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Brandon loops his arms around me and flips us over, so I’m on top.
“Ride me,” he growls.
Pressing my hands on his firm chest, I begin to bounce on his length with all I have in me.
Satisfaction seeps from his mouth in winded gasps and groans.
Brandon grabs my buttcheeks and squeezes as I grind harder. The erotic pressure mounts, charging toward my pussy.
Tilting my head back, I look at my sunset sketch in the ceiling as I climax, quivering on top of him.
Brandon flies up and wraps his arms around me. He shoves his lips to mine when I meet his gaze again, grunting into my mouth as his body shatters as well.
We’re both breathless as we come down from the high. He holds on to me while falling back to the pillow.
Time goes by with me resting my head against his shoulder. I make to climb off him, but Brandon tightens his grip.
“Stay longer,” he demands. “I enjoy holding you.”
I don’t move.
We don’t speak.
My eyes turn heavy after another few minutes, and I close them, intending to rest a little.
We’re both startled awake from a sound downstairs.
The bedroom is darker now.
“Brandon?” I whisper. “What was that?”
“Crap,” he huffs in a hushed tone. “I didn’t set the alarm after we came inside.”
Panic blooms. “What if it’s the person who’s been messing with us?”
Brandon eases me off him and gets up to dress in the dark. “Stay here. I’ll check it out.”
“No, wait—”
“Just stay, Kayla.”
He quietly walks to the door and peeks out before leaving the room.
I reach for the hoodie and sweatpants from the carpet, ignoring my underwear. I have no idea what to do. We left our phones in the guest house.
Worried about Brandon and whatever made that sound, I tiptoe to the door. Turning on the light in the room will draw attention if it is an intruder, so I leave it off.
My heart leaps at a sudden grunt, followed by a thud.
Terrified someone hurt Brandon, I hasten from the room, anxious as I quietly go down the stairs. Except for the light in the foyer, every room is dark.
Reaching the bottom, I stop myself from whispering his name and instead grab a small sculptor from the table in the entry. It’s not as heavy, but it’s something.
My heart’s pounding so hard it feels like it’ll burst through my ribcage. I note my loud breathing and try to be quieter.
Peering into the living room, I search the shadows for Brandon.
Alarm bells go off when I glimpse the dark frame lying on the rug by the coffee table.
