Page 1 of Brix

CHAPTER ONE

Brixton Fox Slater was born to the coolest, diverse parents and grandparents ever. Or at least he thought so. His father was a twin. His uncle, Wade Slater also cool and badass. It was like having a second father, only he spoiled the crap out of you. To a young boy, or even a teenager, having all that sweltering badass around you was pretty cool.

His grandparents were Gabrielle, or Gabi Slater and Quincy ‘Zulu’ Slater. You could spot them anywhere. First, because they were always together, always holding hands, always needing to be near one another. Second, because their appearances were so unique, they couldn’t have hidden from the crowd even if they wanted to.

His grandmother was a skilled, ingenious surgeon who had developed a number of groundbreaking techniques that other surgeons often craved to learn. She was a part of the Belle Fleur medical team. A woman who was unique in every way, with silvery blonde hair and translucent blue-gray-green eyes that seemed to change colors with her mood.

His grandfather was an enormous man and former Navy SEAL. The combination of his caramel skin and her unique features made for beautiful sons in Wade and Tyler, better known as Tiger.

His father and uncle decided to become Navy SEALs like their father. His mother, having battled her way through an abusive household and then the foster care system, became a Marine.

Hazel’s terrible past caught up with her when her grandmother tried blackmailing her. Fortunately, Tiger and the team were there to help after she’d nearly made a colossal mistake leaving the team.

As Belle Fleur luck would have it, she was there to save him when he needed saving the most. They fell in love, and their unique features made for a stunning son.

Brix’s softly tanned skin, striking blue eyes with the same swirls of his grandmother, thick black lashes, and six-feet-six and two hundred and twenty pounds of lean muscle was positively mouthwatering.

When you are born into and grow up around men and women like those at Belle Fleur, it often feels as if your future is planned out for you. But it’s not.

“Brix? Any idea what you’ll want to study in college?” asked Hazel.

“Mom, I’m not going to college right away. I’m going to join the military,” he smiled. He was sixteen and almost as big as his father. His father gave him a knowing smile. They’d spoken of it often, but he knew they would continue to stress education for him.

“Okay,” she nodded. “That’s cool, but I want you to get your college degree as well. It’s important.”

“I know,” he smiled. “I promise.”

“Just curious, though, which branch are you thinking about? I mean, the Marines are great. But I’m sure your father would say the SEALs are better.”

Brix could only laugh, not giving his mother an answer.

When his father and mother married, she had piercings up and down her ears, in her lip, her nose, and apparently in other places a kid didn’t need to know about. Now, she wore four earrings in each ear but had removed all the other piercings, letting the holes close.

“Is there anyone special that you’re taking to prom?” his mother asked.

“Mom, I love you, but I’m not going to prom. Walker and Mags are going together, Leif and Ellie are going together. I just don’t think prom is for me.”

“Okay,” she nodded. “I’m cool with that. Just don’t miss out on all the fun stuff, Brix. High school will be over before you know it, and you’ll be moving on to bigger and better things. But there’s something to be said for enjoying this time.”

Brix didn’t tell his mother or father, but he rarely missed out on the ‘fun’ stuff. His good looks, body, and well-endowed manhood made him highly desirable. In fact, most would consider him a man-whore. He was always careful, using double protection, and the girls were definitely more experienced than he was.

When he graduated from high school, he joined the military with all of his closest friends. They all decided to become Rangers and were assigned to the same team. Leif, Major, Walker, Alistair, Sebastian, and Garr. For Brix, it was a dream come true.

Originally, they’d decided to share apartments to save money, but in the end, it was just too many guys up each other’s asses. Someone always smelled bad, someone always wanted to bring a girl home, and someone was always either a neat freak or a slob.

He was thrilled to have his own place. He would pick up women in bars, bring them to their places, fuck them blind and leave them. Night after night until the scare.

“I think I’m pregnant, Brix,” said the waitress, leaning over the bar toward him. He knew it couldn’t possibly be his.

“What? No. It’s not mine, Michelle. I was wearing a condom. In fact, it was double condoms.”

“Condoms break,” she said through her teeth. “I’m eight days late for my period, and I’m never late. I’ve only been with you.”

“It’s not mine,” he repeated, starting to feel sick to his stomach.

“Listen, asshole. I want nothing from you. I just thought you would like to know. I’m not happy about this either. I don’t want kids. I never wanted kids. I just wanted to fuck the stud with the donkey-sized cock.” Brix stared at her for a moment, feeling as though she’d slapped his face.

“What did you say?” he asked.

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