Wouldn’t it be neat if it was Brandon who bought that old place next door?
That would solve all my problems.
Wouldn’t it?
CHAPTERFOUR
Brandon
Packing a couple of bags after I book my flight online leaves me all night to myself.
Another night alone is no biggie, but knowing that May is just a five-hour flight away, I still don’t know if she’ll be as happy to see me as I am about seeing her again.
And seeing Steve too…I guess.
But I’m doing it. I’m following my gut, and I’ll do my best to keep a lid on things this time.
No grabbing onto her unless she asks you to. Got it?
I groan at the thought but vow to be plain old Brandon until I can get some quality time alone with May.
Forcing down my favorite meal, I can’t help but think how bland it is.
How bland my whole life’s been for so long.
Work, work, and more work. It’s all I’ve focused on.
The thought of May makes it worth it, though. All that work’s brought me a stack of cash, so she’ll never want for anything again.
I mean,we’llnever want for anything.
Us.
Steve does alright with his mechanic business, and they’re certainly not poor, but I can give May a better life. The one she deserves.
The one I could see for us both that day she graduated.
The same scene repeatedly replays in my mind and body all night, making sleep impossible.
And by the time morning comes, I’m about ready to explode from thinking of her all night.
That raging hard-on she gave me during my video call with her dad hasn’t gone away.
If anything, it’s harder, and I’m hornier for her tight little pussy than ever.
Combined with my lack of sleep, I look like a crazed animal in heat by the time I catch a glimpse of myself in the bathroom mirror.
I’m in better shape than ever, but this body of mine looks primed for just one thing, and she’s thousands of miles away.
Showering carefully so as not to set off the volcano in my aching balls, I remind myself that pleasuring myself will do nothing to quell my need for her.
I’m saving myself for her already.
And you’re just gonna walk around with this tent pole until you claim her, right?
The thought makes me growl in frustration, and I focus on shaving my face in the shower instead.
Cleaner in body but not in mind, I can’t get to the airport quickly enough.