Page 38 of Mating at Midnight: Book 1

He lays a panty wetting kiss on me that almost clears my brain. His tongue dominates mine like a snake charmer playing his flute for a cobra to come out of a wicker basket. Braxton guides his hands down to my ass, then kneads my cheeks.Fuck.If I don’t stop this, I’ll never get my answers, but damn if this shit didn’t have me wanting him to strip me down and make my body explode with pleasure.

With a clear head, I cautiously remove my lips from his. Braxton growls from the separation.

I peck his chin, saying, “If we keep this up, we won’t have the talk that needs to happen. We can continue this afterwards, okay?”

Seconds passed before he finally replied, “Okay.”

Chapter 20

Braxton

The last person I wanted to talk about was Megan, but I did tell Nyah I would answer her questions. If I’m not anything I am a man of my word.

Letting her go, I offer, “Since it’s a nice night out, how about we have a drink on the balcony?”

Nyah displays her beautiful smile, replying, “I’d like that.”

“Would you like Hennessey or Rose’?”

“After the day and night, we had, I think the Hennessey would be best. No ice please,” she replies, going over to the balcony doors. She slides the curtains back, then opens the door.

My eyes lay glued to her as she steps out and clutches the railings. Nyah closes her eyes, inhaling the night air.

Tearing my eyes away from her shapely body, I poured up our drinks before joining her. Nyah shifts to face me. She takes the lowball glass from me, then takes a sip. I chuckle as she does a little shimmy dance from the liquor rolling down her throat.

“Are you okay?” I tease, taking a drink.

“I’m fine,” she returns. “I’m trying to be lady-like and sip but on regular occasions, I would have tossed this shit back without any hesitation. Right now, I think it’s best for me to sip in moderation.”

Laughing out loud, I say, “I get that, but I don’t want you to change up any way you would unwind at the end of the day for me.” Closing the small distance between us, I lean down and whisper, “I know you’re a lady, my lady. So, you do as you must to take the edge off. Except for drugs, I don’t tolerate that shit.”

Nyah bumps me with her hip, giggling. “I don’t do drugs, Braxton. I may have a drink every now and then, but nothing that would classify me as being an alcoholic.”

“Good to know,” I say, turning to prop my side against the railings. I took another sip. “So, let’s start our Q and A session. Being your mate, I have nothing to hide from you.”

Nyah does the same motion, then inquires, “You and Megan? What was that all about?"

“Megan and I had an off again physical relationship. I never told her she would be my mate. I made that clear in the beginning and she was fine with it. Somewhere down the line Megan must have thought my feelings would change, but they didn’t. I cut off things with her a while back. Why my mother decided to bring her along, I have no clue. “We,” I motion my hand between the two of us. “We are mates and nothing or no one will ever come between that. Even if you denied me this very second, I wouldn’t take another in your place. I belong to you, and you belong to me. That’s how the Gods saw fit.”

Nyah nods, taking another taste of the Hennessey. “That’s all I needed to hear. Dealing with the shit from Fonda, and now Megan; you can’t blame me for having questions. Hell, I’m sure you had questions about Corey before we heard his possible motives.”

“And I still do,” I sharply reply. “He has announced within your Pack that he wants to be your mate. He’s lucky I didn’t sneak back onto Midnight land and kill him in his sleep,” I snarl.

“And I’m glad you didn’t,” Nyah snickers. She then becomes serious, then asking, “After we’re mated, will there be any others like Megan who will pop up, professing their love for you or you promised them they would be mated to you?”

With every ounce of honesty in my body, I tell Nyah, “I have never made any such promises to any woman. I hold declaring someone as your mate as the utmost respect level and since none of them were my destined mate, they never received that honor. But you, my destined mate...” I snake my free arm around herback, drawing her close to me. “You will be the only one who I will ever make such a declaration.”

“I better be,” Nyah says with sass as I nibble at her earlobe.

We laugh together, enjoying the rest of our drinks and the calmness of the city.

With two drinks down, we were feeling lively. Nyah went back into the suite and turned on the radio. One thing I found out before purchasing the hotel is that the suites were soundproof, so no matter how loud the music flowed it wouldn’t disrupt the other guests unless they had their balcony doors open. Seeing how it was mostly my family occupying the other suites I didn’t care. My mate and I were in a good place and that’s all that matters to me.

As the last song ended, Usher’s Seduction filled the surround sound. I might be a country boy, but I love R&B music as well.

“What do you know about this?’ Nyah asks, twisting her body to where her back flushed upon my chest.

“I know more than you know,” I acknowledge.

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