It put me off at first, until I understood that Brandon had no other option than to be friends with him. They train in the same advanced group, and Brandon is going to be an elite warrior in the future. He has to be friendly with the alpha and his friends.
“Are you free later today?” he asks me, pulling me out of my thoughts.
I sigh. “After my shift, I need to go home and check on Faye.”
“Oh, right. Sorry, I forgot,” he pauses. “Can’t you just ditch her?” I blink at him in shock until he shakes his head. “Sorry. I didn’t mean it like that. Obviously, you can’t just ditch Faye. You are just so responsible that sometimes I am scared you will miss out.”
“It’s okay,” I say. “Actually, Evelyn is going to take her out this evening. Her grandkids are visiting, and they are Faye’s age. She is going to stay the night.”
Brandon’s head perks up. “Does that mean I get to see you tonight?”
I think over his request. Faye is safe with Evelyn, and I will have my phone with me, in case she gets homesick. As for Marina… she is usually alright to stay on her own for a day or a night. Shefunctions– she goes to the restroom, she can get dressed if pushed a little, she can walk and move, but she doesn’tlive. She doesn’t interact. Not with me, and not even with Faye.
She just goes through a very simple routine, as if her body remembers, but her mind isn’t with her.
“Gwen?” Brandon nudges me.
“Oh, sorry. I was just thinking everything through. Evelyn can call me in an emergency, so we can meet at your place.” I pause. “I don’t think I can stay the whole night, though.”
He looks sad. “I wish I could have you for longer than a couple of hours here and there,” he says.
A twinge of guilt hits me. He is right. He is my boyfriend, and I can barely meet him. He is the first one who’s shown interest in me, yet I can’t pay him back. It’s just so hard to juggle everything with only the little help I have. Sure, there is Evelyn, who took it upon herself to look after me, but she has a family herself, and she has a job in the packhouse. There is also one of my father’s old friends, who has remained close to me – the only one of them. Dad would be so sad if he knew how his other friends had turned their backs on me.
But I can’t always rely on others. They are my emergency people, but I can’t ask them to look after Faye for too long, or to check on Marina when I am away for more than a day.
“I am sorry,” I say quietly. “I wish I could do something about it. I am sure once I find a better job and earn a little more, things will be easier. Oh, and certainly when Faye gets a bit older.”
Brandon takes my hands, squeezing them. “It’s okay. I am just happy to spend some time with you.”
two
The Boyfriend
*GWENDOLYN*
Brandon grabs my hips while I ride his cock. He is so deep inside me, filling me up to the brim, and making my head spin. I love this feeling of intimacy and how his hands feel on my body. Shifters are very sexual beings; they love anything revolving around sex and seek the touch of their mates. Thinking about mates gives me a twinge of sadness. I will never experience that feeling. I am not a shifter; I just happen to share some genetics with one, but other than that, I am human through and through.
But Brandon… he told me he feels something. So, at leasthecan feel the intensity of the bond.
He snaps his hips up. “Gwen,” he groans. “You are so hot.”
His words pull me back into reality, and I lean forward to rest my chest against his, while he fucks me from below. “Brandon,” I moan.
“Fuck, Gwen, you feel amazing.”
I push myself up, leaning back and rolling my hips. I feel his dick at a new angle now. Fuck, this feels amazing.
“Fuck, Gwen, I am coming!”
“Yes, Brandon, come!”
His dick pulsates inside me, pushing me closer to the edge, but I don’t come this time. I always need a bit longer to build up an orgasm, while Brandon doesn’t last too long. It doesn’t matter, though. No one comes every single time they have sex, and Brandon and I are still experimenting and discovering each other’s bodies.
Brandon pulls me into a kiss, and it’s these moments that I cherish the most. I love sex, but I love it more when my partner holds me afterwards or kisses me. I guess feeling his touch is my love language.
Brandon has boundless amounts of energy, though, and doesn’t cuddle for too long. Eventually, he jumps up and smiles at me. “Do you want to watch another movie?” he offers. “Oh, we can finish the one we started before we landed in bed.”
“Sure, why not? I still have a bit of time.” I get out of his bed and head into his bathroom to shower and freshen up. I take my time, as usual, needing a bit to get back from my after-sex comedown. It’s hard to put it into words, and whenever I tell a guy, he just looks at me like I am insane. Brandon doesn’t get it either, so maybe it’s really a me problem. I love sex, the intensity of it, but afterwards I always feel a bit down.
