Chapter Seven

Brandon

I pick up my phone and find who I’m looking for and hit Go. I reach across the console, my hand wrapping around Savannah’s thigh, not being able to not touch her.

I still can’t believe she’s here with me.

Everything that happened earlier with my family means nothing now.

Pissed off mood?

Gone.

Hard on?

Probably here to stay.

For a long damn time.

“Hey, where’d you go?” I hear the voice of my best friend come through the line.

“Doesn’t matter but if you’re still at my place, everyone needs to be gone. Now.”

“You found her?”

How he knows me so well is still a mystery. I’m sure him dating my twin sister has something to do with it. And the fact that we’ve been best friends since before we could even sit up without support.

I sigh. “Just… make sure my house isn’t full of all you nosy shits. Got me?”

“I got you. And for the record…”

“I know. We’ll talk later.”

“Got it. Enjoy. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

“Dude.”

“Right. Sorry. Sister and all that.”

“Later.”

“Have fun!”

I hang up to hearing him chuckle and then immediately starts shouting something. Hopefully making sure that our parents and my sister are gone.

Though I wouldn’t put it past any of our parents to leave, only to hide their vehicles and army crawl through the yard to get a look at Savannah.

I briefly wonder if I need to call Cole back to make sure that he takes care of that.

“Your place?” Savannah’s sweet voice pulls me out of my thoughts. I glance over, her dark hair pulled into a low messy bun, her light blue painted fingertips making a trail over the tattoo in my forearm.

I push down a little harder on the gas and move around in my seat, trying to adjust my hard on that won’t go away. She giggles, the wind coming in from the open sunroof and windows blowing a few stray hairs around her face. We come to a stop sign and unable to help myself, I lean over the console, kissing her soft lips.

“Yeah. My place. I hope you don’t have plans for the next few days because you’re not going to make it to them.”

Her eyes widen as she presses her lips together tightly, rolling them back and forth before biting her bottom lip.

I pull down the street to my house, grateful that no extra cars are parked on the street or in my driveway, hit the button to the garage door and park my pickup in the center of the garage, just one of the benefits of living alone.

Savannah doesn’t wait for me to come around to open her door. The second I’m opening mine, hers is open and she’s sliding out, her flip flops slapping against the garage door as she walks around to meet me.

I take her in another soul-crushing kiss the second she’s within arm’s reach.

I meant what I said when I told her she better not have plans for the next few days.

If she did.

I just changed them.

Once we’re inside, I only hesitate long enough to grab a couple bottles of water and two Cokes from the fridge before dragging her down the hallway to my bedroom.

I place the drinks on the dresser, turn her around in my arms then walk her backward to my bed.

I twist, falling backwards, letting her land on top of me.

Our lips fuse together, heating up every cell in my body. while I whip the shirt off her head, the tie holding her hair in a bun falling out from the force causing her long, silky dark hair to rain down on me.

I grasp a couple of strands, rubbing it between my fingers and bring it to my nose, inhaling the sweet beachy scent.

“Everything about you smells so damn good. You’re like a drug. Can’t stop thinking of you. You’re bringing me to my knees, Savannah.”

I lift up, licking the swell of her breast before my hands snake around her back, deftly unhooking her nude bra strap.

She sits up, her knees pressing into the mattress on either side of me.

Her naked torso on full display.

Not being able to hold back, I cup her full breasts in my hands, letting my thumb graze over her most sensitive spot, causing her to grind down on my center.

My hands are on two separate missions.

One goes to the back of her neck, pulling her down to me.

The other begins the start of my new favorite song.

I flick the button of her cut-offs, much like I would when I’m beginning a new song.

My fingers on the back of her neck tap out a rhythm, sliding into her hair and tangling.

I slide her zipper down slowly, she arches her back as my hand plays down her spine.

I lean up, bending her over backward while I place soft kisses over her chest.

Licking.

Sucking.

Tongue flicking.

Humming a tune she’s imprinting on my soul.

She moans as the back of my knuckles graze inside her panties, rising up off my lap to meet my fingers.

“So eager,” I murmur into her skin, not being able to get enough of her. “Let me play you.”

I flip her over, laying her on her back as I wrap my fingers around the edge of her shorts and panties at the same time, pulling them off her long, toned legs and throw them over my shoulder.

I stand, quickly toe off my shoes and lean down, removing my socks. I slide my shorts off but leave my boxers on.

She raises an eyebrow in the direction of my tented boxers and I smile, shaking my head.

“Not yet, sunshine. I need to keep my wits about me while I worship you, play you a song.”

Her voice is quiet. “Sunshine?”

“You smell and taste like a day at the beach.”

She smiles as I taste her again, sucking on the soft skin of her stomach. “It’s coconut oil. I use it instead of lotion.”

I groan, closing my eyes. “It’s fucking amazing and addicting.”

She smiles a shy smile and my chest expands, knowing that I’m the cause of it.

I take my time, savoring and tasting her all over, covering every inch of her skin.

My tongue dips into her belly button, making a swirling motion before I slide down, spreading her wide under me, bracing my shoulders between her thighs.

I look up at her, cheeks flushed, eyes hooded as she stares at me, licks her lips.

The second my tongue touches her most sensitive spot, her hips shoot up off the mattress, pressing herself into me. With my hands, I keep her still, gripping her hips with one while the other taps out the rhythm to Future Sex/Love Sound with my thumb and fingers against her core.

“Wha… oh my gosh! Don’t… sto… p… it’s soooo good! Brandon!”

The sound of my name on her lips in a moment of ecstasy almost makes me explode.

And then…

She starts humming.

To the beat I’m playing her.

“Oh yeah… I like it just like that…” she part moans, part croons, and that’s all it takes for me. I suck hard, shifting the hand from her hip to her back side, pressing my thumb at the tight nub in the center of her ass and. she. explodes.

I continue to suck and lick and take everything she’s giving me, not letting up until I’ve got it all. Every last drop of her orgasm.

“Get. Up. Here,” she pants, clawing at my back, tugging on my hair.

No hesitation on my part.

I climb up her body, obeying like a good boy.

She flips us over, threading our fingers together, and pinning them above my head.

“My turn,” she murmurs and who am I to deny her of what she wants most?

I place my hands behind my head, eager for her touch. Her lips graze my stomach, the thick, silky strands of dark hair falling on my skin.

I can’t wipe the smile off my face and I’m sure I look like a fourteen-year-old who just saw his first pair of real boobs but I could give a shit at this point. I just can’t believe she’s here with me.

In my bed.

The same place I envisioned her being since the moment our eyes connected during my show.