After his shower, he grabbed a book, and sat in his sitting room, staring at the pages. He wasn’t in the mood to paint or draw anything. Glancing at the clock, he wondered if Elisha was spending the night at her sister’s. She rarely did it, or at least that was what she told him.
“You’re not in a relationship. You can both go out and have fun.”
She’s not going out. She’s at her sister’s house.
Grabbing his cell phone, he flicked it open to see there was no text message.
“You’re turning into a girl.” Clicking his tongue, he shook his head. “You don’t need to call her.” Opening his book, he tried to read for the third time, only, nothing was happening.
Dropping the book to the floor, he grabbed his cell phone, and before he could question what he was about to do, he sent her a text.
Brant: brother has gone. You coming around?
“Why did you send that? Why did you do that?” He was sitting alone in his home, and he had nothing to do. This was why he kept Kasey on hand, in case of boredom.
His cell phone dinged.
Elisha: Just got home. You want me to come to you?
Brant smiled. “Oh, baby, I do.”
Chapter Eight
Elisha raised her hand, about to knock on Brant’s door when he opened it. There were no words as he wrapped his arm around her waist and tugged her into the house. He pressed her against the door, claiming her lips. His cock rested against her stomach, and she gasped out at the sheer size. Even after a week’s worth of having sex, she still hadn’t gotten used to him being inside her. She loved how damn big he was, but she also loved the way he used his hands and mouth. There wasn’t a part of him she didn’t like, every inch of him.
He released her waist to cup her face, and he claimed her lips, kissing her hard. His tongue slid into her mouth, and she melted against him.
The barbeque had been fun, but all the time she’d been checking her cell phone, and waiting to hear from him.
“You look damn sexy in this dress, but I prefer you out of it,” he said, grabbing the zipper at the back. He glided it down her back, and started to release her dress. She let out a sigh as the cool night air brushed across her exposed skin. Brant tugged her away from the door, and she started to remove his clothing at the same time as he got her naked. He led her down a long corridor, toward the stairs.
“Where are we going?” she asked.
“To my room. It’s about time I took you in an actual bed.”
They never made it to a bed. That was one little tidbit she hadn’t told her sister. She could just see her sister would have something to say about that.
By the time they entered his room, they were both completely naked.
“Sean’s not here?” she asked.
“No, he’s not here, and he’s not going to be here for the rest of the night. I wouldn’t care if he was here. I’m not ashamed of you, Elisha, or what we’re doing.”
She’d been going to kiss his lips, and she drew back. “Do you think I’m ashamed of you?”
“No, it’s just…”
“What?”
“You didn’t invite me to meet your sister.”
“We’ve been having some fun for the past week. I didn’t want you to feel rushed about what we were doing.”
They were stood in his bedroom, and she stepped away from him, crossing her arms.
“Don’t do that,” he said, grabbing her arm, and tugging her close. “You don’t have to hide who you are from me, babe.”
“I’m confused right now.” She tried to pull out of his arms, but he wouldn’t let her go. Elisha was pleased he wouldn’t let her go, but she needed to have space. Everything confused her. She liked being in his arms, surrounded by his warmth. They’d not spent the entire night together yet, and part of her was pleased about that. She had a feeling that was going to change tonight. “We have something casual going on.”
“Casual partners can still be together, sharing memories.”
“Do you want to meet my sister and her husband?”
“I think so. I’ve seen them visiting you.”
“This is really new, and I don’t want to rush anything.”
“I’m not feeling rushed.” He ran his hand down her arms. She looked down to see his stiff cock pointing out at her.
“Where do you work?” she asked.
“What?”
“Your art, where do you draw or paint?”
“The shop you visited has a studio at the back, and above it. It’s where all the magic happens. Sometimes I’m brought in for commissioned pieces, but I do everything in that building.” He pulled away from her. “I sometimes do rough sketches here.”