Committed by Alycia Taylor

COMMITTED
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MMA NEW ADULT ROMANCE SERIES

 
    By
Alycia Taylor
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    CHAPTER
ONE
    EMMI
    The lights of a car, or something, kept flashing
through a crack in the blinds and waking me up. I was really tired ; I didn’t want to wake up. Why were my blinds open? I always closed
them at night. I started to roll over and get it out
of my face but I realized I couldn’t move. That was when I remembered that I wasn’t in my own room, or my own bed. I was in Braxton’s bed and my arm was underneath him.
    It took me a minute to
remember what had happened last night…or I suppose it was still tonight. It
slowly started coming back to me though, Sarah taking
our picture in the locker room after his fight. I was
worried about what people were going to think if they saw that picture of us.
They would likely think I was just another one of his
one-night stands. That didn’t stop me from having sex
with Braxton in the shower though.
    I smiled as I thought about how the night had ended. We’d barely gotten in the
apartment door when he’d shoved me against the wall
and kissed me. From there, we left a trail of clothes down the hallway and we’d
fallen into his bed. The sex, as usual had been mind-blowing. As I rolled against him, Braxton shifted and rolled into me.
    “Mm, nice,” he said, burying his face in my breasts.
    “You’ve got me on the edge of the bed over here,
pervert, how about a little room?”
    He laughed and rolled back over, pulling me with him.
    “I don’t know if I’m the only perv in the room, you jumped my bones last night.”
    He was right about that one. I ’d
gone to the locker room for exactly what I’d gotten. I snuggled back into him.
    “Your bones shouldn’t be so good looking and then I
wouldn’t be such a pervert.”
    “Speaking of bones. I’ve got a pretty good boner going on right about now if you’re interested.”
    I laughed, but I couldn’t resist, I reached down and wrapped my hand around him.
He wasn’t lying.
    As I began stroking it up
and down slowly, he said, “See what you do to me?”
    I laughed again and said, “You know, it’s a scientific fact that morning wood is
related to hormones, not who you’re with.”
    “You are such a romantic,” he said as he wrapped me up in his arms and covered my mouth with his. His kisses
melted me . After feeling his lips and tongue against mine , I was putty in his hands. Even more convincing was the
fact that as we kissed he took one of my nipples between his thumb and
forefinger and tweaked it until I could feel wetness between my thighs and a
deep ache in my pussy again, like it hadn’t just been
used by him twice in the past six hours or so.
    "Oh, my God,” I muttered, squirming underneath
his weight. He moved his hand to my other nipple and
gave it the same treatment, only this time he was pulling harder, making me
moan.
    "You like that, baby?” he whispered against my
lips.
    “Mm, yes I do…I love it. I want you. Now," I begged and then brushed my lips
against his.
    "Mm, that’s what I wanted to hear,” he said, almost in a purr. “I hope you’re ready, because I’m
going to make you writhe and moan and scream.”
    I couldn’t object. He was right.
    Braxton leaned down and licked one nipple, and then
the other, finally sucking one all the way into his mouth. He used his tongue
to trace around the outside of it and his teeth to scrape along the nipple. It
wasn’t enough to hurt, but it sent me into a