“I want you again.” His words sounded hoarse against her ear. “You want me, too. I can see your breath picking up, and your eyes have glazed over.”
Crap. How could Brandon affect her like this? She’d only had sex for the first time minutes ago. His cock eased into her slick core, and she moaned and wrapped her legs around him and held on tight. She watched as his muscles bunched and strained as he thrust in and out of her, his eyes never leaving hers. Her heart felt like it was going to beat out of her chest at the intense look.
“Stroke your clit. I can work you without you holding on.” Jess hesitated, and he stopped. “Do it. I want to watch you come apart around my dick. You’re mine, Jezebel. I will never let you go now. I will do whatever it takes for you to realize this and make you happy. I’m yours, Jess.” He pounded into her, and she let herself go as she rubbed her clit, which brought her climax on quicker. “Fuck, you’re beautiful.” He drove into her deep and moaned. She felt the warmth as he came.
As he kissed her and held her tight as the orgasm of bliss settled, she sighed. “I think you’ve ruined me. I’m yours.”
The smile of satisfaction that spread over his face had her melting. She was in big trouble. He placed her down, and she stood still as her body felt like jelly. She could feel him between her legs.
“You didn’t use a condom. Both times.”
His reached over for a wash cloth he had hanging over a tap, and her cheeks heated as he cleaned her pussy. “I’m clean. I know I was your first. So the only thing is pregnancy.”
Jezebel thanked her parents’ overreaction to her two best friends being male and putting her on the pill as soon as she got her period. “I’m on the pill. My parents put me on it as soon I reached womanhood as my two best friends are males and I sleep over at their houses.”
“No more,” Brandon growled.
“What do you mean no more?”
“You will not stay at those males’ houses again.”
Pushing at his chest she narrowed her eyes on him. “You don’t get to tell me that.”
Brandon reached for her, but she moved away and got out of the shower. She would wash better at home.
“You’re my mate. You’re not staying at other males’ homes.”
“I have just met you, and Travis and Zeck are my best friends. You don’t get to tell me where I will stay.” She wrapped the towel around her and stomped back to the bedroom. Brandon might be gorgeous and amazing in bed, but he was a possessive asshole otherwise.
Finding her clothes she dried herself and slipped them on not bothering with her bra, which was in the bathroom. She heard the taps turn off, and she found her phone on the bedside table. Picking it up she called Travis. She’d always been closer to him, and with Zeck’s infatuation over Sasha, Jess was spending more time with Travis.
“Hello,” Travis said groggily.
“Sorry, did I wake you?”
“Um, yeah. What’s up, Jess?”
“Can you come and pick me up?”
“Ah, yeah, sure. Where are you?” She walked out of the bedroom as Brandon strolled out with a towel wrapped around his waist. She went looking for something with an address on it. She was getting pissed off when she couldn’t find anything and took her anger out on Travis. “Why didn’t you take me with you? I can’t believe you let me go home with a stranger. Why don’t you know where I am? I remember I left with you. I thought I did.”
“Jess, I thought you’d be safe with him. He’s Sasha’s boyfriends brother, and weren’t your own brothers friends with his brothers?”
“Yes. But that doesn’t mean you should have left me with him. My God, Travis, not only did you forget my birthday but you left me with a man I don’t know. Some best friend you are.” Getting angrier the more she walked around the house not finding anything, she went to the kitchen and saw Brandon at the stove. “What is your address?”
Brandon turned, and his eyebrows rose. “Why do you need to know now?”
“So my douche-bag best friend Travis can come and get me.”
He turned to the stove then back to her. “I’ll tell you later, but not now because Travis isn’t coming to pick you up.”
Giving a frustrated squeal, she knew she was acting like a spoilt child, but her anger had taken over, and what she had done this morning and who she’d done it with were starting to sink in. Jess was panicking. Things were changing again. She’d changed.
“Jess, are you okay? He didn’t hurt you, did he? I’m so sorry. I should never have left you with him. I just felt so damn guilty that I forgot your birthday and I’ve been battling with my—”