Karma (Kings of Rebellion MC Book 1) - K.T Fisher Page 0,83

orgasm I have ever experienced.

Brandon

I softly stroke Lauren’s hair as I watch her sleep. She collapsed onto the bed as soon as we finished, exhausted from her two orgasms. When I came back from the bathroom, she had moved enough to clean herself up but she was still lying on the bed. Her eyes were closed and her body at a weird angle, she couldn’t be comfy lying like that, but she was obviously too tired to bother moving.

However, as soon as I got into bed, she moved to settle beside me and quickly fell asleep. Now I’m watching her like a mad man but I just can’t stop looking at her.

What the fuck have I done right in this life to deserve her? I can’t think of anything, but whatever it was I will never be able to be thankful enough. I already know I’ve fallen for her. I’m not a complete idiot. Seeing her supporting me at the fight like that did something to me, hence the crazy sex but I think she loved it.

I feel a little better now that I’ve had the fight. My tension has lessened but it’s still there. The thought of Demon or any of the Devils getting their hands on Lauren, makes me so scared. I can’t lose her, not now that I have her.

The added stress of West and Duke still in recovery causes, me a fucking headache and then there’s Dyson. She hasn’t been seen since we went to get West, and after what she said to Lauren, something doesn’t feel right. I don’t fucking like it.

Chapter 53

“You have your own house?” I ask shocked the next morning.

When I woke up this morning, I had a shocking sight of Brandon tidying his room. Even though I laughed, I must admit it was cute.

He explained that he had to clean because not only was I here, he was spending more time here than at his house lately because of lockdown.

“Why is that such a shock?” He laughs.

“I just thought you lived here.” I look around his room.

“No,” he shakes his head. “When I was younger I did, but I quickly learned that I sometimes needed my own space.”

I think about how many people are here and all the drama. I can see why he would want to be able to come and go.

“It’s nothing special.” He continues. “I haven’t had it long, and it needs decorating.”

“I would love to see it and help.” I smile just thinking about it. Brandon opens his mouth to answer but I beat him to it. “Yes, I know, we’re on lockdown. I was just saying.”

I look down at my lap, quietly sulking about this shit situation I’m in.

“It won’t be for long.” He sits beside me. “I can take you to dinner.”

“That sounds great.” I agree.

Brandon leans into me. “And we can have sex,” He kisses my neck. “Everywhere.”

Now I definitely like the sound of that!

“I’d like you to meet my sister.” I add wishfully. However, I do not want him meeting my parents because that would be a disaster.

“Not your parents?” He asks on a smirk.

“Erm no.” I laugh. “My mum struggled with Maisy’s boyfriend being a rock star! If she saw you, I think she would explode.”

“Am I really that bad?” He jokes.

“If you had a daughter and she was with someone who looked like you, what would you do?” I ask him.

He thinks for a few seconds and then nods. “I’d probably kill him.”

I burst out laughing and I’m rewarded with Brandon’s killer smile, dimples and all.

We eventually get ready when our stomachs start to rumble and head straight for the kitchen. I’m delighted that I can smell something cooking and when we enter the kitchen Laura makes her way to us. As soon as she’s standing in front of us, my stomach rumbles really loudly and my eyes widen in embarrassment.

Laura laughs. “Work up an appetite, darling?”

My smile fades at her words, Brandon groans in embarrassment and Laura blushes slightly. Realizing what she just said, Laura begins to laugh.

“Well it’s no secret, not after what we heard coming from that room last night.” She laughs loudly.

“Oh my god.” I cover my face.

“Fucking hell, mum,” Brandon complains.

“You seem to forget that your father and I walk past your room to get to ours.” She points out, rolling her eyes at her son.

Brandon is about to say something, when an ear piecing scream enters the club house. My blood runs cold and I