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But I can see now why Brandonwantsto tell my dad.
They used to share everything at one point, even start-up money.
I guess Brandon wants what I want too.
I know Brandon wants to have my dad as a part of the family for all of us.
But the shock of it all to get there might cost us more than we think if my dad’s as stubborn about me being with Brandon as he is with everything else.
Letting myself in our place, I don’t even bother changing out of my clothes.
I slide into bed and switch my light off just in case dad checks in, which I know he often does when I’m sleeping.
Just making sure I’m where I belong in his mind, safe and at home in bed.
Alone.
But something inside, these butterflies I can’t shake. Something tells me that this might be my last night as a virgin.
That rain check?
I don’t think I could hold it for another minute the next chance Brandon and I are alone again.
CHAPTERSIXTEEN
Brandon
“So… This place is really pretty…nice. Inside, I mean,” Steve finally says, taking a look around once he’s said his piece, and I’ve had mine.
Most of it anyway.
I’m not going to tell him how I feel about May yet. He doesn’t need another thing on his plate quite yet.
Not tonight.
I think we’ve all had enough excitement for one day, although there’s still plenty to come, I’m sure of it.
And if May’s as horny for my seed as I am to put it in her, then it won’t be long before trying to keep any of this under wraps would be pointless.
“Uhhh, yeah. The previous owner had the interiors done, furnished it, and lived in it,” I say, realizing it’s probably not the best story to tell him right now either.
“So what happened? Why didn’t they finish the outside? Looks like a mess out there, but inside? Very nice. Furnished too,” Steve remarks, genuinely curious about the neighbors he probably never met, being so busy with his work all the time.
I feel my face redden a little, and I practically sigh my answer. “They ran outta money. Had to sell,” I remark, trying to sound casual, but I can see Steve’s expression shift.
After the discussion we’ve just had, I feel bad raising the topic of finances, but it’s the truth. The original owner went bust, and the bank foreclosed, selling it at a reduced rate, being an incomplete restoration.
I got the place for a steal, but I also learned years ago that feeling bad because other people fail gets you nowhere. We each make our own way in life. The previous owner’s plans just didn’t pan out.
No reason to let that stop me with mine. And that includes my plans with May too.
Whether Steve gets on board with the idea when the time comes or not, it’s not gonna stop me from claiming what’s mine.
“It’s just so…Nice,” Steve eventually says again, stifling a yawn before pulling a smile.
“We good?” he asks, shooting me a mock suspicious sideways glance.
He’s a perfect parody of himself from earlier today. Setting himself up a bit, giving me that version of his not so easy going, serious side.
