Chapter Seventeen - Sweet Dreams Are Made Of This
I’d worded my sentence in a way that sounded like I loved Brennan. I panicked and pulled my hand away from his.
“I’m actually kind of tired. I might go to bed.” I exclaimed.
Brennan opened his eyes and looked at me. “Okay, I might stay in a while longer. You okay finding your way back inside?”
I nodded before moving to the side of the hot tub. I climbed out and picked up my dress before grabbing a towel and wrapping it around my body. I went inside, down the stairs and into the guestroom. I walked into the ensuite and turned the shower on to cold before stripping off my wet underwear and stepping underneath the icy water. It took my breath away, but not the incessant thoughts of Brennan. After five minutes of freezing my ass off I turned the nozzle off and stepped out of the shower. I tried myself and then walked into the room. I dressed in a t-shirt and fresh panties and then climbed into bed.
I fell asleep easily, even though it was early. Brennan had been right about the week being stressful, the weekend had taken it out of me.
The hot water lapped and my neck, it felt like a blanket. I felt his hand on my shoulder, his fingers, curling into the nape of my neck. In my dreams I could let go, give in to the temptation so I turned, lifting my leg over his lap and lowering my body on to his. Sitting so close I could feel him beneath me, our thin layers of fabric the only thing separating us.
“Tell me what you want.” Brennan exclaimed, his voice a whisper in my ear, causing goosebumps to rush over me from head to toe.
“You.” I replied, because here I could be honest.
Brennan’s lips crashed down on mine, his tongue danced with mine and it felt as real as the last time it had happened. One hand removed my bra and the other cupped one of my breasts as he lifted it, removing his lips from mine, and placing them on my nipple, sucking hard.
I needed him inside me, I needed to feel full again. I reached down and moved my panties to the side while pulling down his boxers. I lost myself shortly after, moving to a rhythm that my heart was playing. I could feel it building from deep within me, the tension rising until I could no longer hold back. I clutched at Brennan’s back as he bit my shoulder. I began to shudder, as my climax rippled right through me. I called his name as I fell. My body slackened into his.
I woke up with a gasp. The room was pitch black, I looked at the screen of my phone, It was close to midnight, I’d been asleep for a few hours. I pushed the blankets back and tip toed out of the room and down the hall into the kitchen. I poured a glass of water and drank it slowly. I rinsed the glass and walked back through the apartment in the dark, I was still feeling flustered. I’d dreamt about Brennan, the shower I’d had before bed and the early night had done nothing to quieten the bubbling lust. My mind was full of a million things and I wasn’t looking where I was going, before I got back to the bedroom I ran right into Brennan’s bare chest.
The connection was awkward, as soon as I realized what I’d done I’d tried to jump way, but Brennan grabbed my shoulders to steady me.
“Hey, take it easy.” He murmured. “Are you alright.”
“Yes.” I lied. I was not okay, I was in over my head, quickly becoming one of the girls I’d had to let down. I needed to get out of here.
“I’m going to stay in a motel until your parents are here.” I whispered. I needed to stop this and being away from Brennan was the only way I could. Brennan’s hand slipped in mine, he tugged on it, leading me into the living area. He sat me down on a sofa seat and then walked to another seat on the other side of the room. I appreciated the distance, my brain was too jumbled to have him close to me.
“What’s going on?” he asked, his voice equal parts concern and curiosity.
I shook my head and pulled my legs up onto the sofa seat and hugged them. I couldn’t tell Brennan I’d just had a sex dream about him, it was laughable and I was the punchline of the joke.
“Nothing.” I replied. “I just, I think it’s best.”
Brennan stood up and walked into the kitchen. “Juice?”
I watched him as he opened the fridge, the blue light of the fridge hit his skin like moonlight, accentuating the body I’d once touched and had just fantasized about. I was thirsty alright, but it wasn’t for juice.
“Yes, please.” I replied.
Brennan took the juice out of the fridge and grabbed two tumblers. He filled them both and then walked over to me. He placed one down on the table beside my chair and walked back to his seat.
“Grace.” he whispered. “You don’t have to go. Stay.”
I frowned, confused I looked over at him. Here was a man who’d never stuck around, I could attest to that, I’d seen it myself and he was telling me to stay.
“I can’t.” I replied with a smile. “But thank you.”
Brennan scoffed and drank his juice like it was whiskey. He placed the cup down on the coffee table in front of him and then looked up at me, through the darkness of the apartment our eyes locked.
“What’s going on? Maybe I can help.”
“Nothing is going on Brennan. I’m fine.” I replied, trying to sound assertive and I mostly succeeded, or at least I thought so.
“I don’t believe you.” He replied
“What?” I choked out.
“I don’t believe you.” he repeated. “Be honest with me Grace.”
“I can’t.” I whispered. It was too embarrassing. Brennan was used to one night stands, I wasn’t. The follow on had proved to be too much.
I could feel the heat rising in my face, I wanted to run from the room but then it really would have looked like something was wrong.
“I heard you.” Brennan said softly.
My stomach dropped and I shook my head. He’d heard me?