"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
"Okay, um, I uh, sir, please forgive me, I'm so sorry. I got carried away the other day when I was with Sienna," Terry forced out, even though his lungs felt bruised. It was hard for him to breathe, think and talk through the blood in his mouth. Jackson immediately tensed. He wasn't expecting this to be about Sienna, but he should have known for Brandon to be this pissed off. Brandon wanted to pull the trigger right then and there when that fucker mentioned her name. He had no right ever saying her name again. But the Commander knew how to control his emotions, unlike Brandon. "Brandon, hand me your weapon. Now. That's a direct order," Jackson said. "But don't you want to hear what this asshole has to say?" "Yes, and I'm sure it's going to make me angry, but I'm afraid if you hear it again, you'll lose it, and I want to be holding your gun when you do." Brandon closed his eyes and thought about Sienna. He knew she would
Brandon continued to stare at her. "But you told Darren," he accused. "I knew he could help me," Sienna said, and as soon as those words left her mouth, she regretted it. The look he gave her, made her feel so guilty. Brandon shook his head slowly. "I see. He can help you with all of your problems," he said while getting up from the couch. He moved the ice bag to his other hand and walked to the kitchen. "No BT, that's not what I meant. I meant--" He slammed the icebag down in the sink with a loud clank. "You lied to me and went behind my back!! So what the fuck exactly DID you mean?!" he yelled at her. "I was trying to avoid this!" Sienna screamed back at him. "I didn't want you in trouble Brandon," she continued in a softer tone. "I love you so much, and I did ALL of this to keep you out of SP holding and to avoid you going to jail," she said lowering her voice. Brandon was breathing hard. He knew she had a po
Then she continued, "You say 'Fuck' a lot. You smoke when you're upset. You like looking at the pictures in National Geograhic in your spare time. Darren is your best friend. You're allergic to mushrooms. Your middle name is Caleb. You have a scar on your left shoulder from when an older kid stabbed you when you were in 8th grade, and my dad was the coolest man you know." She was afraid to look up at him, and since he hadn't said anything yet, she feared she had said too much. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have--" was all she got out before he slid her up his chest and kissed her hard. He couldn't help it. He felt he didn't deserve her. Finally, Brandon released her and she could breathe again. She always got so lightheaded around him. "That was so fucking scary and sexy all at the same time baby," he laughed. Sienna laughed too. "Oh, I can tell you much more lover. But can you tell me something I might not know?" Brandon thought for awhile.
Sienna would giggle and clap her hands and want him to read more. She and her father never really talked much, but she knew he was always there in her corner. She started thinking about her mother also. She really didn't know much about her. Sienna had been so young when she left. She remembered her father and mother arguing all the time. It was just bits and pieces of memory that she glued together over the years to make sense of their relationship. Only thing she knew was that she looked a lot like her mom, which she was sure pained her father even more. Sienna walked out into the backyard. "Hi daddy," she quietly said, as she approached him. Jackson looked up from his book and smiled. He was happy to see her. "Hey darling, how have you been?" he asked, while standing to hug her. She hugged him back. She had missed his hugs. "I'm good, how are you?" "I'm alright." The both of them sat down, and stared out into the bac
Sienna didn't know what the hell was happening, but her hormones kicked into overdrive. She grabbed Brandon around the neck again and started attacking his mouth. She licked the roof of his mouth, and swirled her tongue over his teeth and tongue trying to burn into her memory how his mouth felt. At times, she could hear their teeth clicking against each other. Brandon reached down and squeezed her ass. Sienna lightly moaned and kissed him harder. "Okaaayy," a voice said, interrupting them. Brandon pulled his face away from Sienna's, only to have her lower her sweet kisses to his chest. "Fuck, sorry man, can you just give me 15--no, 30 minutes, I'll be packed and ready to go," he said to Darren, through heavy breaths, while Sienna continued to lovingly assualt his body. "But we probably need to get there early to find out who's taking Terry's place," Darren reminded him. Sienna let go of Brando
"Does it feel good, Sienna?" Brandon asked while stroking deeper into her eager pussy. "Mmm," was all Sienna could think of to say. "Tell me how it feels," Brandon commanded, while one of his hands yanked her hair. "Ohh, damn. It feels so good baby. I can't--uh, I can't think." Sienna loved this position. She knew many people thought that missionary was boring, but with someone you are insanely in love with, feeling their weight on top of you, and being able to look them in the face while they made love to you...there was nothing more sexual or romantic than that. Brandon began to pick up the pace, and fuck her harder. Damn, he loved this girl so much. She made his senses crazy. Threw him off track. He started kissing her mouth. He knew she could taste her juices on his lips. The bed began to give, and slam into his wall while Sienna relea
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