2. Braxton

Fuck, she's not wrong. Though I'll never admit that to her. I knew Rowen was home. Everyone who was anyone in town was talking about her being home and how she's looking for a job now that she finished her college degree. As if I didn't know—the best part about having a business account and two brothers who have some form of background in the technology and bodyguard industry is you learn things along the way. I wasn't an idiot when she requested me on my personal pages. I accepted. This was the way she could see what I was doing, which was fucking nothing except digging my way out of debt and getting my shit taken care of. I knew when she came back home, I wasn't going to let anyone else snap her up. Fuck that noise. She's been mine since I gave her that first orgasm, and I'll be the only one giving them to her from now unto forever. Yeah, I checked every post she put out there. She might have been living the college life, but I saw that she was always with the girls from her dorm that first year, and then her cousin Berkley transferring there the next year. Those two were as thick as thieves. I was worried they would be little hell-raisers, but apparently Bridger put his foot down after they moved into an apartment. I laughed my ass off when Drake and Leo were talking about the fact that Bridger was grumbling that out of all three of his sisters, Rowen was giving him more gray hair and heartburn than Aspen and Peyton.

I understood it all too well. There were many times when I wanted to type out a message or call her just to hear her voice or see her response. I held strong though. I knew what would happen once we started down that road. I'd have her barefoot and pregnant, with no fucking regrets either. Rowen thought I didn't know she was in my shop, but I knew right away. Not only by the slamming of her car door, but when she walked by me, her scent told me everything I needed to confirm it. Her soft floral smell wrapped in everything you could tie to a woman with pure seduction on her mind. I'm not falling into her trap, even with the tight-as-sin top she's wearing, the way her skin is showing way too fucking much at that. Her top is white, some kind of spaghetti strap thing, somehow defying all odds and holding her firm tits in place. It barely covers the top of her stomach and moves up more with every breath of air she takes, almost giving me that glimpse of her navel piercing. And not to mention her skirt, which might be made to appear sweet and innocent, but it's anything but the way it's wrapped around her body. The palms of my hands are itching to get beneath her skirt just to feel the heat radiating off her body and need alone. She is teasing me without even lifting a finger, the unmistakable mirth she has on her face, the way those baby blues were filled with joy, her soft hair falling down way past her tits that were amplified even more by the way she crossed her arms beneath them. Yeah, she is about to get dirty, real fucking dirty.

As soon as she's in my office, I slam the door behind me, grabbing my rag out of my back pocket trying to get the excess grease off my hands before I make my way to the bathroom attached to the office to clean them. No way am I not getting my hands on Rowen. Once I finish, I walk towards her, backing her up until her ass is planted on my desk, and I wedge my hips between her spread thighs.

"Braxton," she breathes out, her hands landing on my hips to steady herself. I back away, but only for a second. I unbutton my coveralls, not wanting to mess her clothes up, at least not yet, pulling my arms out of them before tying the long sleeves around my waist. I always wear a tank top and gym shorts under these. I know some guys wear a full uniform, but there is no way I'm going to wear two layers of clothing while working on a car even on a fall day. That shit is for the birds.

"I like my name on your lips, siren." I lick my own, letting her know exactly what she does to me.

"Wait, we need to talk." Rowen's hands press against my firm stomach. I use my hips to slide her legs further apart.

"Not really the words I want to hear when I haven't had my hands on you in three years."

"Too fucking bad. You did this. You'll be the one to fix it." I admire the way she's standing her ground even if it's against me.

"I will." My hands fist in her long hair, causing Rowen to arch her neck so she can look into my eyes when I say these next few words. "I'm going to make this right. It'll be hard, Rowen. We have every factor playing against us, starting with your brother and your age." She starts to interrupt me, but I stop her. "Hush, I let your age get between us because I wanted you to go out and live a little. I knew the minute you were back in my arms, that was it. I was going to keep you, and nothing would come between us. That's not the factor I'm worried about. You know as well as I do that your brother is going to lose his fucking mind. Rightfully so, siren. He saw the way I was looking at you when you were too young. We're lucky he didn't find us that night you gave me one of the sweetest gifts possible." I slide my hand up her inner thigh until it drags her skirt up, wanting to see how wet she is for me. Rowen spreads her legs further. My thumb glides to the edge of her panties, and I find her clit.

"God, Braxton, I can't think when your hands are on me," she purrs out, her lips begging for mine.

"Good, then you'll understand why I want this to be between the two of us for a while. I want us to have time before your family and my own insert themselves into our world." I move my thumb to her pussy, gathering up her wetness before bringing it back to her clit. I want her to fall apart for me just so I can put her back together.

"Shit." Her hips move, rotating the opposite way of what my thumb is doing to her. It makes me want to see exactly what she's doing.

"Lift your skirt for me, Rowen. Show me what I'm doing to your sweet pussy." I watch as she gathers it in one hand while her other hand is braced behind her, and that's when I see it.

"Rowen Mae Jennings, you never cease to fucking amaze me. I'm not sure if I should get on my knees and worship you or turn you on your stomach and smack your ass." I'm already wrenching her panties down her legs, wanting to see what she did for me. No, fuck that, for us.

"Worship sounds good to me," she smarts back before she falls to her back.

"Yeah, that definitely will be happening too." I can't believe what my eyes are seeing. I can't even describe what she did is doing to me. Thank fuck, my girl had the balls to come to me today. If she hadn't, I wouldn't be where I am right now. I'd be the miserable fuck I have been for the past three damn years.