Sienna stared at it for a moment, but didn't want to be rude. She wasn't old enough to drink, but she figured Terry would keep this little secret.
Terry took a sip of the wine while keeping his eyes on Sienna. He noticed how she delicately sipped the wine while avoiding eye contact with him. That bothered him. He could easily read her expressions, and she was growing more uncomfortable by the minute.
"Excuse me, I'll go look for it now," Terry said and walked toward the back of the apartment.
Sienna stood there holding her wine glass in both hands and staring at her feet. She didn't feel well. Her head hurt and her stomach was in knots from all of this stress. She had barely known a few days with Brandon that weren't full of stress. Why didn't everyone just leave them alone!
Her thoughts were interrupted as she heard a loud thud coming from the back room.
"Terry?!" she said, as she sprinted to the location of the noise.
She followed th
She bit Terry's hand with all of her might, trying to break the skin. "Shit!" he screamed, and jerked his hand away. "Fuck Sienna," he yelled as he smacked her across the face. But before he could get his hand back over her mouth, Sienna screamed with all the power she had left, the only name her brain could register at the moment...even if he was no where around. Braaaandddooon!!! Hellpp!!! Brand--" was all she got out before Terry covered her mouth again, with more pressure than before. Terry didn't want it to happen like this, but this little bitch was going to quit driving him crazy. He didn't want to think about any consequences right now, he just wanted to feel her wrapped around him. Yes, he would be like Brandon. No consequences, right? He released his hand from her wrists when Sienna grabbed his hair with both hands and yanked with all her might. Terry's head jerked roughly to the side. "Fuuuckkk!!"
"He is innocent! I know Terry turned him in. But Terry lied about all of this!" Sienna yelled through tears. She couldn't control herself. She was sick of being this emotional. She had cried a river right before she even came to his office. Silas stopped mid sentence with that accusation. He cocked his head to the side and tapped his fingers on his desk. "What do you mean?" he asked. "He told me. Some girl that accused Brandon, was told to do so by Terry," Sienna explained. "And why would he tell you, of all people," Silas questioned. Sienna wasn't ready for this, but she had to get it off her chest if it meant saving Brandon. "He, uh...he attacked me," she whispered, while staring down at his desk. "Excuse me?" Sienna looked up at him and told him again. "He attacked me at his apartment, two days ago. The day Brandon was arrested." "Have you reported it to the police?" "No, and please don't say anything
After a few seconds, he finally spoke again. "You have bruises all the way around your wrists, and you don't remember how you got them?" he asked, skeptical. Sienna had to play this off. "I know that sounds weird, but with everything that has happened in the past couple of days, hell, weeks, I have been stressed out and I don't remember." She gently pulled her hands away from him. She stood on her tip toes and wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed him. At first he continued to stare into her eyes and didn't kiss her back. But then he gave in and kissed her long and deep. When she pulled away, and walked up the steps, she noticed he didn't follow. She turned around and he was still standing there. "What?" she asked, already knowing what the problem was. "You know what." Sienna sighed, "Brandon, I don't remember, okay? I'm sure I probably did something in my sleep." Brandon didn't know what was going on, but he she looked
Like when he's angry or... about to come. But right now, he was actually relaxed, and it was starting to grow more pronounced. She was about to take a bite, but just as suddenly as the food had smelled delicious to her, that smell turned sour, and her stomach flip flopped. Brandon dropped his fork and stared at her, waiting for her to answer his question. "Um, I was so pissed at my dad. I thought he sent SP after you, so I moved out that day," she said nervously. Then she quickly added, "But if you want your space, I totally understand. I should have asked you first, but I just didn't have a way." "Not hungry?" Brandon asked, ignoring her comment. Sienna shook her head. "I'm still not feeling well from all of this. I'm sorry. It looks good though." Brandon pushed his chair back from the table. "Come here," he softly commanded. Sienna stood up and walked over to him. He pulled her down on him so that she was now straddli
He began fucking her harder and with more need. With every thrust, Sienna moaned louder. He hoped his small table could support their weight. 'Damn, she feels so good,' he thought to himself. He looked down between their bodies and saw his pale thick cock sliding in and out of her smooth brown pussy. Fuck, he wanted it to last longer, but that sight made him lose it. He began thrusting harder and harder until Sienna screamed her orgasm. His balls began to tighten and he shot load after load of his milky come into her pulsing core. When he felt completely empty, he let her legs drop and kissed her. "I'm so in love you," he whispered against her ear. Sienna smiled up at him and kissed him again. She had never really given it much thought before, but she figured they should probably start using condoms. Next time, perhaps she would suggest it to him. But if he got her again like this...she knew the condoms would be the last thing on her mind.
"How are you holding up?" he asked her, giving her a quick hug. "I'm alright," she lied. "Where's BT?" "He's in the shower, he'll be out in a second." Sienna mentioned, smiling at the thought of the shower door being closed from now on. Although, she didn't mind the view when it was open. "Well, Terry is out on bail. Just found out today. I feel that he'll find out sooner or later, so maybe best if we tell him," Darren whispered to her. "Tell me what?" Sienna and Darren both looked up to see Brandon staring at them while his hair dripped onto his dark grey shirt. Darren glanced back at Sienna's wide eyes. Damn, she had no poker face at all! "Um, nothing. It's nothing, we were discussing something else," Darren said, knowing he sounded like an idiot. And Brandon's facial expression made him feel like one. Brandon had barely dried off and changed his clothes when he heard them whispering. He leaned around
Brandon opened his eyes. "But he hurt you?" "My wrists and back were sore, but I'm okay," Sienna said, hoping that would calm him. Brandon shook his head slowly and then turned around. "But he tried to rape you. And he hurt you in the process, right?" She didn't answer. She felt this uneasy feeling again. Darren and Sienna stared at each other and then back at Brandon's back. Everything in the house was still. You could only hear a bird outside of his window. The bird's chipper mood was a stark contrast to the vibe inside the room. Brandon turned back around. "Are you sure you're okay?" he asked Sienna. She shook her head 'yes', but she noticed the dead look in his eyes. Brandon stared at her for a moment longer and then walked towards his bedroom. They both just stood there, wondering what the hell Brandon was thinking. She heard a click in the distance, and suddenly Darren screamed, "Oh Shiiitt!!" as he rushed down the hall l
And he was right. At least about him ending up in prison. There was no way this was unavoidable. He was going to kill Terry, and then call the police. Much like he had done when he thought he'd killed his uncle years ago with a baseball bat. His mind raced back to the task at hand. What was Terry's fucking address? 246? Or 426 London Ave? Didn't matter, he'd beat down both doors if he had to. He pulled up to the 246 and saw Terry's car. He took a deep breath and got out. He walked quietly up the stairs to his door. He was about to kick that shit in, when Terry opened the door. Terry had been scrambling around his apartment grabbing his wallet and keys. He had just hung up with Darren and he couldn't believe it. Brandon was going to try to kill him? Fuck! Just as soon as he had grabbed everything, he flung open the door and came face to face with him! The expression on Brandon's face was murderous. Brandon was startled for about two seconds, bu
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