Chapter 1
BRAVO
PEACH JELLYBEAN DREAM
a ‘specterverse’ short story
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THE SPECTER SERIES
1. Hunting for Honey
2. Feilds of Clover
3. Broken Hearts & Coup D’etats
4. Secrets of Summer
5. Lace & Leather
6. The Colt & The Cobra
THE BRAVO BOYS
1. Killerwolf
2. Tigerlilly
SOLDIERS OF FORTUNE
1. Red Reaper
SPECTER SHORT STORIES
Halloween Special - ANGELMAKER The Southside Slayer
1. Alfa
2. Bravo
WARNING: THIS STORY CONTAINS EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT, FEM-DOM SCENES AND COARSE LANGUAGE THAT MAY BE DISTRESSING TO SOME
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Axle Paxton
“I know what you’re thinking..” She leans in close to me, chalking the end of her cue in blue.. So close I can smell her namesake in the air..
Peaches..
Fuck she’s beautiful..
If I told you Avalon ‘Peaches’ Walker was an angel sent straight from heaven to fuck me up, you’d have to see the diamonds in her eyes to understand just how true that statement is..
And goddamn, I am fucked up beyond salvation..
Those metallic oceans of mercury, liquid silver.. Stormy and lit by lightning from deep within, they fucking slay me..
“What am I thinking, Peaches?” I ask, my own voice a strained husky growl, curiosity straining at the back of my neck and the front of my jeans..
“Hmm.. Let’s see..” She muses as she leans over the pool table, her flaming curls falling about her delicate features, thrusting her perky little ass in my face just to taunt me..
With her fingers to the felt, expertly balancing the cue atop her knuckles, she squints down the line to calculate her shot..
“You think I’m beautiful..”
The way she says it is surely, as though she sees straight through to my secrets, but not arrogantly, there is a playful, airiness to her tone and her cheeks flush, just a little..
No, when Avalon speaks, it is like the smoothest of silk, a smokey confident purr.. “And you want to kiss me.”
She draws back the cue sharply and shoots as if to punctuate her point, sinking two stripes like the hustler she is...
Hot.. Damn..
“Am’i’rite, Axle?” Avalon shrugs knowingly, glancing over her tattooed shoulder at me, shiny ribbons of her thick ruby silk curls pouring down her long neck to pool at her clavicle, her hair bouncy and shimmering beneath the glowing light of the billiard tables..
Hell yeah she’s right..
I like confident.. And I want more than to just kiss her..
I want to lick her.. Suck on her like candy..
I want to fucking eat her alive..
“I don’t want to kiss you, Peaches..” I take a definite step closer to her, taking the stick from her hand before setting it aside.. “I’m going to..” I wrap an arm around her skinny little waist to haul her tight tiny body against mine, feeling her heat..
Fuck, she’s so hot.. “An’ yeah.. You’re fucking beautiful, alright, don’t you just fucking know it..”
Thoughout high-school, a wasted fuckboy like me couldn’t do shit to get a girl like Avalon’s attention..
She was that good girl, with even better grades.. Little Miss Perfect.
That sweet girl who somehow got along with everyone.. The girl everybody wanted to know.. Every guy wanted to date her, and she had no interest in any of us..
So.. I burnt my way through every other girl instead..
Not that that’d done much to stop me from jerking it to the many mental pictures I’d kept of Avalon over the years..
I was a horny teenager, what can I say..
Except that I’m different now..Better..
The Paxton name is one I am now determined to live up to..
My Father, Hunter Paxton, served in the Marines before moving to private contracting, and my mother Kirby is the City’s first female DA, and you’d better believe I had disappointed them enough growing up..
I mean sure I did most the things they expected of me.. I played ball, I kept passable grades.. Honestly, it’d been easy..
Because I never really tried.. I never pushed myself.. I never sought to reach whatever potential my parents had seen buried inside me..
And therein lies my failure as a son.. Because if anybody knows anything about Hunter and Kirby Paxton, it’s that they don’t do anything by halves, no exceptions..
I wish I could tell you why I had rebelled against the impossibly high standards set by my father and had resented my mother’s patient, passive approach..
But I can’t.. Because I haven’t exactly figured it out myself..
What I can’t tell you is I wish that I hadn’t.. Instead I should have listened more.. I should have appreciated them..
But I can’t change the past.
What can I say other than I’ve grown.. Matured..
Now I am a man..
With a different perspective.
My training and hard work culminating in what I was made for.. What I actually think was born to do..
Serve. Defend. Protect..
Avalon is different too.. The girl who I remember as preppy and prudish, now stands before me, a seductive bohemian goddess.. Multiple piercings sparkle in her ears and her nose, and she wears the most delicate floral tattoos, like watercolour, splashed along her collarbone to trail over one of her slender shoulders, painted with such fine precision in pastel apricot ink, adorning her soft snowy flesh..
Six years since graduation, without so much as hearing a thing about her other than what I’ve glimpsed from a few shameful late night social media stalking sessions, and then tonight, my last night Stateside before shipping out on my first tour of duty, of all nights, she walks into the bar..
If that isn’t a sign that I am supposed to fuck her, then the mischievous look she is giving me right now definitely is..
Her warm fingertips tease the muscles of my shoulders and I groan as she runs her tongue over her plump pink lips..
Yeah.. I’m going to taste those lips tonight..
“Oh” Is that so? What are you waiting for then, Pax?” She smiles, those glossy candy-apple lips looking good enough to take a bite out of..
“Maybe I’m waiting for you to say please.” I grin, playing with her since she has been fucking with me all night.
Her head tips to one side as she considers.. “Me? Say please?.. Oh, no.. Nope.. I won’t be doing that..” She laughs, turning away from me to snatch up her stick..
Her curvy hips sway as she circles the table to move away from me, finding the perfect position for her next shot..
As I glance over the remaining balls on the table, one thing becomes clear..
Peaches is kicking my ass..
“This isn’t your game, silly boy..” She lifts her head to smile up at me, coy and challenging.. “It’s mine.”
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February 16th
Dear Axle,
You asked me to write to you, so here I am.. Writing you a letter.. Though I’ll admit, I don’t know where to begin..
Since you left I have found myself waking up each morning, hungry for news of the world.. I turn on my television, drink my morning coffee and listen for any stories of El Chavez..
I scroll article after article, trying to understand why you are there and not here, but my dad says trying to comprehend war is like trying to find reason in madness.. It just doesn’t exist..
I blame you for this newfound political interest of mine.. It is your fault you see, because I miss you.
Maybe that is crazy of me to write, and I don’t expect you to feel the same, it was only one night after all..
But it is the truth.. I miss you more than I could imagine I’d ever miss a stranger..
Except you aren’t a stranger at all..
No, the stranger is me..
Because I gave you nothing.. I shared with you so little.. And I am sorry for that..
I feel a little silly writing this to you, since perhaps you are perfectly happy.. Maybe you are surrounded by new friends, finding new experiences to challenge yourself though, growing and learning..
Or at least, that is what I hope.
But maybe, like me, you feel lonely sometimes, maybe even right now, as you read my words you feel as though you are all alone, so far away from your home, missing all that waits for your return..
That is when I want you to think of me, because I will be thinking of you, sweet Puppy.
Sincerely
Avalon.
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