I like my cum on you. In you. I can’t wait to paint those beautiful tits with it, too.
Me
Promises. Promises.
Oof. The mouth on this man.
I showered quickly and met him in the living room, taking a seat on the floor next to the crackling fireplace. I opened the hutch next to me and asked, “Wanna play a game?”
“Sure. What did you have in mind?”
I pulled out the perfect game, holding it up next to my smiling face, and batted my eyes at him.
A laugh burst out of him as the door to Daphne and Nathan’s room opened. “What are you two up to?” Daphne asked as she joined us by the fire.
Brandon shook his head. “Playing Sorry, apparently.”
The next morning,I packed up to head back to the city. Daphne and Nathan were staying for a few more days and offered for me to stay, but I didn’t want to intrude on their love fest. Besides, I was itching to get home and have some non-outdoorsy time with my man.Who was I even?
Daphne’s parents had already taken off earlier, and Dane was waiting in the living room for Brandon and Dylan to finish packing. I was sitting at the kitchen island chatting with Daphne when the boys came stomping down the stairs.
Damn, Brandon looked good.He was even wearing thatdamn Santa hat he knew did something to me. He had worn it the night before after dinner, too, for which I may have sent him a dirty text after I went to my room to go to bed. We didn’t sneak off again, though. We decided to save it for when we got home so he could ‘punish me properly for making him wait so long’ or whatever.Insert eye roll.
Once we were all packed and ready to go, we went outside to warm up and load our cars. After saying our goodbyes and doling out hugs, I got in my car and rolled down the window. “Hey, everyone!” I shouted and they all turned to look at me. “Brando and I are dating! Byyyyyyyyeeee!” And then peeled out of the driveway.
EPILOGUE
LEXI
It had been weeks since I dropped that bomb at the cabin, but as it turned out it wasn’t much of a bomb. Dylan and Daphne already knew, and Dane and Nathan weren’t all that surprised. I believe Brandon said, ‘They were like, yeah, no shit’ or something like that. I guess we hadn’t been as sneaky as we thought. Whatever, it was still fun to secretly date while it lasted.
The bell above the door to the shop announced my arrival, and Paige looked up to greet me. “Hey, Lexi. Go ahead back.”
“Thanks, girl. Love that top.” Over the past few weeks, I’d gotten to know Paige pretty well and had a feeling she and I were going to be good friends.Look at me making friends and shit!
“Thanks! I just got it,” she smiled up at me as I passedher.
“Hey, Brando,” I cooed.
Brandon immediately stood and lifted me into a hug. “There’s my girl! I missed you,” he said, burying his face in my neck, making me chuckle. I couldn’t believe how far we’d come. “How was work?” he asked as he set me back down.
“Not too bad, I guess. I mean, it was work, so…” I snickered. “How about you?”
“Pretty good. I’m finishing my girlfriend’s tattoo today, so that’s pretty cool.” Before I could respond with some smartass comment, he leaned down and kissed me. I smiled against his lips. Dating Brandon was not at all what I’d expected. Initially, I thought he’d be super clingy and annoyingly romantic, but it was almost as if he knew exactly what I needed in a partner. Or maybe we were actually meant to be.Ha!I was still me. I wasn’t about to start believing in fate all of a sudden. Truthfully, we balanced each other out so well. He pushed me to talk about my feelings, and I coaxed him into being more adventurous. He was funny and kind, made me feel safe and loved, but still fucked me within an inch of my life just about every day. You could say things were going pretty well.
A throat cleared behind me. “Hey, I’m gonna get out of here,” Paige said, interrupting our kiss. “I’ll lock up. You kids have fun.”
“Thanks, Paige. See ya tomorrow,” Brandon called after her.
“Bye!” I gave a small wave and then moved to sit on Brandon’s table. Swinging my legs, I teased, “All alone. Whatever will we do?”
“Finish your tattoo,” Brandon said seriously.
“Boo, you’re no fun,” I pouted and crossed my arms over my chest.
“You know that’s not true. Now, don’t be a brat, and you’ll get your reward when we get home.”Home. He said that often. While we didn’t share a home, whenever he’d slip and say that, my heart skipped a beat. Okay, I knew I wasn’t actually having palpitations.I’m a nurse, duh, but I would get a funny feeling in my chest. It was a feeling that until recently had been unfamiliar to me.
He moved to put the privacy screen in place. Even though it was only the two of us in the shop for the rest of the evening, he wanted to make sure I wouldn’t be exposed if his brother or dad stopped by unexpectedly.
