Page 71 of Changing Lanes

“Mom and Andi went to Sunday School, we’re alone,” he says as I take his hand joining him in the shower.

“I was worried,” I reply as the water washes over me.

“The door’s locked,” he assures me.

Leaning back, I soak my hair, allowing the excess to run the length of my body. Snapping my eyes open, I find Brannon rubbing his soapy hands over me. He kneads my breasts as he washes them, trailing them down over my stomach.

His hands slide to my waist as he grabs hold, spinning me around. He pulls me against his chest, his cock lays between my cheeks. Bubbles collect on my shoulders as he runs the soap over them. Pushing them over with his hands, creating a slippery runway down my back.

Following the trail of foam, his hands glide down and over my ass. Cupping my cheeks, kneading them as his fingers dig into my flesh. Sliding up the outside of my body, he raises my arms in front of me. I glance back at him, his eyes burning with desire, and wetness pools in my core.

He bends me at the waist, placing my hands on the wall in front of me. His hands find my ass again as he opens me to him. One quick thrust, his cock impales deep into my pussy. I groan with pleasure and ache with soreness.

Brannon doesn’t wait as he begins grinding into me, using his grip on my hips to pound into me. Throwing my head back, he takes my hair in his hand, holding me in place as he marks me. As if I wasn’t already branded.

Feeling the heat coil in my core, I push back meeting his forward thrusts. Our bodies meeting as the water beats down, mimicking our pace. He throbs deep in me as I pulse around him. Our rhythm grows faster until his orgasm meets mine.

Brannon takes me in his arms, holding me up as he leans against the shower wall. Exhausted. Wrapped in his arms, sated, we stand until the water begins to run cold. Slipping and sliding around each other to shower the sex off quickly.

Wrapping a towel around me, I realize I have no other clothes. I need to get out of here before Andi gets home and catches us. And Joyce. I’m frantic to locate my clothes when Brannon walks through the door. He smiles boyishly. He takes my hand, hauling me to him.

“Damn. I’ll never get enough of you.” He kisses me.

“I know the feeling. But I need to go.” I scan the room for my things.

His head jerks back so he can get a good look at me. “Why?”

My eyes widen as I explain in a rush. “They’ll be home soon. I have no clothes here, they’ll know.”

“They know you’re here. Mom came in to see if we wanted breakfast,” he says.

“Ummm, when? How?” I’m beside myself with embarrassment.

“Your car’s still here, it wasn’t gonna be a secret. Chill, we’re good. You need a shirt and jogging pants?” He winks at me as he walks over to his chest.

“Yes, but I may kill myself if they fit.”

“It’s not the end of the world. I’m a grown man, you sure as hell are a grown woman.” He unfolds my towel, drinking in my body before laying over me.

“Yes, I am. If memory serves, you are all man.” Fisting his hair, I pull him to my lips.

Before we can go another round, a car pulls up outside. Andi and Joyce are home from church. I’m so embarrassed and have no idea why. Brannon goes downstairs to greet them while I get dressed, his clothes in no way fit, but I love wearing them. Easing down the stairs, I hear Brannon talking to them. I pause, eavesdropping like a fool.

“Andi, did you know Torrie spent the night here last night?” he asks in a shaky voice; I knew he was worried, too.

“Yes. She was sleeping with you when I went to brush my teeth.” She’s helping him set the table.

“Well, I apologize. I should have asked you and Gamma if that would be okay.” His voice is soft as he explains.

“Gamma and I talked about it. We want you to be happy. So, if she makes you smile as much as you have been, I don’t care how much she sleeps over.” I giggle, and the room grows silent. Suddenly, Brannon peeks around the corner.

“Ma’am. It’s not nice to listen to someone else’s conversations.” He folds his arms trying to scare me.

I take the last two steps, inches from him and whisper, “What’cha going to do, spank me?” I bite my lip to keep from laughing, but when his nostrils flare, I know I’m in trouble.

“Sore much? You’re gonna be.” Smirking at me, he turns and walking away.

“Good afternoon, everyone,” I greet them as I enter the room.

“Hope you like fried chicken,” Joyce says.

“It smells wonderful, I’m sure I will.” Smiling at her. I notice something from the corner of my eye, Andi stands beside me. “Hi, sweetie.” Snaking my arm around her waist.

“Can I hug you?” she asks but before I can answer, Brannon pipes up.

“May I hug you,” he reminds her, standing at the stove.

“You don’t have to ask,” I tell her.

“Dad said I do.” She shrugs looking at him.

“Dad doesn’t ask before he hugs me, so you don’t either.” Her face lights up as she slings her arms around my neck. I pull her into my lap, holding her close.

“I’m happy you’re here,” Andi says as she nuzzles me.

“Me too, Andi Pandi.” I squeeze her as she giggles.

Brannon glances at us, doing a double take. His face softens before growing sad. Staring at his daughter in my arms, he begins to tear. My heart skips a beat when I think of us as a family. Andi laying against my chest fills my heart with something I thought I’d never have, unconditional love.