change my shirt.” He suddenly speaks and takes my hand, pulling me away from the crowd staring at us.
I look to Brandon, who doesn’t look back as he leads me and then back to our friends who actually look shocked. What am I missing here?
Brandon leads me to his room, where he shuts the door behind me and pushes me up against the wall. “God I wanna kiss you.” He growls.
I love that he is asking permission and also demanding it at the same time. “Do it then.” I whisper.
No sooner had I said those words, Brandon’s lips land on mine and I melt against him. Brandon growls and I answer with a blissful sigh. Brandon backs away, smirking at me before he pulls his beer soaked top over his head and throws it down on the floor. I stare open mouthed at him, marvelling at his abs and tattoos. I just want to run over to him and lick and touch everything. Better yet, I glance down at the strain in his jeans and bite down on my bottom lip.
“Don’t tease unless you’re going to follow through on it.” Brandon warns and my eyes snap back to his. I stare into his dark eyes, imaging all the things that I wish I could do. Demon has fucking damaged me so fucking bad I can’t even fuck a man that I choose anymore! I’m out of his grasp and he’s still fucking up my life.
I see Brandon realize what he just said to me and he takes my silence as a negative reaction. “Shit, I didn’t mean that.” He runs his hands roughly through his short hair. “Fuck! I did mean that but not in that way!”
He’s getting frustrated, so I slowly walk over to him and grab onto his arms. He stops his pacing and looks down at me. “It’s ok.”
“No, it’s fucking not.” He barks. “I shouldn’t be fucking talking to you like that!”
“Brandon!” I shout. “It’s ok, I get it and I’m fine.”
I look at my hands on his bare flesh and rub them further up his arms, smoothing them along his broad shoulders and onto his tattooed pecks. Brandon’s breathing picks up and his hand reaches my neck and his fingers tangle into my hair. Goosebumps arrive all over me as my eyes travel to his lips. I want to kiss him, fuck I want to do a lot more than kiss him, but I’m not sure I’m ready for that.
My little, Raven. I hear Demons voice in my head.
You’re mine Raven, Grim can’t have you! I try to block him out but I can’t.
“You ok?” Brandon asks and I nod my head.
Be a good girl, Raven. I hear Demon’s voice again, almost as if he is here with us warning me not to be near Brandon.
Without a second thought my lips land on Brandon’s and I feel his hands tangle tighter into my hair. He growls as he deepens the kiss and I let him take me away. Somewhere that Demon can never find me. My hands feel around his chest, my fingers finding the ridges of his abs and my pussy quivers. It’s new to me after The Devil’s and rather than scaring me, I get excited and I break the kiss. I lower down onto my knees, keeping eye contact with him and as I reach up to undo his jeans he stops me.
“Lauren.” He sighs.
“Brandon.” I mock, smiling up at him like a naughty school girl.
Brandon smooth’s a single finger along my jaw and ends at my mouth. “Are you sure?”
“Let me show you.” I purr and go to undo his jeans again. This time he doesn’t stop me and my fingers begin to shake as I pull down his zipper. I’m just so excited to see his cock! Brandon is a big, built man so I can’t help but think is he big everywhere?
I pull down his jeans and then his boxers, biting down on my lip to hold back the gasp when I see the monster that’s been hiding in his jeans. Oh my fucking god!
However, my eyes do widen as I stare, but Brandon starts to think that’s for the wrong reasons.
“Lauren?” He asks. “We don’t have to do this.”
See? That’s why I also want to do this. Not because I’m horny as hell and want to forget all about Demon, Spike and The Devil’s, but because Brandon is fucking amazing! Yes, he’s a biker and I’ve sensed a