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Leah opened her eyes, to a dark room and an arm wrapped tightly around her waist. She couldn’t remember the last time that she had woken up beside a man. She knew it had been several years and if she really thought about it, it might have been college. Turning her head to find the time, she saw that it was a little after five in the morning.
It seemed sleeping with a man – or at least this man – helped her sleep. Ten hours of sleep was foreign to her. She was lucky if she’d gotten four in a row since news of her dad broke.
Unsure if she was happy that she’d slept well, or annoyed that it had to do with Brandon, she sighed.
“Go back to sleep,” she heard him mumble in her ear as he tightened his hold on her.
She could feel the hard press of his morning wood against her butt and arousal hit her hard and fast. “I have a better idea,” she said and turned in his arms, her hand drifting down to grab a hold of his dick.
“Mmm,” he moaned. “I think I’m gonna like this idea.”
Before he could take over, she sat up and slid down his body. They were both already naked, which freaked her out a little that she had been so comfortable with him to just fall asleep naked. Since it was still dark out, she could only see him through the light that shone off the lake and he did not disappoint. Just as she was about to lower her head and take him into her mouth, she flicked her eyes up and saw that his eyes had gone black with desire and that it seemed like he wasn’t even breathing.
“Relax,” she said smiling. “This won’t hurt a bit.” Touching her tongue to him, she licked around the tip before covering it with her mouth. His sharp intake of breath let her know that she had him where she wanted him.
Adding her hand to the base, she slowly started moving up and down, flicking her tongue at the top.
She felt his hands grip her hair but he never forced her down further, only guided. She hadn’t always been a fan of giving head, but as she had gotten older, she found that it turned her on to be in control and it helped make sure she reached orgasm. Although last night she hadn’t needed anything to help her come. Brandon obviously had skills.
Or she had just been that horny.
Adding more pressure with her hand and mouth, she forced herself to go down even more until he was hitting the back of her throat.
“Fuck!” he swore and gripped her hair tighter.
She didn’t let up and within seconds he was groaning and spilling into her waiting mouth. She took it all and sat back, with a grin on her face.
“You just destroyed me.”
“Paybacks are a bitch.” He had pretty much done the same to her last night and she had loved every minute of it.
“If you give me a few minutes, they will be.”
She moved up his body and laid her head on his chest. “I was talking about last night. You practically killed me.”
“I killed you? I was dead in the water the second I opened the door to you last night.”
Tilting her head, she looked up at him. “I think you should know that I suck at relationships.” She wasn’t totally sure that’s what he meant when he said they should date, but she felt it was important that he knew.
“Then we’re a perfect match.” He was playing with her hair and it felt so good that she wanted to purr.
“No, I mean I really suck,” she said. “I’ve never had a relationship that lasted more than two weeks that wasn’t more than sex.” It felt odd telling him that. Hell, it felt odd living it.
“Other than high school,” he spoke slowly, “I’ve never had a girlfriend. Yes, there have been women who I have slept with for months on end, but I’ve never taken any of them on dates. Or even wanted to.”
She sat up, feeling like if they were going to have this conversation, she needed clothes. Reaching the side of the bed, she found a shirt – his not hers – and pulled it over her head. It smelled like him. Fresh and woodsy. She didn’t even know if woodsy was a word, but it fit Brandon.
Leaning against the headboard, she asked, “So why now? Why me?”
He sat up too, leaving the covers pooling around his waist. “Hell Leah, if I knew that, we wouldn’t have circled around each other for the last week.”
She let out a small laugh. The sun was starting to rise, making the light shine in from all the windows and she could see him more clearly. “I guess it’s kinda the same for me.”
“What’s the same?” he asked, taking her hand.
“That I can’t seem to explain my attraction to you.”
“Do we need to explain it?”
“I –” he made a good point, but she couldn’t help but wonder what others would think. “Won’t people think we’re insane. We just met and all of a sudden we are dating?”
“Mind you, I am no expert on relationships but isn’t that usually how it works? You meet someone and decide you both want to be together, so you date?”
Damn him and his logic. “Yeah but...” She didn’t have anything after that.
“I see I rendered you speechless.” He laughed and squeezed her hand.
“My life is in complete upheaval right now. Are you sure you want to get involved?”
“Dating or not, Leah, I am already involved. This Will guy is nowhere to be found and I don’t trust him.”
She bit her bottom lip. She felt a little panicked at the thought of not dating him. When had it become a given, a sure thing?
“What’s wrong?” he asked, apparently already able to read her emotions. “You’re not scared of Will are you?”
That wasn’t the reason for her mood change but he didn’t need to know that. “Not really.” Which was true. “But I don’t love that he has just disappeared.” Also true.
“We’ll find him and I promise until we do, I will keep you safe.”
She was just about to say something about being able to keep herself safe when they both heard a beeping coming from some other part of the house.
“What is that?” he asked.
“I think it’s my phone.” Slipping out of bed she followed the sound and found her phone inside her purse that she had left in his living room. Grabbing it she saw that it was Carly.
Carly:
A phone call or text telling me you were staying with Brandon would have been nice. I woke up and freaked the fuck out that you still weren’t home. I thought maybe you had been murdered and that would have sucked.
She laughed out loud after reading it and then looked up and saw Brandon standing on the edge of the hallway, running shorts riding low on his hips.
“Everything okay?”
“Yeah, it’s just Carly. She kinda freaked when she woke up and I wasn’t there.”
“She didn’t know you were coming here?” He walked to the kitchen.
“She did, how else do you think I knew where you lived? But she didn’t just assume I would be staying all night.” Thinking better of that she said, “Or that I would have stayed more than like five minutes.”
“It’s my fault, I should have thought about that.”
Needing a minute to text back her friend and to not shout at him for saying it was his fault, she put her finger up in a ‘wait for just a second’ motion and texted Carly.
Leah:
Sorry about that. I am safe and in case you didn’t know, at Brandon’s.
A quick reply came back.
Carly:
You know you can’t just drop a bomb like that without details.
Leah:
Later
Sitting her phone down, even as it beeped again, she moved toward the kitchen and calmly spoke. “It’s not your job to remember that I should have called Carly. I’m an adult, a grown-ass woman.” She had lived too long having her parents think that she always needed to be taken care of. She was done with that.
“I didn’t mean it like that and believe me when I tell you that I know you are a grown-ass woman.”
She felt her cheeks get warm at the sexual innuendo. “I just don’t want to be ‘taken care of’ ever again.”
He finished making the coffee and came to where she was standing, but didn’t touch her. “I can’t stop the feeling inside me that wants to take care of you but that doesn’t mean that I want to make your decisions for you.”
She looked up at him – why the hell was he so damn tall – and sighed. “I’m just starting to find myself and I kinda like the person I am becoming.”
He ran his hands up and down her arms giving her goosebumps. “I like the person you are, too.”
Standing on her tiptoes she pressed her lips to his in a light kiss. “I told you I suck at this.”
He shrugged. “We can learn together.” He took the kiss deeper, her slipping her arms around to his back.
“Do you have to work today?” she asked when they came up for air.
“It’s supposed to be my day off, but Carly roped me into coming by the studio and helping for a few hours.”
“Your brother was there a couple of days ago helping. He’s a pretty funny guy. And cute.”
“Don’t get any ideas about my brother.” He glared at her.
She scoffed. “One Graham brother is enough for me to handle, thank you very much.”
He poured them both coffee. “Do you take anything in this?”
“If you have any creamer, I’d take some.”
He pulled something out of the fridge and added a little of it to hers and his own. “Thanks,” she said when he handed her the mug.
“What time are you heading into the studio?”
“Whenever really, at least until we open next week.” She was nervous about the opening since they still had so much to do.
“I left my car at the station last night. Any chance I could hitch a ride with you?”
She pretended to think about it. “I don’t know, what do I get in return?”
“You get the gift of being with me for an extra five minutes.”
“Yeah,” she shook her head side-to-side, “I don’t really think that’s worth it.”
Removing her coffee from her hand, he sat both their mugs on the counter. “Ya know, for some reason your mouth and the things that come out of it, make me hot.”
He was right on top of her now, their bodies touching. “It does huh.” She cocked her head to the side.
He gripped her ass with one hand and tugged her firmly into his body. His other hand held her face, his thumb moving back and forth against her bottom lip. “You say you’re just starting to find yourself, but I think you already know who you are. She just needed to be unlocked and let out.”
At his words she slipped her tongue out of her mouth and licked his thumb. Desire flared once again in his eyes.
“I need you,” she said boldly, letting her true self make her choices.
His mouth came down hard on hers in a kiss that was somehow demanding yet sensual. He navigated her backward, never breaking the kiss before finally sitting himself down on the couch and pulling her on top of him.
She was only wearing a shirt, no underwear or pants, so her center came in direct contact with his hard and waiting cock. She was grinding back and forth when he cursed.
“Fuck.”
“What?” she stilled her movements.
“We don’t have any condoms.”
“Oh.” Her face fell. She had forgotten, same as him. Why hadn’t she taken more than one when Carly was shoving them at her yesterday.
“No worries,” he said, lifting her up and laying her down on the couch, him between her legs. His shirt which came to mid-thigh on her, was pushed up past her belly button. One of his hands caressed her bare hip, ever so slowly moving in and down. Soon his hand was between her legs stroking her. It was torture.
Pure, glorious torture.
“So fucking wet.” He slipped a finger inside, her body clenching around it.
She squeezed her eyes shut, hoping to drown out some of the emotions she was feeling. When she watched him, all she wanted was him. But maybe by not looking at him, she could control the downward spiral of her feelings.
With her eyes shut though, all she could do was feel. And the feelings were off the freaking chart. When he moved his shoulders between her legs, she knew that he was ready to put his mouth on her.
And that image, his head between her legs, almost had her coming.
Maybe closing her eyes had been a bad idea.
His tongue touched her clit and she about shot off the couch.
“Oh God,” she moaned and opened her legs wider, one dropping off the couch.
Brandon lapped at her with his tongue like she was ice cream on a hundred-degree day. His pace was fast and furious, and when he added his finger, her hips lifted of their own accord.
She writhed below him, a string of incoherent words coming from her mouth when her orgasm rushed through her.
Breathing hard, she pressed both hands to the sides of her head, trying to coax herself back to reality.
Her eyes opened and she saw him sit up, his mouth glistening with the evidence of her orgasm.
“That was...” She had no words.
“The best thing ever,” he finished for her. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and lifted her leg to lay flat against his lap.
Too spent to move, she said, “Did you take a class or something?”
The look he gave her was full of confusion. “A class?”
“Yeah, you know, like an oral sex class?”
The confused look changed to a sly grin before he burst out laughing, throwing his head back on the couch.
“I don’t know why you’re laughing,” she said. “Nobody can be that good without like lessons or something.”
His laugh continued to bellow through the house, becoming infectious. She had tried to remain straight-faced, but it was near impossible and soon her laugh joined his.
She’d already come to the conclusion that this town may be her savior but now she was starting to think it might be Brandon.