The thought of him leaving after he’s just arrived isn’t what I want to hear either. And I feel totally useless because this isn’t my house.
Dad’s house, dad’s rules.
And although my dad’s never openly said it to me, I just know that he’d never tolerate me being with anybody under his roof.
Especially if that someone just happened to be his best friend.
But what really has my brain in a knot is how mysterious Brandon’s being about this ‘surprise.’
As if him coming to town and making eyes at me, then pressing his obvious erection into my back isn’t surprising enough.
Guess I’ll just have to wait.
But I hope dad’s mood improves before tonight. I hope he’s still planning on going ahead with dinner plans that will involve Brandon.
And I hope we can both try and stay focused on something other than this feeling between us before then.
I ask Brandon not to leave. Not to go on account of the way this morning’s panned out so far, but the real reason I need him to stay is obvious.
It’s the one thing I know he’s waiting to hear. But I just can’t find the words to begin to tell Brandon how I really feel.
He’s just so…imposing, I guess.
The one thing I know my Dad fears more than anything is the one thing I can feel bubbling up inside of me.
About to boil over when those huge hands of Brandon’s grab hold of my hips.
But it’s all happening a little too fast for my body to catch up with my emotions.
I want Brandon to want me, and now that I’m almost one hundred percent certain he does, I’m not sure what to do about it.
Running my hand under the cold water until I can’t feel it anymore, I hear myself telling Brandon that maybe I should get the spare room ready.
Anything to distract me.
“Your hand gonna be okay?” he asks, sounding concerned, and I nod.
“It’s just a little hot coffee,” I murmur.
“Should I fix us some more?” Brandon asks, and turning around, I can see he’s already set about helping to clean up the mess I’ve made on the floor.
But my eyes are fixed on what I felt pressing into my back just now, and I stifle a little sound from somewhere inside me. My heart thrashing against my ribs.
I’m not imagining it…and yep. He’s as big down there as everywhere else.
“I don’t need a nap, May,” he adds, squatting on his huge hams and picking up pieces of the broken mug dad missed.
“And I meant what I just said, too,” he reminds me, lowering his voice past the usual sexy deep tone.
The sound waves travel through the floor up to my now sodden mound. I struggle to focus on anything anymore.
I should be embarrassed for him. I should be reminding him that this is no way for a family friend to be acting.
But who am I kidding?
A man like Brandon at full attention, clearly wanting a helluva lot more than a cup of hot coffee in our kitchen?
Most girls would already be on their knees in front of him by bowing, begging to suck and fuck that massive cock of his.