10. Braxton

My woman is a damn minx, dropping what she said outside the truck. Now we're back at my place. "It's not much, but it's home." We're standing in the entryway to the older-style ranch home. It sits on just under an acre. The house was built in the 1950s, and for the most part, it hasn't changed, besides the kitchen and bathrooms.

"You're entirely wrong about that. It's perfect." I look at my place through her eyes. It's not as big as the home she grew up in—in fact, it's probably a quarter of the size—so, for her to say that, it makes me proud of it. It doesn't hurt that when I found this place, it was with Rowen in mind. With us making this place into a home, building a swing set for our future kids in the backyard, and fixing it up to what she would like best.

"Thank you. Come on, I'll show you around." This home isn't like the usual homes people have nowadays. You walk through the small entryway, and to the right is a study. The left part holds a dining room. When you walk further, there are stairs that lead to the spare bedrooms, one bathroom, and a game room. The kitchen and living room are the only things that have the open floor plan, that was after I tore down a wall to make it that way, then off that is the master bedroom. Rowen's eyes are wide, her mouth almost gulping air after she sees it. I set her bag on the dresser in the master bedroom.

"Braxton, seriously, you downplayed your home so much. It's amazing," she breathes out. I take her in, standing at the edge of my bed, not a care in the world that this was a foreclosure and I've put the bare minimum into it. I mean, hell, even the furniture is bare bones. I wanted that to be something we both put a stamp on.

"Rowen," I groan. My only thoughts are of seeing her naked, my body between her spread legs, my bed finally beneath her luscious body.

I watch as she steps out of her shoes, placing them methodically beside the foot of the bed. She goes to unbutton her jeans, and that's when I step in. There's no way in hell that she's going to do that herself. I nudge her hands away, taking the time to divest her of the sweater she's wearing, the tips of my fingers grazing her smooth skin as I lift her shirt up and over her head. When I discard it, she's in a white lacy bra, a color I'm noticing she likes a lot.

"I want to undress you too." She takes a step closer to me. Her arms come up, pushing my jacket off my shoulders, her hands gripping my biceps before moving to the bottom of my shirt. I help her take it off. Our height difference makes it hard for her unless I crouch down, and even then, she has to get on the tips of her toes.

Rowen's hands on my bare chest, kneading me with her hands as she moves down the length of me… This time, I'm not going to stop her. The air is sucked out of my lungs when she drops to her knees in front of me. "Fuck, Rowen. You look so pretty, kneeling for me, lips pouty, desire written all over your body."

"Then I guess you're going to like this even more." Her hands unbutton my pants, the hiss of the zipper being pulled down the only sound in the quiet room.

My hand wraps around her hair, moving it out of my way so I can see exactly what she's doing as she pushes my boxers and jeans down.

"Jesus," she whispers out, her breath fanning over the length of my cock. Her hand fists my length, the tips of her fingers not even meeting her thumb as she surrounds me.

"You don't have to do this right now," I tell her even though in the back of my mind, I know I want nothing more than to feel her mouth on my cock.

"Oh, I'm not intimidated, but I had no idea what you were packing beneath your jeans all those times I was pressed against you," Rowen says without missing a beat when I feel her tongue take its first lap against the head of my cock, lapping at the precum that's gathered there.

"Fuck, woman," I ground out when she traces the underside of my cock, the vein pulsing as she licks it from base to tip. She does this twice more before she engulfs the head of my cock, going down as far as she can, both of her hands now pressing on the back of my thighs as she sucks me with everything she has to give.

"Where the fuck did you learn to do that shit?" She swirls her tongue when she meets my head.

"I've watched a lot of porn these past three years." Rowen pulls off my length, a smile playing on her face.

"There'll be no more of that shit. You want to watch something, we'll make our own and we can watch it together." I hold my hand out to her. She gets what I'm trying to do. I step out of my shoes, shed the rest of my clothes, toeing my socks off before going after Rowen. It's time for her to be naked for me. Fucking finally.

"That could be fun," she responds, helping me by unclasping her bra while I strip her out of her jeans and panties.

"Get your ass on the bed," I grouse, watching as she listens to me. Her ass is up in the air as she makes a production of doing just what I say. Yeah, tonight is going to be fucking perfect.