“Nothing?” he scoffed. “You call everything we shared‘nothing’?”
You’re doing it again. You were supposed to tell him what you feel and make things right even if he doesn’t feel the same,Allison scolded herself.
“Who have I guarding all these years? Was it Mariella?”
Allison fell silent.
Yes, Brandon was her secret bodyguard. He had been watching her all along. And he’d still been watching over her up until now. What was she thinking?
“I-I’m sorry,” she muttered upon the realization.
She saw him raise a brow, crossing his arms on his lean chest. Without a word, she crossed the distance between their faces. She wanted to tell him how sorry she was for assuming things. But she missed him so bad that she thought her apology could wait.
She wiggled her wounded foot to check if it had recovered. And to her delight, the pain was nowhere to be felt. She wrapped her arms around his neck, deepening the kiss with full intensity. She didn’t care if her butt was kissing the ground. But Brandon pulled away, making her whine in disagreement.
“That’s not the proper way to apologize,” he spoke in between deep breaths. A sheen of sweat shone on his forehead, an indication of how much willpower he had to muster to pull away.
She watched his mouth with lust and desire. Oh, how much she wanted to taste those lips of his.
“But, you can apologize later.” With that, Brandon pulled off the jacket that was covering her naked body. His hands roamed, exploring every inch of her bare skin as if they had found a home. His touch was very hot, leaving her breathless.
Pulling her body closer, she felt Brandon’s hand squeezing her ass. Feeling aroused, Allison repositioned herself so that she could wrap her legs around him, her ankles locking behind his back. She felt his hot mouth latch onto one of her shoulders, sucking her bare flesh.
Brandon’s hands moved to her breasts – squeezing and cupping them. His mouth traveled from her shoulder to her neck, from her collar bone to a stiff nipple, making her gasp.
She raked her hands through his hair and tugged some of it, whispering his name. “Brandon…”
Allison tried to remove the remaining clothing from Brandon’s body impatiently. But when the belt refused to unbuckle, she cursed aloud. “Damn it. Why won’t it come off?”
Brandon laughed against her skin, removing the belt himself. “You miss me that much, huh,” he teased, tilting his head to see her expression.
“You get impatient when you’ve waited as long as I have,” she replied, frowning.
Her hands moved expertly, unzipping his pants, freeing his cock. She smiled as she watched him grow in her hands, stroking him up and down. His cock never failed to amaze her with its length and bulbous tip.
Licking her lips, Allison lowered her body – almost kneeling on the ground – and started showering Brandon’s cock with soft and tiny kisses. She traced his erection with her tongue, earning herself loud groans of pleasure.
When Brandon shivered, almost approaching the edge of bliss, she placed him at her dripping entrance, moaning when she sat down slightly.
“Wait. Wait,” Brandon said, lifting her off his thighs. He stood up, making her frown.
“Seriously?”
He removed his shoes and pants, as well as his boxers, before helping her stand, leaning her against the tree. She giggled in anticipation when Brandon crossed her hands around his neck and helped her legs circle the small of his waist.
“This is exciting,” she whispered flirtingly, licking the tip of his tongue.
He started kissing her neck, cupping her breasts and sucking her skin before returning to her lips. He positioned himself between her opened thighs and filled her in one thrust.
Biting her bottom lip, Allison shivered in excitement and need.
“Alli…” he called, pulling out of her. He was covered with her juices.
She moaned in response.
“I love you.”
She opened her eyes and was about to say something, but he cut her off by slamming into her again unexpectedly.
