Leah nodded shortly and Ian spun on his heel, already digging his phone out of his pocket. I touched her arm and she gave me a brief smile to let me know she was okay. In just a short time, Ian was back, Victoria mincing along behind him with a huge scowl plastered across her face.
“Her brother was just down the street, so he’ll be here in a couple of minutes. We can go ahead and go, though. Griff is gonna keep an eye on her,” Ian told Leah. He turned to me and Brandon. “I’m sorry, guys. I hate that our night kind of went sour…” he trailed off when Brandon shook his head.
“It’s okay, man. I understand and I know things aren’t what they seemed. Leah will, too, I’m sure of it, once you’ve explained. We’re good, man. See ya later, okay?” Brandon gave him a handshake/man hug thing that they always do.
I hugged Leah, whispering in her ear to call if she needed me. She nodded briefly, reminded me about girl’s day, and stalked off to the car, leaving Ian to follow with a sad smile and a tired wave.
“Well, that went to hell rather quickly, yeah?” Brandon quipped, dropping his arm around my shoulders and pulling me into his side as we walked to his truck.
All I could do was nod.
Chapter 22
Brandon was still sleeping when I came out of the bathroom in the morning. He was such a contradiction, lying on his back, tangled in my soft, white sheets, muted sunlight peeking through the curtains. The tattooed, tanned expanse of his body and his dark hair contrasted beautifully against the stark white background, but his face was softened with sleep, giving him an almost boyish look. But trust and believe, there was nothing boyish about that man.
His left arm was thrown above his head and his right was resting along his stomach, his long, tapered fingers pointing the way down to that sleeping piece of him that drove me nuts. Unable to resist, I crept up to the bed, gently tugged the sheet up and carefully slid under it, situating my still naked self in a straddle over his legs.
I let the sheet drape over my head and softly kissed his hip bone, breathing in the sultry, musky, all-male scent of him. My cheek brushed against the velvety-soft skin of his length, still impressive even when it wasn’t engorged. I felt it twitch slightly, felt the slight change in Brandon’s breathing, and, knowing he was waking up, took that moment to slide his softened flesh between my lips, taking him completely inside the hot, moistness of my mouth, sucking lightly.
I heard a gasp sound above my head, felt his hips arch up into me, and I pressed myself further down over him, breathing through my nose and enjoying the feel of him hardening against my tongue.
My name exploded from his lips on a strangled moan that sent shivers down my spine and a rush of moisture to the apex of my thighs. I pulled back, stroking the length of him with my tongue as I did so, running the tip of it around the thick ridge of him at the top before dipping it into the tiny slit pearled with a drop of pre-cum.
I moaned at his taste, smiling to myself as he groaned again in response, and then gave a half-shout as I enclosed him in my lips again. I bobbed my head over him, loving the glide of his silk-covered hardness over my tongue and against my lips. I brought my hand up to play, stroking him in counterpart to my mouth, sucking and licking every inch of him in turn.
On a growl, Brandon buried his hands in my hair and held my head still as he began moving, essentially fucking my mouth with sharp, short thrusts. His rhythm faltered and I knew he was close. I felt him tug gently on my hair in desperation, giving me ample warning, but I knew what I wanted…and what I wanted was to drive him absolutely wild.
I tightened my grip just a bit, twisting my hand on the upstroke while I slid my lips down to meet my fingers, moving faster, letting him know without words that I wasn’t stopping. He was panting; I could hear it, but since the sheet was still over my head, I couldn’t see him. Suddenly, one of his hands untangled from my hair and the sheet was wrenched away.