Eight Years Later (Book one of The Knights Of Hell) #Wattys2016

Chapter Sixteen:

Send in the dogs of war

- Dogs Of War - AC/DC

Chapter Sixteen:

Braxton's P.O.V

I am the luckiest man in the entire mother fucking world.

There is no doubt in my mind, Parker was fucking made for me. Crafted by the Gods, especially for me. I don't know what I did to deserve her, but I am eternally fucking grateful.

That sexy smirk and the twinkle in her eye, promising trouble. The way she spoke, swearing like a sailor and having such an attitude. Watching her handle a gun, like it was apart of her hand and how she fought men twice her size, getting knocked around and thrown to the ground, but she always got back up. She is the baddest girl I know, and one of the most dangerous people I know-man or woman.

Every part of her was pure perfection and I fucking loved that girl more than anything.

If anyone could hear these thoughts, they'd probably think I'm being a cute cunt and I'm watching her as she sleeps, her head resting on my chest with a small smile on her face.

But, no. Instead, I was watching her as she danced in front of me wearing a black lace lingerie set with thigh high stockings on and a pair of heels to Warrant's 'Cherry Pie'.

I tipped my beer back, not daring to take my eyes off her as she moved around before she slowly strutted her way over, her long hair flipped to one side as she placed her hands on my knees and winked at me, giving me a fantastic view of her cleavage.

I've said it once and I'll say it again; I'm not a romantic man. I'm a pig.

Parker grabbed my beer and took a big mouthful then handed it back to me, standing up fully again.

She smirked and her eyes lit up and I knew I was in trouble. I watched her perfect round ass as she walked over to the door and grabbed my cut, pulling it on over her small body.

Fucking hell, how did she make it look so good?!

She lit up a blunt as she came back over and inhaled deeply before blowing out a cloud of smoke. I sat and watched as she passed me the blunt and turned around so her back was to me, then she started dancing again.

I groaned and puffed on the joint, as she made my dick throb in my jeans.

When Parker turned back around, she crawled into my lap, straddling me and she ran her hands down my arms slowly as she purposefully bit her lip, knowing exactly what that did to me. I took another hit and leaned forward, kissing her deeply as she inhaled the smoke from me. Her hands went to my chest and she pushed me back, making me make a low noise in my throat and clench my jaw.

This girl was the biggest fucking tease. She blew out the smoke I had given her and started grinding down on me as the song changed to Def Leppard's 'Pour some sugar on me'. I placed my hands on her thighs gently as she moved like a fucking pro, then wrapped her arms around my neck, tilting her head back, her hair tumbling behind her. I kissed her collarbone and nuzzled my face into her neck and she moaned lightly. God, that fucking moan.

Parker ran her hands down my bare chest as I nipped her earlobe, earning another moan from her.

Fuck it. I thought as I stood up and placed the joint into my beer bottle. I held onto her thighs tighter so she didn't fall and she squealed at the change.