Page 41 of Discord
Why did I think this torture would be more bearable?
My eyes watered. “Slow down.”
The words subdued him, shaking as he reigned in control. It was a terrible lust-based decision to fuck inside the house, but I was mesmerized by his length disappearing inside me one inch at a time. My fingers curled onto his biceps as he fucked me slowly but thoroughly. When he hit a spot that had me seeing stars, Brandon fisted a hand in my hair and went so deep that I arched off the wall while he fought to get me back on it.
He came inside me, panting against the column of my neck. With a heady growl, he pulled out. I breathed heavily, slightly irritated that sex hair looked better on him than on me.
The wall behind me could barely hold me up while he zipped himself. The lack of my faculties amused him, and in a chivalrous version of dirty sex, he pulled my underwear up and smoothed down my skirt.
A flush warmed my face at the treatment, one I hoped he wouldn’t notice.
I shoved at his chest, though there was barely any heat to my words. “Did you just charge into my room and fuck me?”
Brandon stepped between my legs to kiss my jawline; warm arms wrapped around my middle. “Yes. Don’t forget it the next time you decide to go missing.”
“I didn’t go missing—”
“Mia, did you borrow my sweater—” Raven burst through my door and froze midsentence.
I shoved Brandon off me with lightning speed. Someone might as well have doused a bucket of cold water over my beautiful haze.
“Rave!” I exclaimed in shock. Shit. No one was supposed to be home. “I thought you were at work.”
Raven gaped, speechless. The room smelled of sex. We were a disheveled mess. This scene was too unmistakable to play off as something innocent. You’d have to be deaf and blind to miss the tell-tale signs, and Raven was neither.
Brandon appeared unperturbed. “Raven,” he addressed her quietly, “we didn’t mean for you to find out like this.”
His comment snapped her out of the stupor. She ran up to Brandon and screamed in his face, “What the fuck is wrong with you? She is just a child, and you are a grown-ass man. Have you lost your damn mind?”
“Rave—” I tried to placate, but Brandon put up a hand to silence me.
Raven stared between us. “What the hell is going on? Someone better start talking right fucking now.”
“Mia and I are together,” Brandon answered on my behalf, voice perfectly composed.
“Like hell you are,” Raven ferociously spat.
“It’s true.”
“No, it’s not,” she countered.
Brandon exasperatedly glanced at me. He was already impatient and out of sorts on how to deal with Raven.
Raven caught our exchange and turned to face me. “Sit.”
I didn’t argue and dropped my butt on the vanity chair beside the bed.
“How long?” she asked straightforwardly.
“A little while,” I whispered truthfully, unable to hold her gaze.
She turned to Brandon next. “Have you two been physical?”
“Excuse me!” Brandon barked, incredibly annoyed.
“Did I stutter?” Raven bit back.
I shook my head at Brandon, petrified, but he didn’t pretend to indulge Raven. “Yes.”
