Chapter 5: Chapter Five

Bexley

My fingers curled around the cold basin for support. I lifted my gaze to the mirror and saw pure fear etched across my face. What was I going to do with the information I had just been given? If what Dad says was true, then there wasn't a damn thing the police could do about it? Chameleons could camouflage themselves to blend in anywhere. If he could evade MI6, the police had no chance of catching him. The door opened, and I expected another female to come strolling in. Instead, I was shocked to see Braxton wading in like a man on a mission.

"Are you okay?" he asked, coming to stand right behind me.

I splashed water over my face, trying to rid the blotchy patches from forming across my cheeks.

"No," I replied, snapping back at him. "Get out and leave me alone."

He came closer, resting his hands against my shoulders. The warmth of his touch seeped through my cotton blouse, and I'd be lying if I said it didn't comfort me. Brax pulled me against his broad chest, wrapping his inked arms around my waist.

"I'm scared," I admitted, curling my fingers around his forearms, my eyelids falling like shutters.

Braxton had been the one to poke fun at me when I cried. He used to pull the heads off my dolls and let the air out of my bicycle tyres. Yet here he was, holding me in my moment of weakness, whispering to me that everything was going to be fine.

"Shh, it's all right," he promised.

How could I trust a word he said? As children, we were mortal enemies, and as adults, we were nothing but strangers.

"No, it's not," I whimpered.

Brax buried his nose into my hair, sucking in a deep intake. "I know it seems that way, but you have to believe me when I tell you it will be fine. We will not let anything happen to you. You have our word."

Our word? Did he mean all of them?

"Why are you being so nice to me? I thought you and your brothers hated me?" I asked, dragging up old wounds.

He jerked his head back with confusion. "Hate? No. Whatever gave you that idea?"

I rolled my eyes with a click of my tongue. "Oh, you know . . . all the infantile torture you and your brothers inflicted upon me over the years."

Brax moved my hair to one side so his lips grazed against my ear. I dared to look in the mirror and saw us locked in a lover's embrace. My eyes flared wide with uncertainty. I didn't understand why he was here. Why he was comforting me in my moment of weakness.

He trailed his fingers along my cheek. "You're so beautiful," he murmured. "You always were. I've thought about you a lot, just lately. I can't let you go without telling you how I feel. We were idiots. I'm sorry for everything I ever said and did to hurt you. Just know that I didn't mean any of it. None of us did."

My heart fluttered upon hearing that. "You're just saying that because you think it's what I want to hear."

"I know you're bored shitless. You're crying out for excitement. I can tell," he breathed, sending a shiver down my spine. "Take a risk for once in your life. Do something reckless."

"I'm happy. I like my boring life. It's safe," I replied, dismissing his claims. "The only risks I take are with the business, and I never lose."

"You want to kiss me," he stated, sounding sure of it. "I know you do."

I shook my head. "No, I don't."

I did. Really, I did.

He pressed his groin against my backside, letting me feel the full extent of his arousal. "Liar," he teased. "You say one thing, but I can tell how turned on you are by how your nipples are punching holes through your bra."

His fingers traced the curvature of my body, over my clothing, circling my treacherous buds, calling me out on my bullshit excuse. My head rolled back to rest against his shoulder, his fiery breath caressing my cheek. I hated him a few hours ago, and now I was grinding against his dick like a thirsty slut, wondering what it would feel like to be impaled upon it. Braxton's lips curled into a lazy grin; his hands were busy pulling my blouse from where it was tucked into my trousers.

"We can't do this. Someone might come in," I told him, fearing that we'd get caught.

I should push him away, turn around and slap him hard across the face. We needed to stop this before it went too far. What would his brothers think if they could see us right now? What would my father say? It was thrilling, exciting, and scary as fuck in case someone burst in and saw us.

"So?" He challenged, pressing kisses to my throat, weakening my knees and quickening my breathing. "We'll give them a show. What do you want? Tell me, and you can have it?"

I blinked, staring blankly at our reflection. What did I want? Until now, I had never felt so alive.

"Do you prefer to play it safe with my fingers? Would you prefer to lean back and spread your legs, so I can eat your pussy? Or do you want me to fuck you fast and hard over the sink?"

Fucking hell! He just came straight out and said it without so much as a blush staining his cheeks.

"We can't do that in here," I cautioned, glancing to see if the door could lock from the inside.

Yes, I was giving it some thought. I'm a red-blooded female who wanted some action like the next woman. Sue me. Braxton was drop-dead gorgeous, and I hadn't had an orgasm in years.

"Time's ticking," he reminded. "People are going to look for us." He sucked on my sweet spot at the base of my throat. "It would be a shame to waste the opportunity. I want you, and I could tell by the way you were flirting with me that you like me too.

Shit! So, this was what it felt like to be bitch-slapped by Karma.

"Brax?" I moaned, forgetting all my troubles, my mind emptying of all thoughts.

His touch was the perfect distraction. Just what I needed to release my frustration. He thought so too, plucking at the button of my trousers and tugging down the zip. His fingers bypassing the elastic of my panty line and delving into the wet heat he'd created.

"Uh, stop," I uttered, as he dragged his finger back and forth down my slit, dipping deeper and deeper each time. "Someone will see if we do it here. Take me into the cubicle."

"But where's the danger in that?" he teased.

"Brax?" I mewled his name.

"You want me to stop?" He asked as if he doubted it.

Ah, fuck it. I needed this. So what if someone walks in?

"Keep going," I urged, hearing his husky chuckle. "Just use your fingers."

"Okay, we'll play it safe, this time," he breathed, implying that there would be a 'next time'.

My trousers slid around my hips and I stepped out of one leg. Brax pulled at my underwear until he tore it free and stuffed the screwed-up lace inside my mouth. Using one knee, he pushed between my legs and spread my thighs apart. My slick wetness cooled in the air, providing him with a natural lubricant.

"Look at me," he commanded, urging me to stare at our reflection. "I want to watch as you come."

This was devilishly sinful, bent over the sink with Braxton stroking me. I reached between us, running my nails across his crotch and feeling the iron rod thicken beneath his slacks. Fuck, he was big. The four H's. Huge, Handsome, and hung. I wanted him as much as I craved all of his brothers. I fantasized about them all. But I refused to admit it before. His fingers pushed deep inside my heat as his thumb found my clit. I spat the lace out as I gasped, my body arching as I rose on my toes. My fingers set to work, unbuckling his belt, wriggling my hand inside his boxer briefs, and seizing his mighty organ. It felt like silk around steel, jerking him into a frenzy. Brax moulded against me, his brows scrunched with desire. My knees shook, and I struggled to keep my eyes open. He nipped my earlobe, forcing me to obey. This was insane. We shouldn't be doing this. But we were, and it was magical.

"Are you ready to come for me, baby?" he rasped against my ear. Using his free hand, he tugged my bra over my breasts so that he could fondle them, rolling a nipple between his finger and thumb. "You're gonna make me blow."

"Yes, oh god, yes," I panted, angling my face to his.

Our lips locked like two magnets drawn together and our tongues swirled in an erotic dance. The sound of my climax played out on Braxton's fingers like a filthy, wet symphony. My fingers curled around his length, milking him for all he was worth.

Our bodies tensed like coiled springs. Lights flickered behind my scrunched eyelids. Brax sucked my tongue as my lips pulled back into a perfect “O”.

"Uh," I cried, my hips undulating as I rode his fingers. "Fuck, God, don't stop."

"Oh, yeah," Brax grunted as he splashed hot, sticky come down the crease of my arse.

A tidal wave of euphoria came crashing over me, soaking his fingers, and I slumped into his arms like a boneless mess.

"That was perfect," he cooed. "Next time, I'm gonna fuck you raw."

Yes! God, let there be a next time.

He withdrew his fingers and sucked off the juices. Shame washed over me, giving me a slap of reality. I clutched my ruined underwear and rushed into the cubicle to clean myself up. Braxton's seed was trickling down the back of my thighs, so I wrapped toilet paper around my hand to wipe it off. How could I face him after this? We kissed, and we fooled around. But it meant nothing. It was just a distraction.

"Don't go back to Cheshire. Come back to Sandbanks with us. Help us, Bexley. We can't do any of this without you," Braxton spoke from the opposite side of the door.

Do the Wolfe Brothers need me?

"I'm not my mother," I expressed, as I dressed quickly. "What if I can't crack the code?" I doubted myself at every angle, which was my worse trait.

Brax tapped on the door. "Come out of there. The Bexley Barker I remember would never hide in the toilets. She would show the world and his uncle just what she is made of."

He knew me better than I gave him credit for. I never backed down from a challenge.

I turned the latch and stepped out from the cubicle, tucking my hair behind my ears. Braxton was leaning with one arm against the panel beside me. He caught me around the waist with, crashing my chest against his.

"Fine," I decided, pushing back and crossing my arms beneath my tits. "I will help you, but it'll be on my terms."

His eyes flared wide. "Anything you want; you name it, you got it," he assured.

"I want in on everything," I voiced, making myself clear. "All of it. If you leave me out of the loop, then I'm done. I return to Cheshire and I stash the necklace where no one will find it."

His lips pulled down at the corners, and he nodded in agreement. "Fair enough, but there are hackers who can infiltrate our system. We need to destroy the files."

I tapped my palm against his solid pectorals. "And another thing . . . can we please keep what just happened in here to ourselves? If we're going to be spending a considerable amount of time together, I don't want there to be any misunderstandings between us," I insisted, hoping that we could at least be friends.

Fine, I wanted to be more than that, but I wasn't entirely sure he did. It would be good to have one ally among the Wolfe Pack.

Braxton's eyes flinched with hurt. "What?" he held me steady, keeping me there. "I can't just ignore what happened between us, Bexley. We will discuss this when we return to Sandbanks. Make no mistake about that."

A storm was raging behind his hazel eyes. He wanted me, and he wouldn't be denied.

"Why do you have to insist on complicating things. We had a few moments of fun. Let's not turn this into something it's not," I argued.

"Because you're looking for more than just fun, Bexley. You want to be chased," he returned, calling me out. "You crave the excitement."

It was true. The thrill of the chase was always the best part, but you know what else? So was a secret affair. Catching Braxton's jaw in my hand, I ran the pad of my thumb across his bottom lip.

"If your serious about this, come to my bed tonight. This stays strictly between you and me," I affirmed, making my intention clear.

This was all about sex. No strings. No feelings involved. That way, no one was bound to get hurt.

"You're the boss," he replied, sounding satisfied with our arrangement.

The door burst open, but this time it was Asher who walked in. He saw the way I was holding his brother and assumed that we'd been arguing.

"Whoa!" he held up his palms. "Take it easy . . . what did he do?"

"Nothing," we both spoke at once.

Asher cocked his head in observance. "If you're finished doing nothing, you might want to start making your way to the rooftop. We're heading back to Sandbanks." He bounced his gaze to me. "Your room is all set up ready for your arrival."

I let go of Braxton's face and released an agitated huff. "You assumed that I would say yes?" I shot Asher a scathing look.

He stuffed his hands inside his trouser pockets. "Actually, I knew that as soon as you heard the truth that you wouldn't say no," he replied, turning my question into an accurate statement of fact.

The smug bastard was always one step ahead. It drove me wild just as much as it infuriated me.