"Elna!" I jump in fright at the sound of the voice, eyes wide open and lips pulled into a frown as I turn around to face whoever thinks it fun to shout out my name on a warm, beautiful evening. "Get away from there."
"Goddamit Brandon, lower your voice," I scream back at him and push away from the railing. "You are screaming like a crazy banshee whose wife left him a day after their wedding and now his life is a mess."
What am I even saying? I offer Brandon a sheepish smile, thankful to see that he finds my statement funny. "Sorry," I murmur. This is what I become when my best friend is upset with me, a swearing mess.
My mouth drops open, I blink twice, he's the reason Pa was fired? Pa was miserable for a short period until the marriage proposal came up and the culprit is right here wearing a proud smile. I jump from the couch to come and stand in front of him."You!""He told me to shove my apology far up my dirty, white ass because I refused to clean the coffee spill," Brandon murmurs with his hands raised in surrender. "That's racist."I huff and shake my head with a frown. "That's not racist and your ass is dirty for making an old man clean up your mess. You dirty, white ass," I say and we both
His lip closes over one of my clothed nipples and a wave of emotions wash over me. I don't get to bask in the excitement of his last statement before he sweeps me off my feet and my legs wrap firmly around his waist.Brandon wants me to be myself, be his wife, no submissive, no dominant
A sigh leaves my lips, my shoulders sag, I don't know what to say and I am grateful for the fact that he doesn't try to continue the conversation. I don't want to mess things up again by saying the wrong things.The bra drops from my hand to the floor, I shrug off my shorts and panties, stand
My head sinks into the pillow, my side digs into the bed, the knots in my shoulders have disappeared and a feeling of peace washes over me. The need to pee is strong but I don't want to move from this position, I feel relaxed, content with my position in his arms.Brandon's arm is around my belly, my back is pressed against his chest and his face is tucked into the crook of my neck. His breath tickles my ear in the most delightful way and the heat from his body keeps us warm. I don't even notice the AC that's on full blast.Afraid to ruin the sanctity of this priceless moment, I remain there for a while and sink my teeth into my lip when the lower part
His last statement piques my curiosity, this is the first time he's talking about his family without me asking but that isn't it, it's the guilt laced in his words. He still blames himself for whatever happened with Eunice. I don't know her but I don’t like that he’s beating himself up over it. We all do regrettable things as teenagers, I ran our only car into a ditch. Pa nearly had a heart attack and Ma, she refused to talk to me until he calmed down. It was my fault, I should never have done it because of a stupid dare.I wait with my lip between my teeth for him to continue but he doesn't and I sigh, I guess that's all the childhood information I will be getting from him today. Or not.
The elevator slides open, Brandon and I step out with our hands interlaced. I stifle a giggle when he clamps down on my wrist to stop me from withdrawing my hand and one of my legs shoots out to show him the lace of my sneaker that has come undone.Brandon crouches to tie the shoelace and my skin flushes when some heads turn in our direction. Their eyes bore into me unt
My body lights up in response to the kisses Brandon begins to litter all over my neck, trailing a path up my ear for his teeth to gently scratch my earlobe and a shiver runs through me. His fingertip grazes my lower lip, my tongue comes out to wet it and my breathing becomes shallow when he pushes it inside my mouth. He pulls his thumb out, I swallow and blink morosely as his lips come closer to mine, afraid and excited for them to tango
"Okay," I say. "A sip for a sip, how's that?"Brandon's index finger circles the top of his mug, he arches a brow and my lips widen into a charming smile which I hope will make him say yes. He doesn’t. Instead, he continues staring at me and I am forced to place a hand over his, bringing his attention back to the flowered cup. A corner of his lips lift but the smile doesn't reach his eyes and my hand finds his knee under the table to squeeze it. He’s making a big deal out of it.His Adam apple bobs, his tongue comes out to wet his lip and I laugh when his hair falls into his eyes when he tries to shake his head in response to my suggestion. Anyone watching us right now will think he is preparing for an arduous task when all I have asked him to do is take a sip of my whipped coffee. I nod, urging him with my eyes to man up and d