Back at the hospital Brandon and Sienna sat three chairs apart until the nurse said they could go see Jackson.
Brandon followed behind Sienna. When he walked in the room, the Commander was sitting up reading a newspaper. He pulled his glasses off and smiled.
"Weren't you two just here about an hour ago?" Jackson asked.
"Yeah, but want to make sure they are treating you okay," Brandon answered. "Because if they weren't, I'd fuck them up sir. With all due respect."
That made Jackson laugh. "But really, I don't want you two worrying. I am completely fine. Actually I'm bored as hell, so hopefully I can go first thing tomorrow morning."
Brandon just shook his head and Sienna stared at the IV her dad was hooked up to. Neither one would look at the other.
Jackson Branson wasn't a rocket scientist but he wasn't a dumb man either. He had run several missions in countries that had no easy way in or out. He had pulled last minute escape plans out
She finally accepted Marcus's invitation. They were going to the movies and to hang out at his friends house afterward. "Damn you look good," he whispered to her when he picked her up. She was wearing a short black strapless dress with black flip flops. She had her hair pinned up with a hot pink flower on the side by her ear. She smiled at his compliment and got into the car. "So, is this a scary movie or action movie?" she asked as he got in and buckled his seat belt. "Well, you'll just have to wait and see," he winked at her. When they pulled up to the theater it was packed. The billboard said Dead Reaper 3. Uh, this is a horror movie she moaned to herself. She never liked them and now Marcus was going to see what a big baby she really was. As they waited in line, Marcus put his arm around her waist. Sienna felt a little uncomfortable, but she didn't ask him to remove it. Marcus scanned the long lines. "Damn, I hope w
But Marcus was watching her closely. "Who were they?" he asked. "Oh, they work with my dad. Or used to. They are Navy Seals," she said trying to sound uninterested. Marcus shook his head and glanced back at them. "Why is the white one staring at you?" he asked when he turned back around, obviously aggravated. The hair on the back of her neck stood up. So he was staring at her. Shit, she wished she had eyes in the back of her head. But then she thought about his disappearing act. Fuck him. He had her feeling sick for 3 weeks! She would stand strong. Brandon tried hard to ignore her when they walked in. He couldn't. He stared down at the back of her head until that prick turned around and cast an evil glance in his direction. He really wanted to drag him out and whoop his ass in the parking lot. Old fashion ass beating like he would have delivered back at South Boston high school. The thought made him smile. The lights ev
He was all over her in a second. Brandon grabbed her head with both hands and began kissing her again. He kissed down her neck and then gently pulled the top of her dress down exposing her strapless black bra. He kissed even lower. Then when he couldn't resist anymore he pulled her bra down and released those soft heavy caramel globes. They were perfectly round and plump and topped with a chocolate Hershey kiss nipple. It made Brandon's mouth water. He eagerly took a nipple in his mouth and sucked while his other hand massaged her other breast. Sienna couldn't think straight. His hands felt so damn good, that she would be a fool to stop him. He then lowered his hand and reached underneath her dress. He growled against her nipple when he realized she wasn't wearing any panties. His long thick digit began invading her wet pussy. Sienna pushed his cap off and ran her fingers through his hair. He eventually lowered his mouth down her body and push
"Fuck BT! You know what happens if we get caught fighting civilians!" he tried to reason with him. Brandon knew Darren was right but he wanted to fuck him up so bad! Calling Sienna out because she doesn't want to be with him. Fucker. Darren started dragging Brandon backwards toward the exit. Sienna just stood there dumbfounded. She didn't know if she should check on Marcus or follow Brandon and Darren out. "Sienna!" Darren yelled. "Come on, we have to go in case any cops show up!" Sienna sprinted out after them. When the cool night air hit the 3 of them they all relaxed a bit. They walked quickly to Brandon's Jeep and got in without saying a word. Darren was surveying the parking lot looking for cops. Brandon threw the car in reverse, backed out, then screeched forward out of the parking lot. Darren glanced out of the corner of his eye at Brandon. He noticed Brandon kept stealing glances in his rearview mirror towards Sienna. Brandon d
He leaned over her and kissed her quickly on the mouth. Then pushed her towards the stairs before he got too carried away. He watched her walk away, the short dress swishing back and forth over her perfect little bubble derriere. As she ascended the stairs...she quickly flipped the back of the dress up to reveal no panties! Just her beautiful caramel ass. He grabbed his chest with one hand. At that moment he would have given his left nut to follow her up those stairs. But he had to get a grip. He took a deep breath, turned to the left and walked into Jackson's study. Jackson was sitting behind his desk writing some notes. He would tilt his glasses up or down depending on what he was looking at. Brandon stood at the door waiting to be invited in. Jackson looked up and motioned for him to enter. Brandon quickly glided in and sat down. "Just give me one moment, I'm almost done with this document," Jackson said. "No worries sir, take your
Brandon couldn't recall where he was in the first place. He awoke in the rear seat of another person's vehicle. It had a vague resemblance to something he'd seen before, but his head was throbbing and he couldn't think straight. His gut felt twisted in multiple knots, and he began to sense the telltale signals that whatever was within was going to spill out. He slammed the door shut and puked outside the vehicle. When he glanced down, he was just wearing his pants and sneakers. There is no shirt on. He stumbled out of the vehicle, rubbing his eyes and avoiding his own vomit. He looked about, but didn't recognize anything. Only a home and a human sitting on the stairs with a blue light flashing over their face could be seen in the distance. Perhaps a phone light? He took another look around and eventually saw his Jeep. Then he realized it was his home as he turned around. He thought to himself, 'Fucking hell, I must be wasted.' He stumbled up the stairs and ac
Then then, she didn't want to speak to him. Learn about him or get to know him better. Despite the fact that she was aware that she was acting like a jerk, she did not care. She wished she could inflict her misery on her father and everyone else in the vicinity. Despite this, she still hadn't seen Brandon in over three weeks. In the home, she was going berserk. She did all she could to get her thoughts off of Brandon Temple. Without him, she felt a void in her heart. Without his touch, her body ached and trembled. However, she had had enough and had come up with a plan. To go to her father's study, she stomped down the stairwell. She stepped right in through the open door, giving little thought to the fact that she was interrupting him. "What do you want me to do next week, Dad? Buy a dress and have my hair done for the Veteran's Ball! I won't be going if I can't have one of those things "she told him, tapping her foot, while she spoke to her father.
His first day there, he never even saw Sienna. She was locked up in her room, and she refused to come down to meet him. Over the course of a few days he caught glimpses of her here and there. Mostly he just heard her. In screaming matches with her father or breaking something. He'd never seen someone act that way. In his house back home, his father was all about discipline. He nor his sister could have ever behaved that way. But seeing her like this now, crumpled to the floor and crying, he felt so sorry for her. "I'm really sorry, Sienna. Trust me, this isn't what I want to be. I just want to be your friend. Not some kinda of freaking warden. I'm, well I really am very sorry." Sienna wiped her face. She hadn't meant to cry in front of him. She was sick of crying. She stood up and walked out of the back room and Chris followed. She quickly paid Miss Mona and walked to Chris's car. She leaned up against it and
Jackson stared down at his daughter. "Baby, no need to ever ask me that. Of course you can." Sienna nodded and turned to look back at the door. This would be the hardest thing she ever had to do, but she was lying in a hospital and Brandon was so miserable, he couldn't even bear to be around her. Love wasn't supposed to leave you broken like this, was it? She no longer wanted to hurt him. And she figured he wouldn't want to hurt her anymore. Being apart, was the only option left for them to take. After an hour of trying to convince herself that she could do it, she finally drifted back to sleep. Brandon sat on his couch cloaked in misery. He had spent the night in the waiting room, only to have the Commander wake him up and say that he still couldn't see Sienna and it was best if he went home. At first he had protested, but Commander Branson had said it was for her own good, because they didn't want to add any extra stress. So Brandon conceded again.
"Mmm, damn, boy," Lori breathed into Derek's ear as he continued to roughly kiss her neck. She was in the back seat of his car. 'A Mercedes,' she thought to herself. She had never fucked a guy in the back of a Mercedes, but she damn sure was going to give it a try. Derek pulled her shirt up and then reached around to undo her bra. Lori was glad she had Derek to take her mind off of her own guilt. She never dreamed Chris would confront BT like that. What, did he have a fucking death wish or something? She felt like she had caused all of this. She hoped Sienna and BT would make up and get over their problems. She felt bad leaving Sienna in the middle of all of this, but she was leaving for school. In two days, she'd be halfway across the country. Derek's tongue was working magic on her left nipple. His hand quickly made its way down to her warm pussy and jerked her panties aside. She couldn't wait to feel his smooth fingers sliding inside her—and then perhaps s
He just didn't want to deal with this shit right now. "I'm so sorry, if--" Brandon cut her off. "I don't want your fucking apology right now, okay?" he said, as he made his way to the bedroom. God, she was making his head swim. Sienna needed him to see her point of view. She needed him to understand her reasoning. She didn't want him to think she was a cold-hearted monster. She knew she shouldn't have pushed him, but she couldn't help herself. She followed him to the back and cornered him in the bedroom. Brandon had removed his shirt and was in the process of turning the sheets down when she entered. He felt her eyes on him and finally decided to look up. She stood there with her bottom lip tucked gently between her teeth. Her eyes were wide and unsure, but also seemed very weak looking. He hated this. He hated this feeling in the pit of his stomach. He just wanted to forget that yesterday—today---fuck, he couldn't even keep up with the days. But rega
When Sienna entered the bar, she immediately spotted Darren and Brandon. They were sitting at a booth in the back with another Seal she had seen at her father's birthday party earlier, and two women. Sienna's eyes lingered on the woman sitting next to Brandon. She was sitting a little too close and laughing loudly at something he was saying to her. Sienna's skin felt like it was crawling. She walked over to the booth with her head held high. She saw Brandon look up at her as she approached the group. Brandon chugged down the last of his beer and chased it with a shot, then called the waiter back over to the table. "Hey, we need another round for the whole table. Jack, this time," he said, as he slammed some money down. Sienna could tell by the redness around his eyes, that he was getting shit faced. Completely. Which made her feel even worse about everything. "Brandon, can I talk to you?" she tried to shout above the loud music. "Well,
Brandon narrowed his eyes at the Commander as he grabbed Sienna's hand about to pull her away. "Let. Go. Of her," Jackson quietly said. "She's MY child." "And she's carrying MY child!" Brandon spat back at him. Jackson opened his mouth, then closed it back. He had let one man come in between his family before, and that one took his wife. He would be DAMNED if another came in and took his daughter. This was going to end now! "Darren, Lori and Sienna...you can leave. Brandon and I are going to handle this once and for all," Jackson said cooly, never removing his burning glare from Brandon. "Daddy, that's not--" Sienna tried to get out, but Darren practically picked her up and pushed her and Lori out of the study. Sienna stared at Brandon's back as it disappeared through the slit in the door. God, she felt so miserable at that moment. Her body felt like a thousand pounds had been piled on top of her. Chris felt like an A class dou
When she was done, she got up, wiped the last little bit of his pearly liquid that was on her lips into her mouth and tried to turn and walk away. "Oh, not so fast," he breathed heavily, as he roughly grabbed her and opened the Jeep door. He forced her down, so that she was bent over the front seat, while her feet were still touching the ground. Brandon slid her legs apart with his foot. He raised the back of her dress and bent down between her legs. Brandon stuck his middle finger in his mouth and wet it. He then eagerly licked her sweet center as he slowly inserted his finger into her tight ass. "Aah, oh shit!" Sienna squealed, as she felt an extraordinary and bizarre tingle moving up her legs and to her pussy. Oh, this was a new sensation. She lost her breath. She felt his tongue plunging in and out of her pussy while his finger penetrated her other hole. "Oh, God!!" she gasped as she began coming. That was the fastest it had ever happened. She cou
Did she say something wrong? She ran back over in her head what she had said, but she didn't think she had said anything awful. But before she could question it further, the waiter brought their food. She quickly looked down at her plate and began eating through the awkward silence. "Sienna," she heard him say. She looked up and he was staring at her. "Yes?" "In the near future, would you like to have my last name for real?" Sienna almost choked on her salad. She began coughing and had to quickly drink her water. Smooth, really smooth, she thought. She looked back at Brandon. His intense stare was causing her to lose her train of thought. Was he asking her...? Oh God, don't start crying like a loser. Don't. It's not like he was asking her to marry him right then, but still... Sienna tried to think of some cool profound answer to give him. Something that will knock his socks off, and take his breath away for a change. "Yes," she
"She should be okay," Lori said to him. "You know," he stated thoughtfully, "she was throwing up like that while BT was locked up." "Oh, yeah." "She's been sick like that for awhile," he said, more as a statement than a question. "Yeah, must be some kind of bug," Lori said, while trying to look anywhere but at him. "Nine month bug, huh?" Darren said, while his gaze penetrated Lori's, trying to read her. "What? No. I don't know what you're talking about. She's just been really stressed, and obviously hearing about Brandon's near death caused her to feel bad again," Lori stated, as she walked over to the couch and sat down. She pretended to flip through the channels again, but she knew Darren was still staring at her. "Is there anything BT should know?" he asked, clearly pissed off. Lori ignored him. Shit! She didn't know what to do. She was sure that Sienna didn't want Darren knowing about her situation. He would tell Br
Oh no, what had she done now. "Brandon?" she tentatively asked, as she walked over towards him. He quickly turned around and spewed water from his mouth like a fountain, at her. Sienna sputtered and coughed when the water splashed her face. Her mouth dropped open as she stood there in shock. She couldn't believe he had just done that! And he stood there laughing his ass off and wiping his mouth. "You asshole!" she screamed, as she playfully attacked him. She ran to the sink and turned the faucet on and started throwing handfuls of water at him, soaking everything in her path. Brandon couldn't help himself. He had just taken a sip of water when he heard her coming, and he knew the look she would give him would be priceless if he did it. And he was right. She had stood there with water dripping from her face and a look that could kill. He quickly ducked to avoid the water she was trying to toss on him