He nods and adjusts his position until he’s laying on the side next to me. Brandon props his head on his fist and plays with locks of my hair, twisting them around his finger.
“If James and Liam were alive, I’d like to think that you and I would have found our way to each other.”
“Yeah?” he asks surprisingly.
I move my attention from the high ceiling to him and nod. “Yeah. You still would have come into Blue Pint Outpost, at least I hope you would have. And instead of me walking on eggshells and you looking like you wanted to bite my head off, we would’ve finally talked.”
“What would we have talked about?”
“Well, first I’d ask why you were there because you didn’t seem like a TapHouse type of guy. And then I’d say it was great to finally talk with you.”
Brandon fits his hands under my arms and pulls me up to sit astride him. “Oh, really? And what type of guy did I peg you for?”
“Someone who played by the rules. Stuck to their routine. Things like that,” I note and my breath catches when he begins to trace circles on my exposed thighs.
“You pegged me that quickly?” he asks.
“Mmm hmm.”
“Maybe you should’ve gone the psych route,” he teases. “For the record, I did stick to my routine. Early morning workouts, head to work, and come home. Wash, rinse, and repeat Monday through Friday.”
“So you’re saying I added some life back into you? Shook you out of your routine?” I ask softly.
“Yeah, Angel. That’s exactly what I’m saying.”
I don’t have a chance to respond before he’s sitting upand locking our lips together. My breath skips at the connection, and I relax my body, leaning into him, feeling him. Brandon anchors my body to him as the kiss deepens, our tongues tangle, and we become one. My hands run up and down his naked chest as his hands slide under my pajama top, gripping onto me like I’m his lifeline.
No words are spoken as my shirt is ripped off my body, and I’m laid back on his bed. Brandon kisses down my body, paying close attention to my nipples. His teeth encircle the pointed tips before he uses his tongue to soothe the sting. He does the act to both over and over until I’m a squirming and moaning mess under him.
My body quivers as he kisses down to the waistband of my sleep shorts.
“If you want me to stop, I can.”
I let out a shaky breath. “No. Don’t stop.”
He places a kiss over my shorts before sliding them down my legs and tossing them over his shoulder. Brandon spreads my legs and settles between my thighs. At the first swipe of his tongue through my slit, a cry falls from my mouth. His arms wrap around my thighs to lock me in place as he devours me, moaning his praise. My hand tangles in his hair with a vice grip, while the other squeezes the life out of the sheets. Brandon shows my pussy no mercy as he dives in, lapping at my opening and rubbing circles around my clit with his thumb. Without warning, my orgasm slams into me, and Brandon covers me with his mouth, making sure to drink up every drop. I give his hair a tug, my sensitivity making me twitch, but he doesn’t let up.
“Fuck,” I whimper with tears leaking out of the corner of my eyes, as I feel another orgasm rolling through my body. I look down and see him in child's pose with eyes closed in bliss as he moans and works me through my second climax.
Air hits my exposed center as Brandon finally comes up and kisses my inner thighs and up my body. With all my might, I manage to hook my feet in the waistband of his pajama pants and push them down his legs. His hand comes between us as he fists his dick and slides into me in one thrust.
“God, you feel good. You feel like mine,” he claims as he pulls out and slides back in.
My arms lightly wrap around his neck with my hands in his hair. I pull his face to mine, licking up my release that’s on his chin before pulling his mouth to mine, groaning as I taste myself on his tongue. “Definitely yours,” I confirm.
Brandon hooks his arms under my leg, opening me up as he slides further inside me. Each thrust takes my breath away, sending me further and further to my next orgasm. In a breath, he pulls out and flips me over until I’m on all fours and slides back in. I spread my legs further apart and arch my back, crying out as he hits a spot deeper than ever.
“Your ass looks fantastic from here,” he groans and runs his hands over each cheek.
I moan as he spreads me wide and angles my hips, grinding against my clit with each thrust. I turn my head and look at him as I snake my hand between my body and the bed, rubbing my clit as I feel another orgasm coming that’s threatening to steal my breath. Brandon adjusts his body and props his leg up. With the new angle and force of his thrusts, my orgasm slams into me, and the rubbing of my clit gets messy as I cry out his name. My hand moves, and he snakes his hand between my body and the bed, taking over the rubbing of my clit as he chases his release, coming with a groan. His thrusts get lazy as he works himself through his orgasm before he pulls out and collapses on the bed next to me.
“It can’t always be like that, can it?” I ask breathlessly and turn to look at him. The morning sun is fully shining through the curtain, making the light sheen of sweat on his firm torso easy to see.
“Definitely not,” he says and turns his head to look at me. “We’re gonna be okay, Angel.”
For the first time in my life, I trust someone—I trust him. And I believe him, which is the scariest part. It may have taken me a while to get to that point, but Brandon and I, being basically exiled by our families, have proven that we will always be on the same side.
I spentthe last hour unpacking my things in the dresser that Brandon was adamant on us sharing. When I protested because he also needed the space, he promptly opened the drawers on one side and dumped the minimal contents in his closet, kissed me, and strolled out of the room like that little action meant nothing to him. But to me, it meant everything, and I mulled over it until my own clothes began to fall out of my hands. Along with unpacking my things, I moved some things around in the closet and found some empty spots he wasn’t utilizing, and put his discarded clothes away.
