Even with him pushing her away, I was starting to get insanely jealous over this girl who was most likely his latest ex. “Kendra, seriously you need to stop. We're done.”
“Come on Brandon, I know you miss me too. Let's just pretend the last few months didn't happen.” She leaned in to try to plant a kiss on his neck but he pushed her back and held her away at arm’s length.
No wonder Brandon tried to beat the crap out of Chase. I wanted to punch this girl and she was falling over drunk. I decided it was my time to cut in, and yes I was going to lay it on thick. “Hey baby.” I purred as I stepped in between the two and pulled his face down so I could cover his lips with mine. Letting my tongue trail across his bottom lip, I whispered loud enough so Kendra could still hear. “I have something for you in your room.” I said suggestively.
He grabbed behind my knees and lifted me into his arms as he walked me towards his room. I caught a glimpse of the girl one more time, and couldn't help but laugh at her expression. Game over bitch. I win.
“Tease.” Brandon whispered in my ear, “But you are adorable when you're jealous.”
“Well I wasn't going to let her keep touching you. That's my job.”
He grinned and pressed two loud kisses to my cheek before locking his door and setting me on the ground. He threw a pair of boxers at me and I held them up confused.
“Unless you want to fight your way to Chase's room, that's all I have for you.”
“Oh.” When he turned toward his dresser again, I switched my jeans for them quickly. They were so big I had to roll them up a few times, but I loved the fact that I was going to sleep in his clothes. “Um, do you have a shirt too?”
He unbuttoned his shirt and sauntered over to me with a mischievous grin on his face. Slipping his fingers under my chin, he titled my head up and nearly kissed me senseless. I felt his other hand trail down my side to the bottom of my shirt, and then his warms fingers were on my stomach, soon followed by his other hand. Other than the second it took to pull my shirt over my head, his lips never left mine and his eyes stayed closed. A chill ran across my body and my breaths started coming faster as I thought about his hands running over my bare body. He shrugged out of his button-up, draped it over my shoulders and resumed to running his fingers over my bare waist and stomach while I pulled my arms through the sleeves. Once my hands were back on his muscled chest he slowly buttoned it back up. I was gasping for air by the time he finished.
I flipped on a lamp and Brandon turned off the light as I sunk onto the bed. Turning back towards me he stopped mid step. “This was a bad idea.”
“Why?” I sat up quickly.
He chuckled and crawled onto the bed pushing me back down and hovering over me. “You're in my bed, wearing my clothes, and your hair was splayed out across my pillows.” He kissed my neck before gruffly whispering in my ear, “You look so damn sexy, I want to take you in my arms and never let you leave this bed.”
“Then why don't you?” I countered huskily.
“God Harper, you're going to be the death of me I swear.” He turned the lamp back off, rolled onto his side and pulled me towards him.
I hmphed and curled deeper into his embrace. “I love how I feel in your arms.” I sighed into his chest.
“You fit there perfectly.” He squeezed his arms around me and kissed the top of my head, “Get some sleep sweetheart.”
***
I was woken up the next morning to Brandon's lips on my neck. I smiled softly and ran my fingers over his head, “I want to wake up to this every morning.” My voice was raspy from sleep.
He chuckled against my throat and placed a warm kiss on it causing me to bite my own lip to stop a moan from escaping. “Does that mean I get to keep you?”
“As long as you share me with Bree. I'm pretty sure she'd kidnap me otherwise.”
Brandon had gently moved the collar of his shirt I was wearing away and was smiling against my collarbone, “I went to Kindergarten, I learned how to share with others.”
I burst into laughter and brought his face to mine for a quick kiss. “Well I don't want you to share me with everyone.”
“I don't plan to.” He propped himself up on an elbow and brushed his thumb across my cheek. “I want you to be my girl Harper.”
A slow smile spread across my face and I was beaming inside. It was Saturday morning, and we’d just met on Thursday, but it didn’t feel like this was coming a moment too soon. There was something about this dangerous looking god that made me feel safe and cherished. Being with him felt so right, it was almost scary but incredibly thrilling to have found someone that made me feel this way. Pulling his face to mine, I stopped less than an inch from him, “I'd love to be your girl.” I whispered against his lips.