Marry Me by G. Hauser (good books to read for women TXT) 📕

park and said, “I’m in a

committed relationship.” Never in his life had Braxton said that,

lying or for real.

“You are? Or are you just telling me that to put me off?”

“No. I’m in love with someone and won’t cheat on him. Ever.

So if all you want is a business contract, let me get back to you

on Monday.” He parked and noticed Fabian walking to his car.

“You’re full of shit. You’re just saying that.”

Braxton shut the ignition of the car and opened the door,

craning his finger at Fabian to come closer. He did, appearing

curious. Braxton said to Fabian, “Dack Torrington doesn’t

believe that I am in a relationship and won’t cheat.”

“Dack the dick?” Fabian laughed.

Braxton nodded and put his phone on speaker. “Say hi to my

lover, Dack.”

“Who?” Dack asked.

Fabian leaned into the car and said, “Leave my man alone,

got it?”

“Who the hell are you?” Dack sounded angry.

“My name is Fabian, and no one messes with my man.” He

caressed Braxton’s hair.

“Is this the truth or are you getting some guy in a bar to say

that, Braxton?”

“You hear any music, Dack?” Braxton touched Fabian’s thigh

as he stood at his open Porsche door.

“Huh. Okay. Bye.”

Braxton disconnected the line and climbed out of his car,

putting the earpiece into his pocket. “You believe this? Next

person I expect to hear from is Virginia Steinman. My luck she’ll

call and beg me for a three-way with a straight jock she’s conned

into joining us.”

“I’m not surprised after they went on a date with you. You’ll

get them all trying to bag you, Braxton.” Fabian shook his head

and smiled.

“I only want one to bag me.” He shut his car door and

without looking, pointed his key fob at it to lock it. “Or should I say, shag me.”

“One?” Fabian reached out his hand. Braxton took it.

Holding hands? Braxton Todd holding hands? Impossible!

But it felt really good. Braxton laughed at himself and

squeezed those fingers tight.

~

Fabian led the way to his unit on the third floor and wondered

if all this talk was for show, a slick charmer to continue getting

what he wanted, or if it was sincere.

After opening his door to his apartment, Fabian said, “It’s not

much of a place. Sorry.”

“It’s fine.” Braxton removed his tie and suit jacket, draping

them over a chair in the living room.

“I just had Chinese food last night, so, what else could we

order?” Fabian toed off his shoes and also removed his tie and

jacket, headed to his bedroom to hang it up.

When he did, he turned around to see Braxton at the doorway,

investigating the contents of the simple bedroom, and him.

Seeing Braxton strike a pose, leaning on the frame of the

door, Fabian could imagine how easy it was for this man to get

anyone he wanted, anytime he wanted. But, was it lonely there?

Lonely having people only want you for one thing? Fabian knew

the answer to that.

He hung up his suit jacket and tie and opened the top buttons

of his shirt. “Pizza?”

“Anything.” Braxton crossed the room and held Fabian

around his waist. They pecked lips and pushed their crotches

together.

The attraction was so strong, it wasn’t something Fabian

could control. With a hand on resting on each of Braxton’s

shoulders, he ran it down Braxton’s arms, feeling solid muscle.

“Do I get to see you naked?”

“Before pizza?” Braxton teased, rubbing noses playfully.

“Uh…” Oh hell yeah. Now?

As if it were a dare, Braxton stepped back and removed his

shoes and socks.

While Fabian watched, his mouth watering, Braxton slowly

began to undress.

His cuffs, his shirt buttons, open, allowing the material to

hang free, just enough to see Braxton’s cut chest and six pack

abs. And giving a great show, Braxton unbuckled his belt and

opened his zipper, spreading the material wide to reveal a pair of

black boxer briefs.

Fabian’s cock engorged and pulsated as he waited.

Braxton stepped out of his suit trousers and tossed them on a

low padded stool beside Fabian’s dresser. He stopped before

going any farther, and asked, “Good so far?”

Fabian gazed from Braxton’s golden eyes to his jaw, down

his neck, his chest, naval, and the dark treasure trail that led to his briefs. The outline of a prefect cock was showing through the

cotton material.

“Fuck yeah.”

Braxton allowed the shirt to drop to the carpet.

There he was, gorgeously bronze, sculpted like a

Michelangelo statue, hairless chest, as if he waxed or shaved,

and long lean muscular legs. Fabian couldn’t believe his eyes.

Yes, he imagined Braxton was built nicely, but this? This is what

he was hiding under his Ralph Lauren suits?

“Where…Jesus, where do you work out?”

“Got a personal trainer.” Braxton stalked him. “Your turn.”

Fabian had no idea if he could compete with that! He backed

up, his legs hitting his bed as Braxton began to turn predatory.

Braxton helped Fabian with his shirt buttons as Fabian

drooled over this Adonis who was getting him naked.

His shirt was tugged out of his trousers and gently urged

down his arms to drop onto the floor. Braxton ran his hands over

Fabian’s chest to tweak his nipples. Fabian was about to come in

his pants yet again. This man was pure animal lust and he adored

the bastard.

As Braxton leaned forward to take one of Fabian’s hard

nipples between his teeth, he worked on Fabian’s pants, making

sure Fabian’s briefs dropped with his trousers. Fabian’s cock

flipped upright when it was exposed, hitting his own pelvis and

wagging in delight.

Braxton kissed his way down Fabian’s chest to his low

abdomen and then sat on his heels as he admired Fabian.

It felt as if Fabian was struggling for oxygen, he was so

excited. He looked down at Braxton. Just the size of the man’s

shoulders and biceps was making Fabian weak in the knees.

Braxton urged Fabian backwards so he was lying on the bed

width-wise, then he removed all of the lower half of Fabian’s

clothing.

While Braxton kissed Fabian’s inner thighs and pushed his

knees apart, Fabian felt his heart pounding beneath his ribs and

stared at the ceiling. Don’t fuck me and leave. Don’t.

Braxton used his lips to caress his way to Fabian’s balls then

sucked one into his mouth, rolling his tongue around it.

“Oh, hell yeah.” Fabian spread his legs wider and peeked at

the nightstand where his supplies were.

With just the tips of his fingers,