Chapter Twenty-Three

Hadley

Waking up the next morning, I find myself alone in bed. The space where Brandon lay last night is already cooled. Standing from the bed, I make my way over to the shower to start my day. I stand under the spray and relive every moment of last night, every word he said and everything he made me feel. My body aches in the most delicious way possible. After not having sex for three years, I'm feeling it today.

Getting out of the shower, I give a shriek at seeing Brandon standing at the doorway.

"Looking good, Blue," The smirk on his face is unmistakable.

"You almost gave me a fucking heart attack." Clutching my towel to my chest, I inhale deeply. Brushing past him, I head toward the clothes I left on his bed before my shower. Brandon watches me get dressed with a hungry look on his face and desire in his eyes, but he makes no move toward me.

"Something on your mind?" Continuing to dress, I don't turn toward him.

"Just watching my woman." His posture is relaxed as he leans his shoulder against the door frame.

"So now I'm your woman?"

"You have been since you fell off the bar downstairs. We just had some details to iron out."

The look on his face can be described as nothing but pure confidence.

"Like?" Making myself comfortable on the bed, I wait anxiously to hear his answer. Things need to be sorted out on both sides and I want to know if he's able to see his own faults.

"Well, I need to chill the fuck out. I can't go around beating the shit out of my brothers all day long. I know you said you need your independence, and I couldn't grasp what you meant. But after hearing the story you told Kaiya, I have a better idea. I would never want you to feel like you don't have freedom just because we are together."

My eyes sting with the tears I'm trying to hold back but one escapes and tracks down my cheek. Brandon moves to his knees beside the bed, softly cupping my cheeks in his roughened hands.

"Don't cry, babe."

"It's a good cry." I shake my head from side to side. "You're doing good."

"Okay. You had me worried for a second." After taking a deep breath, he continues. "With all that said and done, you need to realize that I'm extremely jealous. I don't like you touching other men and I fucking hate them touching you. As long as we can both try our best to work on those things, everything else will fall into place."

Brandon looks nervous, waiting for my answer.

"I think I can live with that." The words have barely left my lips before Brandon crashes his mouth to mine. As I stand, he follows my lead before I turn him toward the bed. Pushing him down, I straddle him in only a t-shirt and a pair of lace panties. I press my core down on his semi-hard cock, and rolling my hips, I can feel him stiffen beneath me. Suddenly, I find myself on my back with Brandon staring down at me.

"Woman, you are playing with fire," he says with a growl, lips hovering above mine.

Rolling my hips again, I try to create some friction. Remembering last night in the shower, having his heated gaze on my while I got dressed, and then the emotional conversation, has me all worked up. "I'm your woman, right? Prove it."

He stares down at me with heat in his eyes and before I can utter another word, he flips me over on the bed. Teasingly, he runs his hands down my legs as he positions me on the bed. His calloused hands caress over the lacy underwear I'm wearing, over to push my shirt up my back and over my head. His hands caress my breasts and pull me back toward his chest as he plays with my nipples, tweaking and pulling, moans spilling from my lips. His phone rings and he stops momentarily to answer while still holding me to him.

"Tell me you have some news." He listens intently to the conversation on the other end of the line before replying.

"Great, give me twenty minutes and I'll meet you outside."

He doesn't wait for a reply, only tosses his cell phone onto the chest of drawers.

"Babe," he says, nibbling at my earlobe. "I don't have time to prove I'm your man the way I want to. But I'll be giving you a taste of what's to come." Pushing me forward, he smacks my ass. "Hope you aren't too fond of these," he says before a rip echoes through the room and my pussy is bared to him.

Like an unleashed animal, he ripped my panties before thrusting two fingers into me.

"Jesus." The word sounds torn from his throat. "How are you already so wet? Does your cunt long to be filled, babe?" The dirty words wash over me and although it has never been something I enjoyed in the past, it clearly is now.

"Fuck."

Pushing back onto his hand, I urge him to thrust deeper, more, anything.

Knotting my hair around his fist, he pulls my head back again to speak directly in my ear. "Your pussy actually got wetter. You like the dirty talk. Let me tell you something. Right now, it's going to be hard and fast and dirty. I'm going to fuck you until you scream my name and every man in this fucking club knows who this juicy little cunt belongs to." He adds a third finger and pumps into me hard, making me moan and writhe. "And then I'm going to leave you in my bed where you belong before sorting out some club shit. But when I get back, I'm going to take my time with you."

Releasing my hair, he pushes me forward again before another slap lands on my ass. His fingers pump in and out of me and I am so wet, the sounds are obscene. Just as my orgasm rips through me and crashes down, he removes his fingers and I hear his zipper. Before I can voice a complaint, he slides his cock into me in one smooth, forceful stroke, ripping a scream from my lungs.

He grabs my hips as he pounds into me from behind and all I can do is hold on to the duvet to keep me grounded as one orgasm flows into the next. Behind me, his thrusts become ragged and I know he's close. Pushing my ass out toward him, he seems to come unhinged and the pounding becomes more intense. An unexpected orgasm rips through me, causing me to scream again, and then he stills and pumps me full of his cum. Both of us are breathing raggedly as he slowly pulls out of me.

Falling to my side, I simply stare at him with what I can only assume is a lazy satisfied grin on my face as I watch him tuck his penis back into his jeans.

"Blue, I've got to go. I really wanted to show you my house today and maybe take you out for lunch but it will have to wait." Brandon levels me with a serious look before continuing.

"I'm going to tell you straight, because this isn't just club business but it involves you as well. I have a solid lead on Viper and I'm going to finish this today."

Shock courses through me but I try my damnedest to school my features. Nodding my head, I remain silent.

"Right now, we have to leave, but I'll be back soon and then I'm taking you to my house and keeping you there for the foreseeable future." Smiling at me, he helps me from the bed to my feet before kissing me again. His kiss is luxurious and full of promise. Twining my arms around his neck, I deepen the kiss for a moment before pulling away.

Brandon is not only doing this for his club but also to make sure I'm safe as well. Even though I fear for his safety—and I probably always will—I have no choice but to respect him for protecting what's his. Brandon moves toward the chest of drawers, strapping on his guns before throwing on his cut. Moving back to me, he kisses my forehead before walking out the door. He doesn't say goodbye and neither do I because he'll be back soon.