Romans & histoires Brandon Ness

"You are so bad, Bran." Brandon quickly removed his shirt before she could change her mind and pressed his chest against her warm soft breasts. "God, they are so amazing. Soft and warm and just perfect." He kissed her mouth again and then lowered his head to nuzzle and kiss her neck. He felt her shiver and he moved his mouth to her nipple, teasing it with his tongue, sucking gently as he felt it stiffen between his lips.

He says giving my mother another friendly smile. Once we get out back I look around at all the people talking, dancing, eating, and messing around in the large pool. My eyes lock with the alpha's oldest son for a couple of seconds, before we both look away. Luke and I went to school with him. We never really spoke, we pretty much stayed out each other way. "Smell anything?" I ask Brandon, standing next to me. His nose flares a little, sniffing for his mate. He shaking his head. "Nah, but I do see a bunch of hot females." He smirks, looking around. I shake my head a little and watch him walk over and start talking to one of the females.

But it didn't freak him out the way it had the day before. There were whispers in town, started by who knows who, but those whispers were heating up fast. It seemed like no sooner had the furor over the divorce died down than there was new news. Of course, there had been other entrees on the gossip menu the last few months, but nothing as juicy as this new little tidbit. "He's Clancy's grandson; came up after poor dear Ethel's funeral rest her soul." "I hear he's loaded." "How loaded can he be, Theo? The boy rides one of those death traps and got tattoos up one side and down the other. I don't think they hire that type in any respectable company."

He watched Reyne cease with his dark brown eyes while his lips smacked together in weirdness, noticing how childishly she behaved. "Uhh, ye-yeah, that is me," Reyne answered. She had seen him soon as he addressed her name using his thick impressive voice, but it was after a moment that she got to reply! And that is because she was spelled by his appearance. No doubts that he was older than her, the hot abs occurring through that grey shirt and those grey eyes were bewitching. She could not stop herself from ogling at him. "Uhhhh hi," He hesitantly waved at her for igniting her intent glance was inevitable. "I am Brandon." He walked toward her and passed his hand for a warm handshake.

"I've seen guys get boners before because of me. Just wanted to know if you wanted me to help you out." Brandon flexed his jaw again, and he couldn't help but think of some little bastard pointing his intruding cock at Sienna. And then the thought of her 'helping' them out made his blood boil. But Brandon had to chuckle to himself. Commander Branson had wanted him to visit the shrink on base so he could get rid of his past demons and look to the future. Said it was the only way he could reign in his quick violent temper and force it into positive energy or some shit like that.

My eyes slowly search for Nash as he is Nick's older brother. Nash is married and he has two kids. They are twins. A girl and a boy. They are so cute. Nick introduced me to Nash and his family. His wife is beautiful and taller than me. Yeah, she is a werewolf, too. She has an amazing physique. She can beat me in a second with that power inside her. Seriously! But she won't do that. She loved me at first sight. She complimented me way too much. Especially my eyes. Well, Nick also praises my eyes. He loves my eye colour the most. And about my amazing body, he worships it every time.

This is my first semester and i really need good results. Brandon walk back to our booth with milkshake in his hand , slurping noisily on it and singing . "Brandy , please stop singing." Piper groans still glue to her iPad. "Why ?" He asks clearly intimidated. " I just can't say you sing aweful but you sound like nails on a fuckin chalk board." She grit her teeth and I couldn't help but snort out a laugh. Seriously , nails on a chalkboard ? "That's insulting.." Brandon glares playfully and continues slurping noisely on his milkshake.

Avery's POV I stood in the hallway for a moment with the phone in my hand and the name on the screen. Brandon Cole. I knew who Brandon Cole was. He was a wide receiver on the Crestwood Wolves, a junior, and he had been Colton's closest friend on the team since before Liam transferred in. He was not a bad person by reputation. He was just loyal in the way that some people were, without asking too many questions about whether the person they were being loyal to deserved it.

"I've already said goodbye to Alan. Anyway, Nicklaus is my grandfather, even though he's only my adoptive grandfather. He doesn't have any family he can rely on. His own son is nowhere to be found." Brandon ordered black coffee for two and a large burger. "This case is going to blow up. I wouldn't be surprised if tomorrow the news about Victoria Miller goes viral everywhere. They're both truly ruthless," Brandon muttered. "Yeah. And I can't wait to get through this case. I want to focus on my wife and our unborn child." Brandon looked at him with raised eyebrows. "You've really changed since getting married." Jack smiled. Suddenly, he remembered his spoiled wife hugging him tightly before be

I could understand how he felt, always having to remind everyone he’s not a child. “I know,” Jamie nodded, “and that’s why you’re able to sign this. I just don’t want to be accused of coercing you.” That answer seemed to satisfy Brandon, though I thought Cadence still looked a little irritated. Jamie crossed over to the table and looked at everything he had laid out there. He seemed to be going through a checklist in his head. Perhaps he just wanted to seem relaxed, but Brandon slipped his shoes off and tossed himself back onto the bed, folding his arms across his stomach. Jamie seemed satisfied and turned to look at him. “How many times have you done this?” Brandon asked. He seemed to notic