#brett fluff

He came over to you, he drew your face up. “This was not what I wanted but it’ll be alright.” He gently squeezed your cheek.

He glanced his reflection. An annoyed sound came from him. He grimaced as he backed out of his room.

“Brett!” His father screamed again.

*******

Your fingers trembled as you adjusted your bra, your panties. It was easy to slip your dress back on. Though it felt cold, separate from you after all that had happened.

Grabbing his hoodie, the end of it rested just shy of the hem. You buried your face into sleeves. Brett’s crisp scent that lingered in fabric, it comforted you.

Taking a breath, you crept to the door. You could have sworn you heard three voices. Maybe it was wishful thinking.

You opened the door as quietly as you could. Your heart lifted. You did hear three voices. Was that Paige? Was that Brett’s mum? You drew a little closer.

“Brett fuckin’ saved her.”

“I did.”

“You only care about fuckin’ Bonnie, Cooper and Harry when they’re not takin a piss. So you rescue some girl?”

“My cousin.”

Your heart lifted. It was Paige.

“You’re not just fuckin covering so he could hide some quick shag he picked up.”

“She’s special.”

“Special, my fuckin’ ass. Her boyfriend got mad over her being a slut with you. The two of you fought and now the sheriff is mad.”

Now, you knew you got his colorful use of language and some of his charm from. Paige, had warned you. You pressed your lips together.

“No, that’s why I have these.”

“Run and grab her.”

Your heart thudded harder.

“Not fuckin you.”

You watched from above as a beefy man, strong-armed Brett back from the steps.

“Will you let her change her clothes?” There was an incoherent exchange. “Her dress soaked after being pushed.”

“Bloody, fucking fine. I’m not a brute.”

There was a pause.

“If you are both covering up for drinking or fucking some slut which resulted in this shit, I will beat your ass into tomorrow Brett and, and you Paige are no longer welcome in my fuckin house.”

You slowly walked back to Brett’s room. Your stomach fucking churned, as you wrapped yur arms around yourself. What was he talking about. You barely were back in his room, when Paige pushed the door open.

You glanced to her hands. She held a pair of your converse and some folded clothes.

“Now listen.”

She whispered, glancing back before looking back at you.

“Put these on. Quickly.”

You took the clothes.

A sneer played on her lips. “That fucker went to the cops. They grabbed Brett’s dad right as he was winning a good hand.”

You shed the hoodie, your dress. You slipped on the blouse.

“I went to your house, telling your mum you got pushed in by Maddox and embarrassed, you asked if I could grab you some fresh clothes. Your mum, says you had better be careful.”

You nodded, as you wiggled into the jean shorts.

“We told the cops, how Maddox tried to assault you. And Brett being the guy he is, stopped him.”

You stood and then immediately sat down. “At least it’s all true.”

Paige nodded. “Brett went to town on him. His face will be uglier now.”

A hint of a smile crossed your lips. “Good.”

“Now Brett’s dad is scary but just be the sweet little thing you are.”

She shrugged.

“We’ll be ok, I think.”

“I sound like a dessert.”

“The way Brett looks at you and served that guy his ass, you’re his dessert.”

“I suppose there are worst things.”

“Still in love with Maddox.” The two of you shared a quick smile. “We better get down there, shall we?”

“Yes.” You nodded.

*******

Brett’s father steps were heavy, as he approached. The man got closer, he smelled of alcohol and stale body odor. His fleshy face was flushed from screaming. Brett, appeared from behind him.

“It’s fuckin you.” His words were heavy, thick.

You held your breath.

He got closer and doubled over with a hearty chuckle.

“Hi doll.” He said, a huge grin laid across his face. His tone almost sweet yet there was an edge. His eyes were not nice as he looked you over.

You smiled gently, remembering to be sweet. “Hello.” You gave him your name and glanced at Brett and Paige.

“I know who you are.

Confusion, washed over you.

“Your father as a picture of your mum and you in his fuckin’ wallet. A real soft one he is. But he’s going to save our mine. I’ve been helping to maintain it.”

“Oh, yes.” You said softly. “Dad, helps with all those kind of things. That’s why I’m here.” You managed a smile, rocking on your heels.

He chuckled and turning, he clapped Brett proudly, a snicker came from him. In a low tone, you heard; good set of tits, you did good. You swallowed.

Brett, nodded and smirked.

Turning, he faced you. “My boy pulled through for you. No one needs to know, I’ll talk to the sheriff.”

He glanced back at Brett.

“Now, don’t you go fuckin things. She comes from a good family, she’s a good girl.”

Brett, glanced at you before nodding. “I’ve been finding this out.

“Good. Now, you take her home.” He looked at Paige. “Thank you helping my family again.”

You glanced over at him as you walked. He stared straight ahead. Anger, annoyance, shame possibly made it hard to read the scowl twisting his face.

You wanted to take his hand, tug on it, stop the two of you before you were outside your front door. You couldn’t even fathom how your mom would be. At this point, you wanted just a little more time with him.

“Brett?” You stopped walking.

“Yeah?” In a not so far away street lamp you saw him swallowed. He finally looked at you.

“I..”

“What ?” His lip curled, he stepped closer. “You don’t want anything to do with me because of how my dad is?”

“No. Not at all.” You took a step closer, both were barely touching.

He stepped closer. “Really?”

Since you first met him, he actually looked young, kind of soft. Something, almost fragile.

“Yes, really.” You stepped closed.

“Then come here.” He grabbed your hips and pulled you flush against him with his arms crossed behind you. Had you just felt as his thumbs hooked into your belt loops, you wondered distantly.

You giggled, he rose an eyebrow as something you couldn’t read flickered in his eyes. “This is where I belong.”

“Damn straight.” He gave you a playful smirk. He kissed you then, you slid up against him, as you wanted to kiss him deeper.

He pulled back smirking. “You found my gin and tonic.”

“I was thirsty.” You whined making a face. “They are disgusting. You drink those?”

“I heard they make you tough.” He chuckled, looking almost playful. He tugged gently on your belt loops.

“They are yucky is what they are.”

His thumbs unhooked themselves from the belt loops on your shorts. You moved gently as his hands glided up to your sides, his hands warm through the fabric.

“You swallowed me like the good girl, I knew you could be but a gin and tonic is gross?” Mischief lit up his eyes.

Your heart skipped. “Brett, even here on a sidewalk and you have my heart skipping.”

His face drew close, as his hands squeezed hard on your sides. “I’d do alot more given the chance.”

His words stole your breath. You wanted to give a cheeky reply. You opened your mouth and closed it.

“Jellybean? Brett? Is that you?” Your mother called from the front door.

“Damn, you are not supposed to look that good grabbing bowls.” His voice deepened.

You barely heard him, those bowls were just out of your grasp. From the corner of your eye, you noticed that he placed something on the counter. But then he managed to pull a gasp poured from your lips.

“Brett!” You hissed, as you felt him press his body against you.

He chuckled. “Needed to feel you.”

Wobbling against him you brought your hand down to balance yourself.

“I got you.”

“Yeah. I feel that.”

One of his hands ran down your side.

“Brett?”

You felt as he moved against you as he did something. You heard the crinkle of the bag before you saw him dip his hand into a bag of cherries.

He mumbled something about the length of the stems.

“How long are you keeping me here?” As he kept you against the counter, bowls being forgotten.

“Till I say so.” Replied as if it was the most logical response.

“Great.” You rolled your eyes.

Your heart skipped when you realized that you could feel his arousal press against his jeans. Feeling bold you wiggled gently.

He hand slid under your blouse, to your waist and squeezed. “Behave yourself.”

You wiggled once more then stopped. “I thought you were enjoying the feel of me.”

“Just you reminded me, may I remind you now, we’re in the kitchen of your house.”

His eyes finally left the bag of cherries and met yours. They were alit with mischief, as he pulled out a cherry with a rather reasonable stem.

“Tie this stem for me.”

You held out one of your hands.

He shook his head. “Nope. Open up.”

You opened your mouth and gladly accepted it. His thumb grazed your bottom lip. “Good girl.”

He gently stepped back allowing you to turn to face him. Focusing on the stem with your tongue, you refrained from glancing downward.

You did notice how he leaned his scrapped hands on either side of you. A sweet, throbbing ache blossomed between your legs as the ghost of his touch visited you. Moments later, you stuck out your tongue with the cherry attached to the knotted stem.

He snatched it away, and drew close. You prepared for a kiss. Yet you yelped as you felt him bit down on your bottom lip. Since he didn’t say a word, you pulled back searching his eyes.

“That’s for being playful that day in front of the others. You made me so hard.”

You swallowed, watching as he then took a cherry, biting it and pulling it free of the stem like he had done to your lip.

“Like you are now ?” You whispered.

He stopped chewing it. “You have a sharp tongue.” His Adam apple bobbed as he swallowed it.

“If I recall you did like how it felt not too long ago.”

He shook his head. “I don’t know what I am going to do with you.” His muttered, but his lips met yours and you melted against him.

*******

“Hey!” You giggled softly. “That’s not enough chocolate.”

You grabbed the bottle and poured more onto his spoon before he dripped it back into his bowl of ice cream. He chuckled and stuffed it into his mouth.

“Is there any on my face?” He offered his face. You drew close kissing, licking away chocolate from one corner of his mouth and the other.

“Better?”

You nodded.

“Good.”

You dripped a strawberry better into a waning pile of whipped cream.

He held up a hand. “Wait!”

You paused.

He grabbed the can of whipped cream. He covered the strawberry and your fingertips.

“Ok. Now you can enjoy it.” One side of his mouth curled upward into a smirk.

A soft low sound came from him, as you brought it your lips. That made you stop briefly.

“Don’t let me stop you.”

You finished, barely the leafy green top was back in the bowl when he tilted your face up and his lips met yours.

*******

Your heart raced as you climbed up the steps to your room. Now, you were the one who bit down on your lip. He followed close as you crept past your parent’s room. You could hear the snores of your dad. Distantly, you wondered how much he knew of tonight.

“Is that your room?” He whispered.

“Yeah.”

“Alright, unless the knob squeaks keep your door closed. I will be right back.”

He stopped by the bathroom door.

“Seriously?” The moment you said it you knew how silly it was.

In the shadows of the hallway, he gave you a look with a raised eyebrow.

“I know, I know. I’m just nervous.”

He rolled eyes. “They won’t know.”

*******

Once in your room, you sighed. You toed off your shoes, glancing around. Paige didn’t leave too much of a mess when finding some clothes for you to wear earlier. Pushing off the wall you grabbed your discarded bath towel and stuffed it into your hamper.

Going to your vanity, you spritzed some of your favorite perfume into the air. Then you just eyed your reflection. You watched as his arms wrapped around middle. His dark eyes met yours in the mirror, you smiled.

“I told you’d be in your room.” He chuckled.

“Cheeky, bastard.” You giggled.

He stilled, “What did you call me?”

You remembered his dad. “Cheeky, I called you cheeky.”

“That’s right.”

You felt as his body relaxed.

*******

“Don’t keep me waiting.” He whispered.

You came over pulling down one edge of your panties as they rode up.

“That is nice.”

He remarked as you found him laying in the middle your bed. The sight alone was far better than what you could have ever imagined. His hands behind his head, boxers low on his hips.

“So that’s what you had changed into ya?”

You nodded, you wrung your hands behind your back.

“I like it.” You could practically feel as he looked you over.

Scooting back, he went onto his side. You trembled inwardly as your nerves grabbed you. You hesitated. He rose an eyebrow.

“Is my baby having a pang of shyness?”

You nodded.

“Such a good girl I have in you, even if you have a smart mouth.” He smiled. “A boy is in your bed for the first time and you’re getting all nervous.”

You blushed.

He leaned towards you. “Baby? Tell me,” You could feel as his eyes once again. “After you saw me outside your window, what were your thoughts about me?”

“Brett.” You whined softly. “That’s not the same.”

“Did you imagine me jerking off to you?” Hmm, he made a questioning sound.

“You’re not helping.” You whimpered.

“It isn’t ?” He licked his bottom lip. “Because I did. Told ye, I did.”

Your heart beat harder.

“Passed out with my cock in my hand, thinking of you.

Glancing down, you swallowed seeing the outline of his thick manhood pressing against the fabric. You could still feel how he felt in your mouth.

“Brett.” You whimpered.

“Stop standing there and just looking.”

Your eyes grew, he caught you.

“Get over here.” He whispered, patting a place beside him

You nodded, wordlessly. How he looked at you, how his lips curled or how mischief shined in his eyes made you were growing breathless, and the ache between your legs grew.

“You know,” He made a show of glancing around once you settled beside him. “It’s everything I thought it would be, pink and frills.” He smirked looking at you. “And lots of pillows.”

“Boring, huh?” You blew some hair out of your eyes.

He pulled you even closer to his side. “Nah, it’s exactly how I’d want your room to be.”

As he did not let go of your hip, his fingers drummed softly.

“I’m glad I sorted out that asshole.” He paused. “He didn’t deserve you.” He continued. “Any of you.”

*******

Your hands moved over him, squeezing or grazing with your nails and even running through his brown hair when you could. The sweet taste of the cream on his lips had long gone but his special taste, that belongs to him uniquely remained.

As your tongues moved around each, rubbed up at against this thigh. A smile curling his lips whenever you’d rubbed against his thigh. You were eager for more as the kissing, licking and even some biting came naturally as you moved together. Instincts, had long since moved the two of you.

You were breathless as you were enveloped in a storm of Brett. There was a darkness that lingered in him, cloaked not far from the surface was a razor sharp anger, flashes of it like lightning struck whenever triggered. Perhaps, it was a defense to all that was around him. Yet you had seen very small soft moments, they were hidden and protected.

The world, your room had all but disappeared all you felt was him and how he made you feel. You rubbed once again him, it barely helped with the ache he caused.

“Is my baby getting needy?” His raspy voice whispered into your ear as he squeezed your hip.

“Yes.” The simple word shook as you uttered it.

All you saw were his dark eyes, one his hands moved over you. You didn’t even realize that you had been holding your breath till cupped you. The mere scrap of fabric between you and his hand only made your ache throb more. He squeezed.

“You’re soaking.” You trembled as he spoke. “You’re soaked for me in your bedroom.”

You bit your bottom lip, nodding.

“Want me make you cum here, only a few mere doors down from your sleeping parents?” He taunted.

You opened your legs a little wider. His breath was hot as softly chuckled into your shoulder.

“Opening for me. Aww, their little girl knows just what I want, what I need.”

His hand slipped under your pants.

“Fuck.” He hissed softly, stretching the word. “So slick.” His lips grazed yours.

He pulled a soft sound as he rubbed you just enough.

“Better be quiet or they’ll know I’m playing with your soft little pussy.”

You nodded.

“You are so wet, I bet if I wanted to, my cock could slid right in. I’d stretch you, fill you so well”

Yor eyes grew at his words, not even noticing that his free hand guided one of yours to where his cock sat heavily in the soft fabric of his boxers. You gasped. You squeezed him. Your eyes growing even wider. There was no way, he’d fit. He was too big, he barely fit in your mouth.

“You gonna be a good girl and touch me or will you be greedy, making me put you in your place later.”

You felt yourself dribble on him, yiu gasped. You hoped that was normal.

He firmly but not terribly hard bite on your shoulder, where his forehead had just rest. Pearls of sweat had begun to form along his hair line.

“I knew you’d have a naughty streak in you.” His breathing shortening. “Look at me.”

You had not realized your eyes had closed. Lashes fluttered open, his eyes were fiery while his jaw, took a sharp edge

“Yee want me to put you in your place don’t you?”

You nodded and his mouth twisted upward. You felt as you dribbled more.

“What should I do huh? Fuck your smart little mouth, so you don’t constantly wag that sharp little tongue? Or maybe, his hand left yours over his throbbing member. He reached and tugged on your cami. “Maybe.I can spray you with my cum. Mark you, make you mine even more?” His eyes glinted.

Before you could respond, not even sure if he wanted a response, his fingers were merciless. They found your sensitive bud, and he rubbed it. He his fingers firm, firmer than yours ever could be. You’d remember weakening in the intensity, not continuing.

You had been silly. This felt so good, you whimpered and mewed, a few obscenities escaping your lips that you’d never ever thought to utter.

Your body tightened, you arched. You writhed under him. Then it all erupted in stars and you thought you had bit down on yourself, when you heard a rumble come from him dawning on you that you had bit down on his chest. You gasped in your afterglow, where he barely slowed his pace.

“Baby has fangs. Just don’t ever do that to my cock or you will get a fresh one here.”

His thumb caressed your cheek, before he pressed a kiss to your lips.

********

“Go, kneel for me baby.”

He glanced around and grabbed a sun shaped pillow with a huge grin.

“That is too fucking cute. Here take this.”

He barely handed it for you as you came to kneel in front of him. Behind, the world stilled as your phone, having slid free of your purse, buzzed to life. You both looked at each other. A look of sheer darkness came fell over him like a storm cloud.

He turned to it.

“Brett, please.”

His smile became sharper. In a few easy steps he reached it, one hand held himself firmly, rubbing at his length while the other, fiddled with the phone. He came back to you.

“Is Lexi that bitch?” His voice was thick.

You nodded, he turned the phone so you could see what she typed. ‘You and that hick twig dick will regret what you did.’

You made a face. He turned it back to him.

“Fuck you, sweetie.”

He said in a dark sugary tone, made a sharp tingle go through you as you remained kneeling on the sun. His thumb tapping the reply. Then he took a step closer.

“Now, you are gonna be a good baby. Let’s show him how you regret what you did. Even though, I fuckin’ sorted him.”

“Brett, I’ve never…” You mumbled, a tremble ran down your back.

“Exactly, and I want the video later.”

You swallowed. Fear mixed with your arousal and a soft whimper escaped your lips before you opened your mouth to him. Remembering, what he had wanted when he gave you the cherry.

“Already, learning your place.” He praised, his voice its usual dark raspy tone.

He brought his cock over, gently he slid the flushed tip, against your tongue. A soft moan came from me. Your heart skipped. He slid in further into your mouth. You replaced his hand, barely able to hold it. You licked and twirled your tongue around the tip. Easily, gathering the pearl of pre cum. Part of you should have cared, since he was filming and yet you didn’t.

His fingers entwined in your hair, reminding you of him being above. He began to move his hips, you took more of him. He withdrew, you glanced up.

“Not gonna share everything. Fuck them. That might get them off since you look amazing with my cock in your mouth.”

You whimpered, moving a little as he spoke.

Your phone landed on of your purse with a soft thud before be turned back to you.

“Aww, you want me cock that bad huh. Whimpering for it?” He drew your face up.

“Yes, please.”

You did want it, you body crave his touch again. You also felt it would make him feel good, since he was punishing your smart mouth.

“That’s my good girl.”

It was not long when realized just how much rougher, harder than the first time. You sputtered and coughed, your cheeks flushed, your throat felt his thickness.

“Take me, I know you can.” He’d mutter or something to that effect.

He’s slide in as far as your mouth, throat would allow. His tip tickling the back of your throat. You wouldn’t forget the sensation, anytime soon.

You rubbed your thighs together. Your body pulsed, you wanted it.

His hands that held your hair, guiding you still as your tongue continued to move along him. Your mouth full.

You glanced up, his eyes were fiery as his cheeks were flushed. Between your legs, the ache continued. From earlier, you knew what may be happening.

You managed to slid him through yours before with a soft pop, he was out of your mouth. You let him go for moment. You also remembered an image or two from his computer or what had been taped to the wall.

“What are ye doing?” His words were practically slurred into one, as his passion had talked over.

You wiggled and pushed down the front of your cami till it was sitting on the curve of your hips.

“Oh, fuck baby.”

You kneeled a little straighter.

“Now you don’t have to decide.”

You opened your mouth like you had earlier.

He stepped closer.

“Fuck baby.”

It long, after you felt the first warm spurt of his cum as it your mouth, then your chest. Luckily, you closed your mouth. You were certain he got your cheek next. After that, you couldn’t focus. But the sounds he made, made you quiver as you continued to kneel.

********

The sharp clap of the front door closing and the starting of engine startling you awake. You were entangled and up against the almost too warm, of Brett’s solid frame. But it felt good than the heat in the house already held onto. The sun from outside, not the one that brought your knees comfort was managing to slip some rays of light into your room. They sliced across the naked forms of you and Brett.

Turning only a little, your heart did not wait long to melt as you saw the softened, sweeten with sleep face of Brett. You saw the bruise, it was darker now and the cut where Maddox had managed clip him, was on its way to healing.

He made a strangled sound, as he took a breath and his eyes opened.

“Do I look incredibly handsome?” With a flair of smugness.

“Brett.” You nudged him.

He chuckled.

He met your eyes. “Well?” He chuckled again. “You on the other hand, look fantastic.”

Once you could look at Maddox, his hair out of place, you giggled.

“Apologize to her.” You demanded, giving him a once over. “You should know this look you have going on, is not flattering.”

“I’ll do more, if you don’t come with me.” He was colder than the water in the lake. You were scared, you had no idea he was capable of acting like this.

“Alright.”

His hand wrapped around your arm and tugged. “I can walk.” You managed a look, eyes narrowed.

“Really? Looks like don’t work on city folk like me.”

********

“What the hell? What got into you?” You had tried to spot Paige behind him. But you didn’t see her.

“You giving that inbred hick, a feel of your lips.”

“He’s felt alot more.” You challenged.

He spat, leaves rustled where it landed.

“Fuck, he did.”

The world spun, pain blossomed on your knees and sticks dug into your palms.

“Now, you will forget all about that scrawny tiny dick and get a real man’s dick in you.”

You felt ill, as you tried to get up, his fingers missing you grabbed at a sleeve and it gave. Their approach fabric ripped.

You clawed forward, the ground was unforgiving. “Get back here.”

Cool air hit you, you shivered as the back of your thighs became uncovered.

“What the fuck you doin mate?” You knew that voice, its edge could slice through anything.

Your torso met the ground with a thud, you gasped desperately for air as the wind was knocked out of you. Before you could form any thought the world whirled around. Blinking, all you could see was the ugly contorted face of Maddox.

“We’re gonna have some fun, you fucking hick.”

All you could do was scream.

Maddox fell to his side beside you.

Brett was darker than the night that surrounded the three of you. You barely felt any sense of relief when you turned violently when what little contents of your stomach left you. You groaned and wiped your mouth.

“You’re fucked now.”

There was a blur of fists, kicks hitting a soon crumbling Maddox. He had managed to rear up, his fist contacted. Or at least it may have. Brett barely reacted.

You were watching Brett, when something warm materialized beside you. You flinched but then gave a weak smile.

You blinked. “Paige, are you ok ?” Your month felt rough.

“Yeah, you silly bird.”

As Maddox laid on the ground, coughing, groaning in pain. Brett standing over him, glanced at the two of you.

“Get her the fuck out, bring her to my house.”

Stopping, he grabbed a handful of Maddox’s hair and hit him square in the nose.

“Yee sure?”

“I won’t be long.” His smile grew darker.

******

You groaned as you finally sat down in Brett’s room. Walking there had been a silent blur. You were grateful for it being relatively close and no one appearing to be home.

She nodded, she looked away and then at you.

“His room is nasty.” She shook her head, she made a face. “Such a guy. Hope it’s safe you sitting at his desk.”

The infinite loop captured from a porno played on the screen of his computer.

“Better than the floor.”

You looked at each other an shared a nervous laugh.

“Right,” Your cousin nodded. “I was about to tell you. So that kid who had tried to mess with Cooper was left limping. He’s still limping.”

“One takes care of family.” You said weakly. Your heart raced, your head throbbed. “Thank you.”

She nodded. “That’s also why I’m telling you.” Her mouth a thin line. “If you are gonna be Brett’s,” She paused, and she glanced around as if she had heard something.

“He is brash and angry like his father but more discerning.” She shrugged. “Mostly.”

“You call him out all the time.” You pointed out.

“I can because I was the one who texted him when I saw what was happening. He appreciates, loyalty.”

You nodded but then held your head. Groaning, you felt like you could be sick again, your stomach wrenched hard.

Looking you through your messy hair, you noticed that she had put a glass of water beside you.

“Clean yourself up.”She laid a cool hand on your shoulder. “Now, this is important. If his father returns from wherever he is and even if he won tonight, he will be a beast. So hide in here and be silent.”

“Wait, where are you going?” You grabbed her arm.

“I gotta help, if things get out of hand.”

“Out of hand?”

“Best, you don’t know.”

“If you say so.”

“I do.”

*******

You wrapped your arms around yourself and just sat. Yet finally as a breeze blew in you realized you had been sitting long enough. you finally got up and going down the hall you found the bathroom.

Looking around, you finally found a dry and sadly folded washcloth. It felt good to wipe and clean off the dirt. You also wiped away the tears that finally fell. Cupping your now clean hands, you gathered and swished some water about.

Feeling, better you eyed your dress. It was a wreck. Finding a comb, you finally untangled the mess that was your hair. Satisfied, you went back to his room.

Upon walking in, seeing bed in utter disarray, and you could hear what he had said to you.

….images of you and this hand….. I passed out with my fingers still wrapped around my cock.

Immediately, your own imagination took a hold. A small blossom of an ache began to throb between your legs.

A door crashed downstairs, you jumped. Looking around, if you moved he’d hear you for sure. But you dad too. You snapped off the light, then spotting a hoodie, you held it in front of you. The steps creaked heavily as he took them quickly. His approach was fast; you squeezed your eyes shut and hoped he wouldn’t look in his son’s room. You glanced at the door, before squeezing your eyes shut once more. Your blood pounded in your ears.

The door had remained half open, light from the hallway cut into the room. You held your breath.

“There’s my girl.”

Your head shot up “Brett!”

“That’s me.” He smirked. “Everything has been sorted.”

You took in his appearance as he spoke; a leaf with perhaps a twig among the dark strands. His face was sweaty and dirty. Was that a blood stain you wondered. You didn’t care, you practically ran over to him. You dropped the hoodie you had been clinging too.

“Ooof.” He chuckled as you almost knocked him over. “I could get used to this kind of greeting instead of you giving me bold words and a sharp tongue.”

“Don’t get used to it.” You mumbled into his chest, as you melted against his solid frame.

He didn’t reply but his hols tightened which was exactly what you needed.

“Just so you know that was my favorite hoodie you just tossed.”

You could practically see how smug he was. “Maybe I can model it for you.”

A deep sound came from him. “I’d like that.”

You finally looked up at him, yours eyes filling.

“I got him. He won’t bother you again.”

You held him once more, his arms loosened but then tightened.

*******

Sometime later since the threat of his father arriving home still hung in the air.

Brett, sat down on the closed toilet, as you rummaged through the medicine cabinet. That’s when he very proudly told you an account of what he had done.

Finding some alcohol and a few clean swabs, maybe his mum used them for her make up, you looked his face over. You notice a smudge of a bruise forming on his cheek. Maddox had managed to clip a spot by his temple that broke the skin.

"Fuck, that stings!" His lips curled in pain, you could see the anger that still clung to him.

"I'm sorry" You quickly replied, taking the swab away as your heart continued to race.

You eyed the small wound, after cleaning it, relief filled you to see that stitches nor staples looked like they were needed.

You tugged gently at his shirt. “We gotta, see if anything broke or is bruised.”

With a small wince, he pulled up and off his shirt. It now laid wilted on the top of the hamper.

“He barely touched me.” His smugness radiated off of him.“Pretty sure at least two of his ribs are now in half.”

“Good.” You quickly replied.

Your eyes grew at the sight of him. His torso was far more toned than you had expected. It was hidden under the some dark springy hair that grew and the clothes he wore.

“You like what you are seeing my sweet girl?”

You nodded continuing to look. His cheeky tone made your heart skip.

His happy trail led to his tummy which appeared to be soft, which was in sharp contrast to the rest of him. Your eyes following it, saw as it continued till it disappeared past the edge of his jeans.

"I got him good.” He smirked and muttered another curse.

"You did."

Taking one hand, then his other you saw scraps on his knuckles. You had to keep a firm hold on them as he tried to pull away as you dabbed and cleaned them.

Glancing at your reflection, your dress still clung to you, it was torn and had a splatter of blood. If you had the chance, you'd burn it or hide it, whatever came first. You never wanted to see it again.

"He won't forget.”

You added, before swallowing some the bitter bile that rose hotly from your stomach. You wouldn’t forget this night easily.

“Good.” He tilted his head to one side. “That friend of yours help lead that crumbled asshole away.”

“She needs a ride home.”

“She might be the one driving.”

“Oh.” You shrugged. “I don’t care one way or another.”

You felt his eyes on you.

“After what he did to Paige, what he tried with me…”

His Adam’s apple bobbed, his eyes narrowed. “What did he do to Paige?”

“Kick sand into her face.”

“That fucker.” He muttered more under his breath.

You nodded, “That’s why I walked away with him initially. He would mentioning doing worse.”

“He got what he deserved.” He muttered.

“I wish I could have watched you what you did longer.”

“I get in a state.” He smiled as if he enjoyed it. “Not sure you want to see me like that.”

You shrugged. “You certainly gave him what he deserved.” You moved your own eyes over him.

He gently caught your chin. “I thought, you were a sweet girl who liked cute outfits, shopping and cute boys.” He challenged. “And sweet things in their mouth.”

You closed your eyes at the last bit. “I do. And you’re easy enough on the eyes.”

He squeezed, you felt chill came over you, had she shared what you had said. Drawing, you face up. “What am I going to do with you?”

You shrugged, he finally let go of you.

“Don’t forget I’m all scrapped up and got bloodied.” He held up his fists.

“You did.”

He drew close. “And you liked it?”

Your heart skipped. “Eww.”

Was all you could manage before turning sharply and walking back to his room. It was almost too much seeing him sit and look like that. The manner of how a smirk or a scowl worked their way to his lips, stole your breath.

******

“Hey!” He called to after you. You heard as he snapped off the bathroom lights. “Don’t walk away from me.” His tone was firm.

You felt his voice. “I, I…” Your words, got stuck in your mouth once he was in front of you.

Reaching behind him, he closed the door.

“I…I…what?” His mouth was a thin line.

“You have been wanting to see me.” You glanced, quietly motioned to the chair you had only just occupied. “Please take a seat.”

He smirked, “Alright.”

Inwardly, you trembled. It had been much easier with him outside and you inside. Threatening to burst from your chest, your heart beat even faster. Taking a breath you reached down and took a hold of the hem your dress.

“Oh, fuck.” The words tumbled from him.

You’d by lying to yourself if they didn’t help.

You pulled it up and off. You let it fall to the ground.

“Fuck.” His eyes lit up as he leapt from the chair and pulled you tightly against him. “You are so fuckin’ beautiful.”

His hands firmly roamed over you, pulling soft sounds came from you.

“Turn around for me like you did the other night.”

You stepped back and soon you were turning. When you once gain faced him. His teeth were digging into his bottom lip, he palmed him. You gave a gentle smile, as a sharp ache blossomed between your legs.

He scooped you up, it was easy to cling to him. You couldn’t resist kissing his jaw, his throat. It just came over you. It felt good. He carried you to his bed, then he kind of dropped, lowered you.

You giggled. “I’m not that heavy.”

“You’re fuckin not. But I can’t think.” He swallowed.

He made quick work of his jeans. Climbing in, he was half over you, half on you. It felt as good as it had been on the beach.

His hair fell into his face as he looked at you. “I’m no fuckin rapist.”

Anger and what you could only assume was lust was behind his voice, it made it rough, deeper.

“Do you want to be with me?”

“Yes.”

It felt as if in that moment, you were like those who went on very high places and leapt off. You trembled, you were certain being with Brett would be just like that exhilarating and dangerous.

“Fuck. Ye, made me very happy.”

“And hard.” You could feel his length pressed against your stomach.

“That fuckin mouth.” He murmured and kissed you then.

It wasn’t gentle. It was hungry. You responded with your own. As your tongues met distantly you tasted the drinks from earlier and distinctly him. Your hands raked through his strands.

His hands grabbed, squeezed and moved over you before he met the clasp at the front of your bra. He tugged, twisted at it then breaking the kiss, he glanced down and managed to open the front clasp of your bra.

He muttered something you couldn’t make out. You bit back a small giggle, when you caught sight of his expression. Dipping his head, you felt his lips as they moved like his hands. You were whimpered and moaned as his touched parts that pulled pleasure from you.

“Damn.” He groaned as he brought himself up. His eyes wild as he met yours. “I need to feel you.”

“Please.” It came out as a whine.

A smile played on his lips as his hand moved roughly down and along your side. His fingers splayed as he drifted over your stomach.

A pleased sound came from him. “Soft like the rest of ye.”

He caught your eye, one of his fingers drifted over the ribbon trim of your panties. He tugged, it gave a little.

“Now, who is teasing?” You were breathless.

His hand slid under the fabric, his eyes closed, as a garbled words mingled from the moan that poured from your lips. His fingers slipped through your folds, you gasped.

“Soft, and so fuckin wet.” He bit his lip looking at you.

“Yes.” You whimpered. “Oh Brett.” You exhaled, moaning.

“Want me to touch you here?”

He dragged his fingers up till he found your sensitive bud, you trembled uncontrollably.

Whenever, you had gently grazed it had been too much.

“Yes, yes please don’t stop.”

His fingers didn’t stop as he leaned in close. “You gonna be my good girl?” His fingers did slow.

You licked your lips gasping, moaning you nodded.

“Tell me.” His voice rasped close to your ear. “Baby, if I’m going to make you cum, I need to hear it.”

“Yes, I will be your good girl. Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”

You held onto him where you could as your other tugged, pulled at his bedding as you were lost in what you were feeling.

“Mmm, good.”

Your body tightened, you arched under him as your breathing shorten. “Oh Brett, Brett.” You whimpered, whining before you erupted, under him.

His mouth found yours,his kiss still as rough as ever as you came down. Breathless, you broke the kiss you met his eyes.

“Your turn.” You swallowed, gulping down some air.

He moved up leaning on his elbows. You pressed a quick kiss on his lips, it brought a smirk to his lips. Your heart skipped, stomach tightening. You already wanted more.

Still trembling you moved to your side giving him more space to lay on his bed. You saw the outline of where he pressed against his boxers. You licked your bottom lip.

Drawing close, you pressed some kisses just above the waistband. Heat radiated off him.

“Fuck, you look good.”

You looked up through your lashes. “So do you.”

Getting a hold of your nerves you took ahold of the fabric. He helped and lifted himself up you were able to pull his boxers down. Your eyes grew, he was large, thick with a deep crimson tip that dribbled a little as bounced free from cotton that had been holding him back. Distracted, you watched as he kicked his boxers off the rest of the way off.

Looking back, his cock and balls were quite a sight, you sighed. His balls matched the rest of him, giving a solid base to him. Now, you knew his confidence definitely matched what he had. You swallowed.

“Damn.”

He chuckled smugly as one his hands rubbed down his side, giving his belly a gentle scratch. So masculine, your stomach knotted. Your hart skipped.

“It’s yours.”

You gently reached as his hand then came over yours and he guided it him. Your fingers barely could wrapped around him, you were amazed at his girth. His hand slipped away.

You eyed his length, then carefully remembering the few videos you had managed to find and watch on the sly, you licked a path up his length, it followed a very appealing vein where you felt a very steady pulse.

A deep groan came from him, you watched as his head tilted back. His throat strained and was fully exposed. You still remembered how the golden liquid had traveled down it. A hunger began to take ahold of you.

Reaching his tip, you pressed your lips over him. Gently, you suckled on him as he laid heavily on your tongue. More moans came from him, you heard his breathing sped up.

“Touch me, touch me too.” He gasped.

You made a soft sound and you took him go deeper into your mouth. As you did, the ache grew in you. It was all you had wanted it to be. Pulling your mouth back, you let your hand drift up his length as you reached his tip. You brought your hand down back down as you suckled and twirled your tongue around him.

From where you were, you felt as his body tightened. His fingers found their way into your hair.

“Yes, yes.”

You continued moving up and down his hard length, his hand guiding you. As his fingers tightened, the pulling your strands just enough to remind you his hand was there but not enough to hurt.

Your own moan was muffled by him filling your mouth. The knot in your stomach as he began moving so his cock matched how your mouth moved on him.

“Gonna, gonna cum.” He moaned louder, as you managed to suck harder. “That pretty little mouth better swallow it all.”

You made a sound as if you say yes. You didn’t your mouth to leave him. His cock felt so good in your mouth.

You felt him tighten suddenly, his hand moving to hold your head. A guttural moan broke his lips, the first spurt shot into your mouth hitting the back of your throat. You pulled back coughing by reflex but you easily took him back into your mouth. Just as you did, you felt him spurt more, rapidly. came fast and rapid. You swallowed as you felt your mouth fill with his tangy cum. You had expected it to taste horrible. It wasn’t. He finally slowed and stopped. You swallowed what remained in your mouth. As you finally let him slip from your mouth. You held him so he wouldn’t just flop out. You pressed a soft kiss to his tip, making him buck. You smiled.

“Damn, baby.” His hand drifted from your cheek, his thumb caressed it.

“Brett! Where the hell are you?”

Stretching, reaching as high as you could just lifting off the sill your body relaxed. A sharp whistle, sliced through the air. You glanced, smiling as you watched a slightly bent over Brett towel his dark, wet strands.

“Damn, I might have to tag along.”

He tossed the towel to where you had discarded your own.

You giggled. “Brett,” You remained seated as he drew closer. “Paige, and I are having our girls day, no boys allowed.”

Your cheeks were a flame as he drew your face up. “I’m not a boy.”

“True. You’re not.” You licked and bit your bottom lip. “But I also wanted to surprise you with whatever I may get.”

He smiled. “I’ll alright, I suppose I can stay behind then.” I will see you later.

You snuck in a quick kiss, and flutter off grabbing your purse. It was barely on your shoulder when he pulled you to him. It pulled a soft sound from you.

“I need a much better kiss than that.”

*******

Reaching the top of the steps, you could have sworn you heard the tv.

“Do you hear that?” You stopped.

Brett shrugged.

It would not be the first time, your mom left the tv on while rushing out, you rolled your eyes.

“Oh by the way, I sent the video.”

Your heart skipped.

The floorboard creaked on fifth from the top, which was the sixth from the bottom. You’d have to try and remember that. Knowing, Brett you were on the cusp of moments, where you would have go sneak back into your house.

A rich, chuckle came from behind you. “I noticed. Since I’ll be all by my lonesome;” Brett said overly dramatic. “for part of the day…” He continued. “It will be something to occupy my time.”

“Brett.” You flushed hard.

“What?” He laughed again. “Tell me, did that little bitch have anything to say ?” He practically snarled.

“She said we’d, I’d regret all of what happened by the lake.”

Your voice faded into a whisper as you rounded the corner into the downstairs to find Paige nibbling on some cereal and watching some tv.

Brett crashed into you as he pulled down the rest of his shirt.

“Paige, you’re already here?”

She nodded, she switched off the tv.

“Fuck, Paige. When you get here?”

You glanced back and saw him scratch the back of his head.

She shrugged. “Maybe an hour ago. Practically, ran into Aunt Ela while she was running out. Your dad was already in the car.”

You nodded.

“She said, you’d probably be sleeping in since Brett had walked home late.”

She glanced at the two of you.

You were losing count over how many times your cheeks had already flushed for the day.

“She also said, you two stayed up late having dessert before he had headed home.”

Brett snickered.

“Well, I guess she didn’t hear you.” Brett remarked.

Your mouth dropped open.

“Brett, gross. I don’t need to hear any of this.” Paige held up a hand, making a face.

He snickered, ignoring Paige. “See you later Paige. Keep an eye on her.”

“I’m sure she can do that herself.”

He rolled his eyes. “Baby, walk me out and I’ll you can get your girl’s day started.”

You grimaced, then followed Brett to the door. He pulled you to him, roughly, he chuckled as you squeaked.

“Where are you girls goin?”

“I don’t know.” You shrugged. “I’m still new around these parts.”

“There’s that smart mouth.” His mouth twisted upward.

“If anything comes up, you or Paige message me.”

You rose an eyebrow.

“I’m serious.” His face took an edge. “You’re a hot and you’re mine.”

You gave him a soft smile. “I am.” You bit your bottom lip. “Nothin will happen. We’re gonna buy pretty things, eat yummy food and we’ll be back.”

His eyes lit up. “What kind of pretty things?”

You nodded. “I told you, I’d surprise you.”

“Alright.”

“And what about you?”

He shrugged. “Don’t know. Cooper covered for me. Maybe, I’ll take the lad to the bumper boats or something.”

“There’s bumper boats in town?”

He grinned broadly. “Maybe I’ll take you too.”

“I’d like that.”

*********

You scribbled a note reminding your mom of the girls day you were having with Paige. The bus ride to the next town was quick.

“Is there any particular stores you wanna go to first?”

You held a hand above your eyes as you gave it a look about after walking down the steep steps of the bus.

Paige rose an eyebrow. “Let’s get a cuppa then we can shop.”

“Alright.”

The place smelled fruity and fresh. You grabbed a fresh, flakey dessert to nibble on. Your plates and cups clinking, clattering once you found a small table.

You’d be lying if you were not relieved that Paige at the mini bar that held the sugars, the stirs and the like. Seeing how her sugars flew and danced across the marble top; you would not wanna deal with the mess or stickiness.

“So you and Brett, yeah?” She asked as she looked at you from under her brows before taking a sip.

“You’re direct cous?”

“After last night, I don’t want to carry on without the deets.”

Your stomach churned. “Yes, especially after last night.”

She nodded. “Alright. Just know he can be rough too.” She took a sip.

Your stomach churn while taking a bite of your dessert. “With a father like that? I’m not surprised.”

She made a face.

“Are ye worried?”

“Well, you’re my family, o’course I am.” She grimaced.

“Thank you. You did navigate my room alright.”

A wet chuckle came from her. “You have way too much.”

“Never!”

*******

“Alright let’s find you something cute.”

Paige grumbled. “I wear what I wear.”

“Let’s liven that up a little.”

“You think I can?”

“Yes.”

******

The stores blurred, fabrics and colors were a plenty. The amount of bags began to grow.

“This overalls dress is kind of cute.”

“It is.” You remarked absently. “Get it and we’ll find a day for it.” You urged.

“Alright.” Paige called back.

Once again, you saw the guy in cap with the Tudor Rose. He’d look your way then he’d look away. This was going on what, the fourth or fifth time now.

You practically leapt out of your skin when your phone vibrated in your bag.

“Dolly, Brett is texting, Gonna step to the sidewalk.”

“I will change and meet you out there.”

“Get that dress and those two tops.

“Those two tops?”

“Yes.”

“Fine.”

You sprinted for the door.

‘Hey baby! Ended up taking Cooper to the bumper boats. Would you believe, he has good aim? He got me good.’

Photos sent.

You giggled.

‘He certainly did. You really will have to take me there.’

‘I will but only because I can’t wait to see you in your swimsuit.’

‘I might just have to wear a sports bra that day.’

‘Ya, ya. Smart ass girl. Find anything cute?’

‘Have a few things you may like. Till then you like this? Might get it, felt cute. Not sure.’

You already bought but you knew they’d be winners, you mused then sent the selfies you had quickly snapped.

Photo sent.

‘Or there is this too.’ You added quickly.

Photo sent.

‘You better get those. I need to see them first hand.’

You giggled. ‘Alright, I will. We took this because we are having such a good time.’

Photo sent

‘Good to hear, Good girl. Now when are ye, getting back?’

‘Soon? It’s not past my curfew is it?’

‘Nah, just not sure how longer I can take this lads demands. He knows he’s got me. We might nab some take away, head to the lake.”

How he was with Cooper made your heart skip. He made be a lot of different things you were realizing but he’d be a great dad. You practically melted envisioning a wee tyke in the crook of his arm.

‘Oh how nice. Bring Bonnie’s I’m sure she wants to stretch her paws.’

‘Ye girls always like to go out.’

‘We do.’

You saw that he lingered on what he was typing. Then it all came in a rush.

‘There is something else…’

‘Oh? What?’

‘My mum was hoping to catch sight of you at some point. Dad, told her he met you.’

‘Is what I’m wearing ok? I can drop my bags home and walk over.’

‘Tell me? I’ll come get you.’

‘I’ll let you know when we’re heading back.’

“Ok. He damn well almost my tore off my arm to say hello.’ See you later.’

‘👋! Tell him I’m waving. And for you,💋’

‘Damn, can I get another?’

‘💋💋💋’

‘I can get used to this.’

You were about to type its only because I’m in the next town, when someone bumped into you.

“You.” Was all you could muster.

The man with the Tudor Rose cap was in front of you. A dark smile spread across his face.

He leaned in close. All you could do was stand still. Your feet would not move. He glanced from side to side before he at you.

“Tell Brett. We know about you sweetheart.”

“What the fuck do you want? Geeet out of here!” Paige, screeched.

*******

You tapped your foot nervously the entire drive back.

“They talk big, Brett wrecked them.”

You nodded. “But, but I don’t even know them.”

She shrugged. “You’re Brett’s girl, that’s enough.”

“How do they even know?”

“Me, maybe? There are ears everywhere.” She paused. “I already texted Brett, he said he will be there waiting for us.”

Taking your phone out, you sighed.

I guess Paige beat me to it, but yeah I saw him a few times and didn’t think anything of it. Then he suddenly was in front of me.

It’s alright. I will be there when you get off the bus. He won’t hurt you.

You swallowed.

*******

Brett’s face was sharp, his mouth a line. Bonnie, sat neatly at his feet. You cracked a small smile as you saw Cooper in his own world, fiddling with something on his phone. His brow wrinkled, his eyes narrowed with whatever was holding his attention.

You negotiated the best you could with the bags you purchases followed by Paige with her own. Bonnie gave a smart tug on her leash, her tail began to wag and her tongue lolled out happily.

You closed the distance, you were grateful he was already there waiting.

Worry washed over you, you honestly felt at a loss. If only Paige had not said anything.

You remembered her telling you, how he had given the guy a permanent limp. Whatever, he did to Maddox was deserved after how he acted. You could only imagine what had happened, especially if someone had roped in his father.

You didn’t want him to get hurt any further. That guy in the cap had looked really intense. Perhaps, you could convince him to just leave things be. It had been unnerving but nothing terribly serious. Grabbing the bottle you took another pull, a giggle bubbled from you as it finally tickled your nose.

The rest of the night was a blur of flickering flames, a cool breeze and warm fuzz the drink cloaked you in.

******

Together, covering your mouth from letting nervous giggles to the surface you crept up the steps to your room. You twirled once in your room. You heard the click, and stopping you watched as Brett closed and locked bedroom door. Quickly, you toed off your shoes, stretching you undid the messy bun, and your hair hung loose once again.

He came over, his eyes moving over you. “How did I get so fuckin’ lucky?”

You blushed. “I could say the same.”

He looked pleased, he reached up his fingertips grazed your cheek. “We have to talk baby.”

“Oh?” You rocked on your the balls of your feet.

“I have to go away for a few days.”

You stilled, your worries bubbled to the surface.

He cupped your chin, bringing your face up.

“You gonna miss me aren’t ya?”

You nodded. “I will.”

A smile flickered across his face as his thumb grazed your cheek.

“I won’t be gone long.”

“Ok.”

“Now listen.”

You blinked. “I am.” Your words came out clipped, worry had filled those words. Yet, it didn’t sound like it. Your eyes grew.

“Brett…” You attempted.

“Always being mouthy.” His reply sharp as he pressed his lips together.

“I had not meant to.” You chewed your lip.

“Yeah, well.”

His words drifted, as you saw something shifting in his stormy eyes.

“Before you got here, I had these plans. So I will be gone, handling some matters.”

You remained silent.

“You gonna be my good girl, while I am gone, yeah?”

You nodded.

“Good.” He smiled before he pressed his lips against yours.

*******

In the few short days of Brett’s absence, you had helped your mom with the last of the unpacking. The empty boxes cluttered the garage. But the new house, had finally become a home. Things were tided up and all unpacked.

All the while your dad worked long hours at the mine’s office. In the few times you saw him there was a very excited energetic air around him. With big sweeping gestures of his hands, he told you and your mom about metal structures, support beams and the like that were being talked over.

*******

“Thank you again, Harold.”

You said sweetly, before the bell above his door jingled as your mom and you left. He had made you and her some amazing sundaes.

“You go on to lake Jellybean. I think I am going make sure the tomatoes and green beans are taking to the trellises.”

You knit your brow together. “You sure? There’s a chance of rain tomorrow.”

She shrugged off the bag with the towels and snacks. “There will be other days.”

“Alright.” You gave each other a quick squeeze and peck on the cheek.

You slung the bag onto your shoulder and walked in the direction of the lake. Reaching, you grabbed your phone.

‘Gonna do some sunbathing all by my lonesome. 💋’

He had appreciated you checking in, you knew this may be more a tease. But you did miss him. You eyed his previous message.

‘Home soon.’ You certainly hoped so. You had been a good girlfriend in his absence. You had not touched yourself, despite the feverish dreams you had of him.

That aside, you had hoped to get an idea of what he was up to from Paige, but she caught a nasty bit of something. She had waved from behind her mom when you had stopped by a few days ago. Cooper had come down with something too.

Shaking your head to yourself you continued along. With a soft vibration, you retrieved your phone.

‘Hope today you’re beginning to feel better dolly.’

You sent that last message and you stopped. You felt something was off. Turning, you didn’t spot amything.

‘Hi chickee, Fever gone.’

‘Oh that is great dolly!’

‘Finally can eat again. Can’t wait to hang out.’

‘We’ll have fun!’

‘Yes, gotta get out of here. I am so bored.’

‘Soon!’ You promised.

******

“All mine!” You announced with your arms out spread after siting down on the towels, you giggled to yourself.

Your sundress was in a wrinkled heap beside you and sunglasses over your eyes. This was nice, you mused. You took out the book you had brought, giving it a glance you placed it down. Maybe you’d read later. The lapping of the lake was peaceful, the summer sun felt just hot enough. You laid down, you adjusted the bikini bottoms and now you were comfortable.

******

Hearing a branch snap, startled you sat up and looked around. Nothing. Your heart thudded hard.

Laying back onto your elbows, you decided what to do. Time seemed to have eased by faster than you had expected. The sun had begun to sink. You slipped your book into the bag.

Without Brett or even Paige, you did not want to get turned around in the forest.

Sitting up, you slipped off your sunglasses and blinking your eyes adjusted to the natural light. You stretched, as a sigh broke your lips. You reached for your dress as a whistle sliced through the air. You didn’t move. A icy hand of fear, unease took ahold of your heart.

Slowly, you turned in the direction of the whistle. You took the entire sight before you.

Brett stood on the small rise of where ground went up into the forest or down to lake however you looked at him, hands in his pockets. His sunglasses sat nice and proper on his face, hair looking soft and tousled on top of his head. Your heart skipped.

“Brett!” You relaxed, you smiled.

A smile, filled with mischief cracked his face.

“You gonna come down here?” You put your hands on your hips as you remained sitting. “Or I do I have to get up?”

He shook his head, and easily made his way down to you. Easily, pulling off his shirt, and moving around quite a bit, he made a big show of plopping down beside you. Bracing himself on one hand, he turned to face you.

“I missed you and your smart mouth.” He drew closer.

You glanced a bit around, relieved he was there but still remembering how you felt like you had not been alone.

“Brett,”

You whispered, your foreheads barely touching.

“I’m hoping it’s my imagination but someone may be lurking in the trees.”

His lips twisted. “Fuck him.” Taking ahold of you, he pulled you flush against. “Nothing is keeping you from me.”

You winced, making a sound.

He rose his eyebrows, tilting his head to one side. “Did that hurt?”

You blinked. “Maybe a little.”

His hand on tightened, now it really hurt.

“Brett!” You pushed at him. He didn’t move. “That hurts!” You wiggled under his hand.

He chuckled, his lips grazing yours. “Good. You have to be reminded who you belong to.”

“What?!” You practically squeaked.

You had missed him terribly, more than you cared to admit. All you could think about was him.

“You heard me.”

His lips met yours.

You turned, yet his lips found yours only this time your body responded. Not the outrage you were feeling. You kissed him back.

Your body twitched at the sudden feel of his teeth.

“Brett!” His name came out louder, your heart had picked up.

“I told you, I have to remind you who you belong to.”

“Don’t be mean.” You trembled, you wanted to push him. He had to know this wasn’t nice.

“Am I?” His twinkled with something you didn’t know. “Or do you like me like this?” This lips curling into a smirk that made your stomach tighten.

The words you wanted to say didn’t come. Your body felt alive it missed him, it began to crave him despite being in front of you. No space remained between you.

As his lips met yours strength against him softening.

Wilting, you found him half on, half on the towels. You wrapped tour arms around him. His hair was as soft as it had looked. His body felt good pressing into yours. A moaned muted by the hungry kiss that had won over the both of you; came from deep within you. It had been pulled, coaxed out of you as you felt his thick arousal pressing against you. Your own growing ache between your legs for him throbbed.

As his tongue moved with yours, your kisses grew in hunger. His dark, unique taste was there. You whimpered and moaned into the kiss. He was intoxicating.

Breaking for air, he gave finally a softer smile. “Fuckin’ relieved I saw this before anyone else.” He leaned on his side, one of his fingers barely tugged on the laces that kept it resting on your hip.

“Be careful.” You managed gently, your heart still thudding hard. “What if they show up like last time?”

He drew close, all you saw was him and felt as his fingertips grazed the laces once again.

“I told them it best to stay clear tonight. I want time with my girl.”

You gasped, your mouth dropped open before you stopped yourself.

A deep sound came from him. “Now, I’m remember why my cock fits so nicely in there.”

He sealed his fiery words with a kiss.

You pulled back. “Are you saying I got a big mouth?”

“No. It’s nice and small like the rest of you.”

One of his knuckles grazed your sensitive bud, that had been eager, achy for a touch. You bucked and moaned.

“Sounds like more of you has missed me.”

“Maybe.”

Looking down not knowing why you didn’t stop him, but you watched as he pulled, tugged and he undid the one side of your bikini bottom.

“Tell me.” He said as he easily found the laces on your other hip. “Did you touch yourself like I had while I was gone?”

You whimpered feeling yourself grow wetter as he grabbed the scrap of fabric that covered you between your legs. You were still covered as you managed to press a hand against his.

“Stop.”

He smiled. “Answer me.”

“I was your good girl.” You barely pressed against his hand.

“Good.”

His hand moved from under your hand clutching with the bikini bottom and stuffed into it into his jeans.

You immediately covered, held yourself. It made you whimpered, you felt how wet he had made you.

“Aw. Look how sweet you are?”

You actually glanced down and then back at him.

“Your dainty hand that can barely wrap around my cock, can hold your sweet little pussy.”

Moving, just so his hand moved and cupped your hand that still held yourself. He squeezed.

“Damn. I dreamt of you while I was away.” He rasped.

“Really?”

He nodded. “I’ve been wanting to claim you.”

You trembled in lust. “But you.” You replied simply.

“Not there baby.” He squeezed. “I want to slid my cock into you, fill you up so all you will ever know is me.”

“But what if someone sees us.”

“They won’t.”

His fingers moved, caressing yours as you held yourself tighter. Somewhere, the thought blossomed in you, that it was as if you were holding onto your virginity.

“And baby,” His cheek grazed yours. There was the fainest feel of prickly grown that was eager to grow. “Wouldn’t it be incredibly romantic for me, us to fuck here?” As he pulled back, his eyes finding yours, he gave you a very charming smile.

Heat, a sharp ache pierced you at his words. It was so lovely here and you needed him in ways, you could have never imagine. “Yes.”

You moved a little and opened your legs more.

“That’s my baby, I knew you’d want this.”

Moving his hand from yours, he easily took a hold of yours. You whimpered feeling the flat of his tongue before it became a firm point as it moved wherever your wetness clung to yours hand.

“Another time, I will spread you so wide. I will lick and bite at you.” His eyes darkened with his lust. “But you best be good and not get so mouthy.”

You nodded.

He out your hand down, then made quick work of his jeans. The zipper was sharp and metallic a sharp contrast to the occasion bird call or squawk. Once opened, you continued watching him as he pushed them and the boxers down. Once unleashed, his engorged length bounced against his stomach. An early dribble from his flushed tip disappeared into the soft trail of hair you had only seen mere glimpses of. Now it made your heart skip.

As he rubbed against your little bud, you whimpered feeling yourself grow even wetter. He easily slipped it between your folds.

“Will it hurt?” You got out and swallowed. His tip rubbed at what you assumed was your entrance. The same pressure from his fingers blossomed.

He was flushed, sweat had finally appeared at his hair line.

“Initially, but that is all. I will, it will never hurt again.”

Still holding himself, he lowered himself.

“Ok.” You braced yourself.

There was some pressure, everything was sharp. You froze, you both looked down. You saw what felt a small hint of crimson but then it disappeared. It was replaced by him sliding in further.

His eyes met yours, there was an electrifying look in them. “You’re all mine now, baby.” He breathing, harsh and shallow; like when he was in your mouth.

At first, you didn’t really know how to feel but then he pulled back. He slid back in, harder firmer and you moaned, arching into him. The discomfort disappeared. You tugged yourself and opened the bikini top. You wanted nothing between you.

“You feel so fuckin good.” The look of pleasure was across his face.

You were feeling it too. As you found him, holding you as he slid in and out.

Incoherent sounds came from you, one of his hands that held you, moved loosely, before you felt him find your center.

“Want to cum on a cock baby? My cock?”

His eyes were liquid fire when you looked into them.

You moaned, “Yes. Yes.”

You barely, answered as your body barely tightened any further before you erupted and felt as you came hard him. His movements only making it feel more electric.

“So fuckin’ good.” He breathed, strained smile reaching his lips. “My fuckin’ girl.”

You melted barely able to move. This was far more intense than what the two of you had done before.

He met your eyes. “You’re mine. All fuckin! mine.”

Moving, you felt him deeper if that was even possible before his body tightened above you. Pleasure once more ignited, as you felt as he cane hard into. His name a soft whisper on your lips.

******

“We better get dressed soon baby. Don’t want them sending a search party.” He chuckled against your temple.

You realized, heavily you must have fallen asleep. You didn’t want to be a bore. You would wake up.

*******

Confused. You heard something that was very different than the lake. A breeze just then floated over you making you shiver and look.

“Brett!” You squeaked.

There he was wide stance and dark stain blossoming on the tree in front of him.

“No one told you to look baby.” He turned and gave you a quick wink.

You looked away. You tied your bikini top, seeing that the sun was actually finally setting. Looking down, as he came over then.

“My naughty girl, taking a peak.”

“I did not. I felt you were gone..and and…”

“It’s alright baby. I don’t mind and cupped your face and kissed away your words.”

He handed you your dress a little later.

You took it. “And can I have my bikini bottoms?”

The cheeky smile that curled his lips since returning from the tree remained. “I’m holding onto those for a little longer.”

“But, but…”

He shook his head. “No buts, they will remain right here.” He tapped his pocket, where he tucked the stray lace back in; as he stood up.

You made a face but then giggled.

“What am I going to do with you?”

You took his hand that he offered. You noticed a fresh bruise but decided to not say anything. It could have happened with what you two had just done; you reasoned.

“Fuck in your bed?”

You shot him a look before wiggling, pulling on your dress. The idea stole your breath.

“So you like the idea?” He smirked.

“Maybe.” You smiled.

“Damn you and that mouth of yours.”

“You like it.”

His eyes narrowed as he looked down at you. His hand appeared, his thumb grazed your bottom lip.

“I do. But don’t push me.”

You teased his thumb with a flick of your tongue ever so briefly. “I’ll try and remember that.”

Thank you for reading.

“Aww, Brett I don’t want to go home.” Cooper pouted.

“Look lad, we had a fun day. But there’s somethings I have to handle.”

“Alright.” Cooper kicked at an imaginary pebble on the sidewalk.

“Paige, take Bonnie too.” He handed her the leash.

Bonnie, gave a woof.

“Come on Coops, you know Brett doesn’t want you to see the rough stuff.” Paige began pulling him away.

“I did last night.” He gave a mischievous grin.

“You were not supposed to.”

The silence for a moment was heavy.

“Brett, is it really that serious?”

“Yes.”

You exhaled. “Paige, said you’d explain.”

His eyes narrowed as he shot her back a glance.

“Alright. I will at my place after I introduce you to my mum.”

******

You stopped near the shrubbery where you two had last night. The silence had become too loud for you.

“Brett?”

“Yeah?”

His reply sharp, it made you swallow.

“Are yee, mad at me?”

His brows knit together. “No.” He shook his head. “Look, if it’s one thing I know; it’s girls and wee ones that always get one in trouble.”

“So I’m trouble?”

A smirk appeared before vanishing just as quick as it appeared.

“Yeah, but you’re worth it.”

“I am?”

It felt like a stone had settled in your stomach.

“Are you questioning me?” His eyes darkened.

“No.”

“Good.”

********

You could hear the excited tone of your mom’s voice and Brett’s much deeper voice, as the sounds made their way to your room. Undoing your hair, you raked your fingers through the tousled strands. Catching your reflection you redid the messy bun.

Soft gauzy material stood apart your other clothes. On the spot, you freed yourself of the shorts you had worn all day. Quickly, you took the skirt off the hanger and slipped it on. Once it was fastened, you twirled. You giggled.

It was perfect, Brett surely would like it. Maybe lighten his mood, you mused. The guy in the Tudor Ross cap popped into your mind’s eye; how had he spoke made you shiver. Idly, you chewed on the inside of your cheek. It would be ok, you promised yourself.

*******

Coming down the stairs, you attempted to avoid the squeaky floor board. You smiled to yourself when you realized you had.

“Aw, there is my sweet Jellybean.” Your mom cooed.

“Mom.” You rolled your eyes.

Brett chuckled.

She smiled. “I see you changed.”

You twirled. “The shorts were ghastly. I wanted to look pretty once again.”

“You are always pretty, Jellybean.”

“Mom!” This time you looked away feeling your cheeks warm.

She laughed. “Alright, I have embarrassed you enough. Off you two.” She motioned for the two of you to leave “Don’t stay out too late or you’ll sleep the day away tomorrow.”

“I’ll bring her home at a respectable time.” Brett, remarked.

“I know you will, Brett.” She beamed. “And I will let you know when I need to help moving the hutch.”

“Of course, you just let me know Mrs….”

He started with a big, bright smile splashed on his face. You easily could see the mischief, bright in his eyes; your mom didn’t seem to notice.

“Ella, Brett.” She reprimanded.

“Ella, I will be more than happy to help.”

********

“Twirl for me.”

You glanced around. “Now?”

“Yes.”

You did, once again how he looked at you, made your heart skip.

“I like that.” His lips curled. “Twirl again.”

This time you giggled as you did.

“You are gonna make me dizzy Brett..”

You clutched the front of his shirt as you stopped on uneven feet. It was still damp from doing the bumper boats with Cooper.

In the setting sun, you could see that the mischief grew stronger jn his eyes. “Tell me.”

He pressed against you, his eyes moving over you.

“Did you wear this for me?”

You nodded. “I did.”

“What did you think giving me little flashes of your panties was going to do?”

“Oh?” You blushed, your eyes grew. “Have I?”

“You have.”

His hands closed the roundness of your ass. He squeezed.

You wiggled. “Brett, we’re on the sidewalk.”

You were not able to budge.

“No one will pay us any mind.”

“But, but…” You began to whimper.

“What? Worried someone might realize you are not as sweet as they think you are ?”

He chewed on the corner of his mouth before smirking.

“I already know all about you.”

Your heart threatened to burst from your chest.

*******

The screen door screeched and groaned; as a pleasant yet tired woman greeted you there.

“Oh, child look at you. So proper and sweet, Brett how did you find this one.”

Then almost as if on cue Bonnie padded over and stuck her nose into your hand. You giggled. You happily petted her between her ears.

Glancing his way, you could not read his expression.

“Bonnie, brought us together.”

“Ahh, she’s a smart girl.”

The woman looked down at a very happy pup.

“Us, girls gotta stick together.” A wet chuckle came from her.

“Yes.” You agreed.

“Come with me.” She motioned to you. “Would you like some sun tea or lemonade, honey?”

“Mom, we’re meeting the others down by the lake.” Brett interrupted.

“They can wait. You are always there.

“I’ll be upstairs. I’ll let you two have some girl talk.” He sighed.

“Brett.” She made a sour face. But then she gave you a softer smile as he retreated upstairs. “What can I pour you a glass of?”

********

“Well, I am glad Jon didn’t scare you off.”

She shifted on the well worn but still comfortable sofa in the living room. After pouring two glasses of lemonade, she had ushered you to sit there with her.

“He can be a big brute, especially when interrupted during his poker night.”

You took a sip. “My dad is like that too when he is busy working on some blue prints or when watching a game.”

Bonnie rested her head on your thigh, you gave her a quick smile as absently petted her.

“Ae, she loves you.”

“Well, I love her.” You gave her a big grin. She licked your nose making you pull back and giggle.

“So your dad loves a good game then? Yeah?”

You nodded, she perked up.

“Perhaps, I can host a little get together with some food and snacks. Let them boys enjoy a game and us girls can get to know each other.”

“That sounds nice.” You were almost done with what she had poured you. “My mom can bring some pasta salad. Brett and Paige had enjoyed it immensely.”

“That will be nice dear. I will talk to the other ladies.”

“Great.” You stood.

“Now don’t you two don’t get too rowdy tonight. Jon had a lot to handle.”

“Oh? We will be just there to hang out, to I promise.”

She eyed you, before draining her glass. “Good chickie. Go on, I know you don’t want to spend your night talking to this old bird.”

She ushered you to the stairs that led upstairs. You were about to peak in, announcing yourself as you saw him slip something into his back pocket

“Brett!” She hollered up from the bottom of the steps, it made you jump. “I’m leaving to go to Mel’s! Be good, you got quite a doll there.”

You turned. “Thank you!” You called back.

“You’re welcome!” Then the door closed with a bang and a woof from Bonnie.

You gasped, finding him leaning in his doorway. “You survived talking to her.” He beckoned to you.

“I did.” You walked over.

*******

Holding you by your hips, he drew into his room. He plopped down in his chair from the other night. He winced. He muttered a fuck under his breath. Letting you go, he reached back and took out whatever you had just seen him slip into his pocket out. It clanked onto his desk.

“What’s that?”

“This?” He reached and grabbed it. He patted his lap. “Come ‘ere.”

The stone in your belly returned, it began to roll around and yet your heart skipped. He wrapped an arm around you to steady you in his lap.

He held it up in his hand. “So you wanna know what this is?”

You swallowed. “Yes.”

There was a smooth, metallic sound as he did something you couldn’t catch, then a knife appeared. You gasped, wiggling on his lap. A deep chuckle came from him. You looked at him, your heart sped up.

“Brett?”

His mouth twisted into a smile.

“That’s a knife.”

He nodded, his thumb idly caressed your arm. “It is. I have it to protect myself and those around me.”

Once again a smooth metallic sound filled the small space, he shifted under you as he tossed it back onto his desk.

“Have you used it before?”

He settled under you and his hand finding your hip, his fingers drummed gently on your hip. “Baby, don’t you worry yourself about that.”

You swallowed, a small tremble went down your back.

“Listen.” His voice was sharp. “Before you came here, I had to deal with some nasty things. And I will again.”

“You won’t get yourself hurt will you?”

You said as sweetly as you could despite the unease that spread through your body. He had handled Maddox, but anyone else and you were worried.

“Don’t plan on it. Only one getting hurt doesn’t even matter.”

“Ok, good.” You gave him a swift kiss on his cheek.

Brett moving, caught your eye and you over at him. The bartender came over; you watched as they passed a rather elegant to him. Turning, he gave you a wide crooked smile while holding it up.

“Come over baby.” His voice cut through the club and reached you.

You came over, he stopped leaning against the bar to stand before you. “Look what me boss got us? Champagne, baby.”

He took a sip, gasping with a sigh of contentment. His breath cool. He pressed the cold bottle into your hand. “Your turn.”

You beamed. “Cheers” Being near close to him you felt better. You took a solid swig.

He chuckled. “Look at you.” He grinned, looking very pleased.

You flushed. You watched in delight as his Adam’s apple bobbed as he tilted his head back up taking another swig from the bottle. You loved to run your tongue up his throat. You delighted in how he tasted.

“I better catch up.” You whispered.

You took another solid drink from the bottle. His thumb grazed your bottom lip, he licked it.

“You and champagne, nice.”

You flushed. “Get me out there or I may wilt away.” You gesture to the dance floor.

A warmth and the tingle of the golden bubbly liquid fully enveloped you. A soft pout formed on your lips.

“Oh? Oh, oh will you?”

“Yes.”

“Gonna get me a drink, honey?”

Your stomach churned at her words as Brett’s face twisted. Looking past him to the birds from moments prior.

“No.”

He turned back to you.

“What last time you were here I was good enough to gobble on ya cock, baby. But now you bring a pretty girl and I no longer matter?” Her sharp words hit your ears.

You squeezed your eyes shut for a moment to repress the image you mind conjured. You took a deep breath, a rage erupted deep inside. You felt as it filled you. Perhaps, it was because you never got to tell Lexi off for all the times you either caught her blowing the guys you liked or hearing about it later. But you had enough.

Looking past Brett, you met that ugly, catty bird’s eye.

“He doesn’t need your used up mouth now.”

You turned sharply, weaving and gliding till you found a place where the dance floor was thick with bodies moving to the clear, steady beat of the music.

Your heart slammed against your ribs. Your stomach knotted. Never had you spoken or been that angry towards another person before. Everything in you tingled, as you managed to hold onto the cool bottle of champagne. The golden liquid sloshed around.

You moved and swayed, letting the beat of the music move you. Wrapping your lips around the bottle once more you took a heart sip. Then without even thinking about it prior, you let out a howl. You looked back to here you had unleashed your rage.

Anger had washed over Brett’s face from what you could see. The girls, the stupid birds who had probably thought they were better than you, looked uneasy. You felt victorious. You continued to dance.

Closing your eyes, you inhaled the hot sticky air you let your body move as it wished. You felt free.

“Found you baby.” His voice sharp, deep as it cut through all of it. You felt as he pulled you against him. He moved with you.

You moved with him. Letting yourself go, you relaxed against his solid frame. You don’t know how long after that but you did turn and finally looked at him.

“Fuckin in the past.”

You offered him the bottle.

He drained what remained.

“We’re the future.”

“Only fucking way to be.”

You kissed him then. As hungry and full of everything you had in you.

******

You were certain there was at the very least one more bottle of champagne though two you felt more accurate. The lights were a swirl of color. You longer felt they were different distinct colors slicing through the dancers and the dj below. Those bitter pills had stopped being bitter by the last time, he placed the third or fourth one on your tongue followed by a sharp hungry kiss.

In the blur city lights and a cool, refreshing breeze that tried to give you an embrace upon entering and exiting a taxi brought giggles out of you as you and Brett hurried through the hotel lobby, to get to the lift that would usher the two of you to your floor.

You barely slid the lock into place as Brett pressed you against the wall kissing and grabbing at you. You kissed him back, your heart had not stopped thumping hard against your chest. As your breath shorten, moans were your answer his touch, his bites.

He walked you towards the bed. His hands and lips roaming over you till your knees buckled and you fell onto the bed, you managed to slip your heels off. You shimmed up the bed, he was on top of you. His weight heavy, a delicious feeling. His dark mysterious scent that was him alone mixed with his crisp cologne and the scent of the champagne clung to him. You clawed at his clothes. Suit jacket was gone, tie was loosen further and tossed behind the two of you.

You wanted to feel see him. His hands worked on you as well. Your dress bunched up and resting on your hips, you barely felt the tug but your panties were off and somewhere.

The clink of his belt, rasp of his zipper sharply contrasted the moans and shortness of your breath. You watched as he took himself out, he was very aroused. His tip rosy and glistening with some of the precum that had already had already dribbled in his excitement.

A moan poured from your lips even before he entered you. The exquisite pleasure that ripped through you, bordered on pain with its intensity as he filled you. The mixture of the champagne and whatever those little pills were made everything far more intense than it had ever been between you.

Once he stretched you, and rutted against him; deeper than he had ever been he stopped.

His eyes were dark, unwavering fiery. Yet you didn’t flinch, nor look away.

“Fillin, you good with my cock. “

You swallowed, nodding.

He drew close, his cheek brushing yours. His breath once again warm as he spoke in your ear. His words sharp.

“You’ll never take another. You’re mine.”

Your body clenched, making you whimper in pleasure.

“I am. And I never will.”

He began to slide easily, in and out. Your body slick with the sensation and of the promise you made.

For the briefest of moments, your mind’s eye betrayed you. Visions of Lexi, the bird at the bar and any random girl; it decided to throw at you images of him entwined with them in some explicit way. You reacted, you wrapped your legs tighter around his waist pulling him deeper with each thrust he made. Your fingers ran through his brown strands.

“Brett…”

Licking your lips, a moan broke free, silencing your words for a moment as his grip on your tighten as he drew his face up to look at you as you spoke.

“My body is for you whenever. Never, will you have to be wander to get off.”

A smirk, curled his lips.

“I only want to fill your belly or pussy with my cum.”

He nibbled hard on your lips. “I have since the first moment you were knelt in front of me.”

“Oh…” You gasped, trembling under him.

“Yeah, I could have fucked you right then good and proper. Like I am now.”

You erupted then under him then whatever had been pulling you taunt then snapped and in a gush came hard around his hardness.

It wasn’t long before he arched against you, fingers of one hand digging into your hip. The other gripping the bed post to anchor him as he hung there above you. The first spurts of him made you whimper and moan for him again.

Sleep, dark and velvety soft pulled you in. You were both breathless, limbs entangled as the passion began to calm between the two of you.

*******

You moved around the round colorful rings of your cereal bowl, you were grateful that your head no longer throbbed like it had for almost the entirety of Sunday.

You were already asleep but had stirred from its depths when you had heard your dad cut the engine of the car once he had parked in the driveway. Or the hushed voice of your mom when she ducked her head into your room the check on you.

“Jellybean, Jellybean?”

Your mom’s words cut through the sleepy haze that still clung to you.

“Oh? Oh, I’m sorry mom. What did you want.”

“Had you heard about this?” Your mom’s brow was knit together with worry. She pointed the larger than life headline that read.

New residents express doubts!

Family car stolen, realtor’s car stolen. No clues, no leads.

You shrugged. “We ordered in and rented some movies, and yesterday popped down to the lake for finally a swim.” You shrugged. “Scary mom. These new people might be bringing in bad people.”

“But Jellybean that happened to them, they didn’t do anything.”

“That we know of.” You finally scooped up the colorful rings and ate them.

“You’re right. Could be them deflecting something bigger.”

Glancing at your mom you saw as she chewed her bottom lip.

“You and the others stay safe. Stay clear of those new developments.”

“Of course mom. Brett and I have absolutely no interest in them.”

🌺Thank you for reading.🌺