Who Are We Fooling?

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Chapter Eighteen - Strings Attached

“I don’t understand.” I replied. “What do you mean?”

“Calling my name.” He paused. “I couldn’t sleep. I heard you.”

Overcome by embarrassment I shook my head and stood up, desperate to get out of the room and this apartment.

“Wait.” Brennan said. “Stop running from this.”

Running from what? I wasn’t running from anything.

“We slept together Brennan and you’re used to one night stands and that’s okay, that’s your prerogative… but I’m not and my brain is having trouble processing it.” I looked at him, standing in the middle of the living room in my t-shirt and panties. Brennan stood up and walked over to me, he slipped his hand in mine and pulled me gently to the couch. We sat down, closer together this time.

“What if it wasn’t a one night stand?” he asked, his hand was still around mine. He squeezed my hand and then closed the distance between us.

“Huh?” was all I could respond with. My brain and my body weren’t working cohesively together.

“What if it happened again?” he asked, his voice low.

I was barely holding on, my stomach was in knots. Part of me wanted to run as far and as fast as I could, despite how I’d earlier asserted myself to not be running. Another part of me, perhaps a larger proportion of me wanted to stay, out of curiosity and nothing more.

“You mean, like a… friends with benefits situation.” I offered.

Brennan’s grip loosened. He lifted his spare hand to my chin and tilted my head up until I was looking him in the eye.

“What were you thinking about when you were calling my name.”

I felt my face redden again, but the embarrassment quickly washed away with the realization that we were both wound up, for whatever reason that may be.

“The hot tub.” I whispered. “I dreamed about us in the hot tub.”

Brennan’s eyes softened and his lips turned into a soft smile. He moved his fingers from my chin to my cheek.

“I wanted you in there too.” he whispered back before bringing his face closer to mine, his lips hovered above mine. “Can I kiss you?”

I nodded, unable to speak with him this close to me. When our lips touched I forgot everything. The world could have faded away and I would have been none the wiser. For a second he pulled back.

“Are you sure you want this?”

My body wanted it, even if the idea of fooling around wasn’t something my heart agreed with. I wanted Brennan, my body wanted Brennan.

“Yes, I want this. I want you.”

Brennan’s arm hooked around my waist, he lifted me up and over his thighs until I was straddling him. I moved against him, like I had in my dream and I felt him against me, like I had in my dream.

The feeling was hypnotic and intoxicating.

In one quick motion Brennan took my t-shirt off, discarding it on the ground somewhere in the darkness. His mouth pressed against my collarbone, kissing the sensitive flesh, causing me to arch back. He sprinkled kisses down, until he caught my nipple in his mouth, rolling it back and forth between his tongue at a pace that had me breathless and out of control. He kissed down the apex of my breast, and across to the other one, paying the same attention.

He looked up at me, and even in the dim light of the room I could see the lust in his eyes. He wanted me as much as I wanted him, maybe just for this moment but right now I didn’t mind that.

Brennan pulled his pants down quickly, until he was naked beneath me, the sheer fabric of my panties the only thing keeping us apart. He was hot and ready, causing me to melt from the inside out. I reached down, and moved my panties to the side and allowed him to enter.

“I don’t have a…” He sounded worried, but he moved with me anyway.

“It’s okay.” I whispered. “I’m on the injection, and you’re always safe right?”

“Always.” he whispered, his arms moved up my bare back and we kissed as we both moved together, our speed building with the intense flickers that had begun to quicken in my center.

“Brennan.” I whispered, the butterflies and ecstasy had began to dance and I was barely containing myself. “I need…”

I couldn’t finish my sentence, my climax ripped through me blinding me from the rest of reality. All that existed was him and I and this couch. I called his name again, my throat hoarse and my tone desperate. I felt Brennan shudder beneath me, my name left his lips as he leaned into my chest.

After a minute or so a confusing feeling crept over me. I wasn’t sure if it was regret or fear of the inevitable. I needed some distance, and I needed to clean myself up. I leapt off Brennan and scooped my shirt up off the ground and put it over my torso.

I felt Brennan’s hand grab mine. “Are you okay?”

I nodded. “I’ll be back.” I found myself saying.

I cleaned myself up in the guest bathroom and then walked back down to the living room where Brennan still sat.

I sat next to him, and tried to ignore the awkwardness that was beginning to brew.

“Come here.” Brennan crooned, his hand enveloped mine. He pulled gently and I moved closer, my body leaned in to his and the awkwardness melted away. We lay down on the sofa, and Brennan pulled the black mink feel throw over the top of us.

“Are you really okay?” Brennan asked, his arms snaking around my waist.

“I’m really okay B.” I replied back, closing my eyes. I woke when it was light without even realizing I’d fallen asleep. Brennan was still asleep, so I slipped out of his arms and walked into the kitchen. My stomach rumbled so loud I looked over the sofa to make sure I hadn’t woken Brennan. He didn’t move, so I opened the pantry and looked through what he had. Surprisingly he had a packet of waffle mix and maple syrup so I began to make breakfast. Brennan roused slowly, he looked over at me in the kitchen and smiled a sleepy smile.

“Is it sexist if I admire you in my kitchen.” He mused.

“Only if it’s where you think I and all women belong.” I replied, glaring at him.

“No, I don’t think that.” He sat up and watched me more intently. “But watching you flit about my kitchen in next to nothing has me thinking lots of things I can’t say out loud without embarrassing us both.”

I felt my face redden as I poured the batter into the waffle iron.

“You are quite the Casanova aren’t you?” I replied softly, in jest.

Brennan didn’t say anything, though I heard him getting up. I turned on the coffee machine and walked back to the pantry to find the capsules for the machine. Before I could get very far though Brennan was behind me, his arms around my waist, under my shirt, his fingers hooked around my panties.

I could feel him ready, he wanted me again.

“The waffles.” I whispered, already losing any resolve I had. Brennan disappeared for a second, then came right back and turned me around. His mouth crashed on mine and he pushed me up against the pantry doors. He lifted me, until I was straddling him, and then without much effort he was inside of me again. I cried out, He moved fervently, pushing deeper. His restraint was as untamed as mine.

“Brennan.” I whispered.

He stopped, he looked at me wide eyed. I could see the worry in his eyes.

“Don’t stop.” I managed to breath out.

Brennan nodded, moving within me again, his mouth touched my neck and then my ear, his tongue trailed my lobe and then he whispered.

“You are something else Grace.”

I wasn’t sure what he meant and I was too caught up in what was happening to try and decipher it. All too quickly I felt the now familiar feeling build until I could hold it in no longer. I fell apart in Brennan’s arms and he followed soon after. He leaned against me, slowly letting my legs touch the ground again.

I showered quickly, changing into my jeans and t-shirt from the weekend. I frowned, I was going to have to go shopping before. I walked back out into the kitchen to find Brennan setting the table. He placed a coffee down and pulled out a seat.

“Hopefully I didn’t mess up the waffles.” He chuckled as he walked back to the table with a plate. He placed it down in front of me, the waffles looked delicious, I placed a knob of butter on each and poured maple syrup over them.

“They look good.” I murmured, cutting the corner of one of them with the knife and for and popping it into my mouth. I was ravenous, my body was screaming out for energy. “Delicious.”

Brennan grinned and sat down with his own plate of food and a coffee. For a while we ate in silence, this time the quiet between us was anything but awkward.

Once we were finished I stood up and cleared the plates and cups while Brennan disappeared down into the hallway. He came back as I was finishing up, dressed in his normal work attire.

“Do you have any plans for today?” He asked as he walked over to the kitchen bench and picked up his car key.

“I was thinking about going out to get some clothes. I’m kind of living out of my suitcase from the weekend.” I replied.

“I can give you a ride in if you like. We could meet up for lunch maybe?”

My heart started to thump harder and I wasn’t exactly sure why. I already knew I was letting myself get caught up in this fantasy. We’d slept together, but that was it. Brennan was offering a ride and lunch as a friend. I nodded, and walked out of the kitchen. I picked my purse up off of the table and followed behind Brennan as he left the apartment.

“This is going to sound really weird.” Brennan noted as we walked out of the elevator and directly into the car park. “But I need you to hear me out.”

My heart began to thump again and I was afraid for what was coming next.

“If I cover it, would you buy a whole wardrobe?” he paused as we reached his car. “It’s just, I know my parents aren’t likely to see, but I get the feeling if they did… the lack of your things in my apartment might be strange.”

Surprised to find myself relieved I nodded, I could return anything I didn’t wear and Brennan wouldn’t be out of pocket.

“Perfect.” He opened his wallet, pulled out his credit card and held it out to me. Hesitantly I took it and put it in my purse. We left for the office. When Brennan parked in the office parking I almost, out of habit walked toward the entrance of the building. Only I wasn’t working today, or any day. I ignored the weird pang in my stomach, ignored that I actually missed working, and working near Brennan.

“12pm for lunch?” Brennan called across to me.

I nodded. “I’ll meet you out front.”

Brennan disappeared into the elevator and I walked out of the car park entrance. I’d never been a big shopper, in fact over my time at Wolf Industries I’d bought more work wear than anything else. Overwhelming anxiety washed over me as I stared at the street laden with clothing shops. I pulled out my phone and sent Belle a message.

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