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“Fuck,” I mutter. I’m still a little sore from earlier, but all this sneaking around is hot as hell, so I don’t care. He holds my body close as he moves inside of me in deep, frantic thrusts. I’m all but useless, pinned in place with his muscular body against the wall. The force is bruising, and I love it. I need so badly to feel dominated by him, owned by him. He is the only man I have ever wanted, and now he is here with me. I need this to know it’s real.
Bang! He slams into me again, and I cry out another moan of pure pleasure. For once I’m out of my head, floating in another realm where there is only us, only what we feel for each other and nothing else, and it’s the most wonderful place I have ever been. Nothing else can do this to me, not even dancing, which used to be my happy place. He has all the control, and I’m just along for the ride, and I’m at peace here.
His lips meet mine, bringing me back in the moment as his tongue invades my mouth, the thrum of my impending orgasm drawing close. “These lips are mine.” He looks at me with determination.
“Yes,” I moan.
“This pussy, mine.” He moves inside me, thrusting over and over again until I come undone, crying into his shoulder as my body convulses around his cock.
“I am all yours,” I tell him, and I am. I have always wanted to be.
He pumps into me a couple more times, filling me with his release, then pulls back to look at me, sweat dripping down his forehead. “Gorgeous and all mine. You’re so hot like this, wrapped in my arms. This is where you were always supposed to be,” he mutters, just as spent as I am. I can feel the thud of his heart, and I could get lost in this moment forever. It’s just so prefect.
“So you two are fucking? I knew it,” comes a voice from the doorway, and I jump, my head popping up to see who has interrupted us. There, standing in the doorway, is Miles. Fuck, how much of that did he see? Brandon pulls away from me, tucking his cock back in his pants, then turns around to face him and covering me so I can die of mortification out of sight. My heart is still racing like crazy, and I rest my head on his back, trying to catch my breath. I’ll never be able to look Miles in the eye again.
“What are you doing back here so late?” Brandon’s coach voice fills the gym, like it’s Miles that’s doing the wrong thing and not the two of us.
“Forgot the team sheet for tomorrow’s game. Kinda glad I did now.” He laughs, and it's light, so unaffected by the whole thing.
“Get what you need and get out of here and don’t go spreading this around,” Brandon tells him. I hear him leave for the stockroom, and I relax a little.
I take the time to straighten myself up, smoothing down my skirt and fixing my hair into a high ponytail so I can leave this place less disheveled than I feel. “Oh my God,” I mouth to Brandon, who doesn’t look fazed by this at all. Guess for a dude to get caught fucking in the gym by his friend isn’t a big deal, but for me it is. I can’t let something like this happen again, it’s just so inappropriate.
“Least he will back off now. He knows you’re mine.” I see that look he gives me, that primal look of ownership. He acts all cool, but when it comes to me, his possessive side takes over, and he hates that Miles and I have found a friendship. I’m surprised he hasn’t made it more obvious to him sooner.
“Was that your plan all along, you jealous prick?” I smack his chest, irritated.
He captures my hand, kissing it. “No, but this works.” His eyes are still smoldering in that way they do.
“See you later,” calls Miles, holding up the sheet he found and exiting the gym in a rush. I don’t make eye contact, I can’t.
My eyes narrow in on Brandon. “We need to find a better place to fool around. Miles walking in on us is one thing, but it could’ve been a student. We can’t risk it anymore.” I know what I’m saying leaves us in a predicament, but it’s time we sorted it out. “If we’re going to continue this thing, then we need to do it carefully.” We can’t go to my place for obvious reasons. I live with my parents and they hate him, but what I don’t get is why we can’t go to his place. So what if he has guys he’s living with? Is he embarrassed about me or something?
“You might be right. But you can’t say you haven’t enjoyed sneaking around.” His lips are back on mine, and I sink into the kiss, knowing I have. These past few weeks have been more fun than I have had in so long. But we’re not two love-struck kids. We’re supposed to be responsible adults.
I pull back from him, placing my hands on his chest, gaining distance so we can talk. “Oh, I totally have, but it would be just as hot if you took me back to your place.” I put it back on him, needing to know why he hasn’t.
And right away I can tell that wasn’t the solution he wanted to hear. He looks uncomfortable. “Yeah, I’ve been thinking about this since Austin,” he says a little uneasily. “What about if you got your own place? You said so yourself you’re ready to find a place of your own, get a bit of independence from your folks. I can help you out if you need the money.”
I blink back at him, surprised and a little hurt. An unsettled feeling seeps into my stomach. I ask him if we can go back to his place, and he responds with why don’t you get your own place? What is he hiding from me?
I push off his chest, needing distance from the heat of his body and its magnetic pull. My mind might still be in an orgasmic haze, but my body is intuitive enough that I know I don’t like the way that just felt in my stomach. “I don’t need your money, Brandon, I’m not interested in that from you at all. And for your information, if I decide to get a place, it’ll be because I can do it on my own. I will never be some little plaything on the side who is with you for your money.” I pick up my bag, the sudden urge to flee this situation coming over me.
“Hey, Cass, I wasn’t trying to take that away from you. It would just make it easier if we had somewhere to go.”
“Why can’t we go to your place?” I snip. Now he’s pissing me off. He of all people knows how much I don’t like being kept in the dark.
He stops, looking me over, and I can see he is choosing his words carefully; he is definitely hiding something from me. My body knows it, and now my head is catching up with the program. It is so damn obvious. My mind goes into overdrive, all the thoughts coming at once. I jumped into all of this so quickly with him because I was obsessed with the way he made me feel. I wanted him probably more than I have ever wanted anything, but that feeling has already destroyed me once. I should have been more wary this time. A feeling of light-headedness sweeps over me, and I know my breathing is shallow. I glance at my fitness watch. I need to get out of this gym before I have a panic attack.
“It’s so crowded at my place. I live with three other guys,” he says like it’s a valid excuse.
“You know what, don’t worry about it, and don’t you dare come after me.” I can’t do this, it’s too hard. Thought I could, but I can’t. I storm away, trying to calm my breathing as I go.Slow it down, Cassandra, slow it down. But I can’t, there are too many feelings, too many thoughts swirling through my head. I make it back to Betty, open the door, and collapse into the driver's seat. My body is slowly rocking. I need to calm my breathing.Slow it down, Cassie, slow it down, I tell myself on repeat. Glancing at my watch again, I can see I’m calming.
I catch sight of him getting into his car and pulling from the lot. He would prefer to sneak around the school getting caught by our co-workers than take me back to his place and actually let me into his life. After everything we have already been through. Fuck him. Why do I let him get to me so much? But I already know my answer. It’s because he is so far under my skin, I couldn’t walk away from him for real even if I wanted to.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
BRANDON
