the end of another chapter, and I love to watch the world change.

But tonight, I have a lot of nerves as I drive to Aella’s apartment. Even with what Braxton had done to calm me down, I’m still wiggling on my bike seat with anticipation every so often.

Car lights ahead have me turning my high beams off and slowly moving over. Not everyone is considerate when driving near motorcyclists.

I don’t think twice about the oncoming headlights; I’m too lost to care. Not until the vehicle gets near enough to me can I make out that it’s a van. It crosses the yellow lines separating us in a split second, heading straight for me. There’s no time to react. There is no time for an excellent plan to form. I swerve on the wet roads from the day’s rain, and the bike spins out of control, barreling into the woods to the right. I fly over the handlebars and slam against the bark of a pine.

I growl in pain as I hit the bank and roll down into the ditch.

So much pain riddles my body that I can’t focus on any specific thing that’s broken before darkness spreads over me.

“Get him into the back,” a voice says, and it’s the last thing I register as the world dims and unconsciousness veils all the pain.

THIRTY-SEVEN

BRAXTON

Miles never returned from Aella’s last night, and I didn’t expect him to. Grinning into my coffee cup, I think of how keyed up he’d been when he left. Even after coming and filling my mouth, he needed more. I know he gave Aella one hell of a fucking that I wish I could’ve seen for myself. But we’re going to have nights where we’re not all together. It’s how this is going to work. We’re going to have boundary lines we cannot cross. Or this shit will get messy.

Today is my second appointment with the doctor Aella set me up with, and I know she’ll be here. Half of me wants to get out of her what they did, but I think of the boundaries again and realize I can’t ask her that.

I’ve tried to call her this morning to no avail. She took the day off work to be with me, so I don’t think she’d miss it. But I also don’t think she’s ready to tell me or Miles about whatever she’s going through. That’s fine. There’s so much going on lately that I think it just hit her.

While I’m low-key worried, I know there’s a Cobra on her and that she’s safe.

My nerves are shot when I meet her there because I can’t wait for her any longer at the house. So when I’m in front of the good doctor, knee bouncing in anticipation of whatever he’s got to tell me, I’m on the fucking edge of sanity.

“How are you today?” he asks.

“Get it over with. Tell me.” It’s curt, but he laughs anyhow. Likely, he’s used to dealing with people with my disposition.

I did all the testing he wanted me to do, including coming here twice this week at night for him to do his invasive prodding into my psyche.

“Rip off the Band-Aid, hm?” he teases.

I nod. “If you wouldn’t mind.”

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