Page 100 of Break Me (Brayshaw High 5)

His thumbs spread it in, dragging his cum and circling it around the diamonds of my micro dermal piercings on my hipbones. His eyes lift to mine, and then he’s gripping the back of my neck. His mouth lands hard on mine and he groans into it. Sucking my tongue and twitching as he rides his wave.

We kiss until his breathing calms, and then he strips himself of his shirt, using it to clean up the mess.

He tosses it aside, tugs me into him, his knuckle trailing over the hickey on my neck. “This right here, I need people to see it, Tink.” His lips brush mine. “Let them see.”

Let them see his mark on my skin.

I’m too afraid to pause and think beyond tonight, so I pour all my focus into this moment.

He kisses me again, slower, softer, and my chest tightens when he whispers, “For the record, as far as I’m concerned you were already mine, and baby girl... know that I’m yours.”

I don’t even remember falling asleep, but we must have, because the next thing I know, I’m waking up beside him.Chapter 27RoyceRaven has to stay in the hospital for another day because of the emergency C-section.

When the doc came in and told her so, he said two more days, but the girl refused, and used Maybell as her excuse, not that she needed one—she said she had a nurse and a gang at home and didn’t need to be here that long.

The doc couldn’t argue, so he moved onto the next bit of info, mentioning Raven was to refrain from ‘sexual intercourse’ for six weeks—something they both knew but pretended would never come. Maddoc argued she didn’t push a baby out and we laughed our asses off at his expense.

He decided not to debate the point with the doctor and gave Raven a look that said that wouldn’t be happening, a look she gave him right back.

He’s a sneaky fuck, though, got her a present he said was a long time coming in the twenty minutes it took her to shower—I got to watch the little man sleep in his plastic little cube thing while he snuck out.

I was a good-ass sitter—he didn’t even wake up.

Doubt Maddoc’ll tell me how his ‘present’ worked out, but I guess that means they’re waiting that six-week mark after all, give them both time to heal.

Now, we’re all back in the room, Zoey’s sitting up in a chair the nurse brought specifically for her, staring down at her best friend.

We skipped school and have just gotten our lunch delivered when Raven’s eyes slide to me and hold.

Raven winces as she pushes up in the hospital bed, lifts the baby onto her shoulder, holding his little head near hers, and Maddoc leans over to kiss his hair. “You weren’t alone last night.”

I say nothing but put my food away, wash my hands in the sink, and make my way to her.

With a small smile, she hands me my nephew.

He’s smaller than a football, perfect in every fucking way.

I take the seat opposite of Maddoc and cradle him in my arms like Maybell showed me, making sure his head is tucked perfectly into the crook of my elbow.

I run a hand over his full head of dark hair, as black as a raven, just like his mama. He starts to stir, a small cry slipping from his lips and I freeze.

The others laugh but Raven quickly passes me a weird-ass circle pacifier, nothing like the ones they brought home when they went and bought a truckload of shit.

She holds it up to his mouth, but I take over, and the little guy settles.

His dark lashes flutter and my chest warms. His eyes are near the same shade of green as Maddoc’s, maybe a little lighter. He’s the perfect mix of them both.

“Hey, little bro,” I whisper. “You got milk drunk last night and didn’t get a good look at me. I’m your favorite uncle.”

Light laughs fill the room, but I ignore them. This is me and little man’s time.

“Your pops is gonna try to teach you to dunk, but when he’s not looking, come to me. He’s got the perfect shot, but the dunk is all me, my man.”

He makes a little sound and my smile widens.

“Yeah, you know what I’m talking about, don’t you?” I grab his hand, feeling his tiny fingers, and they close around me. “Me and Zoey Bear, we’re gonna show you all sorts of stuff, ain’t that right, Zo?” I look over, having sensed her eyes on the two of us and a wide smile takes over her lips.

I jerk my head and she runs to us, so I lift her onto my knee.

“He’s so cute.” Zoey smiles at him, waving her hand, but his eyes are already closing.