When Sienna walked back into her father’s hospital room with the ice bucket, she noticed that she had walked in on a stare down, between her father and Brandon. They both quickly turned to look at her but neither had seen her hesitate at the door briefly before she walked back in.

“Well, I’m going to take off. Did you need me to take you home?” Brandon asked her.

“No, that’s okay. I’ll call Lori. She was wanting to stop by anyway.”

“Alright.”

Brandon wasn’t sure what to say to Jackson, so he quickly said bye and walked past Sienna and out of the room. He took a deep breath when he walked into the waiting room.

‘Fuck’ he thought as he silently continued to curse himself.

When he pulled up into his driveway, he sat there for a few minutes thinking back on earlier that day. Sienna had felt so good wrapped around his cock. He had never seen her so timid and shy. He was used to her being a bossy spoiled little bitch, but lying underneath him had changed all of that. He had to admit, that brought a smile to his face.

But it was quickly replaced with the thought that he had taken her virginity, not used a condom and broken Commander Branson’s trust. He felt like a dick.

He slowly got out and walked into his house. He collapsed down on the coach. His whole body was tired. Stress was a bitch. He reached for the TV remote but came into contact with something soft. He picked it up. It was Sienna’s white cotton panties. They had a thin strap connecting each side of the cloth like a bikini and each string had a tiny little pink bow. Damn they were sexy. And not in that sex kitten type way, but in a simple girlie way.

But then that thought made him feel like a pervert. She was only 18. Actually, had only been 18 for a little over 24 hours. But then again, she was legal he rationalized with himself.

He lifted the panties to his face. At first he just wanted to feel how soft they were against his skin. But then, he brought them closer to his nose and smelled. She had the sweetest scent he’d ever come in contact with. Yep, he was a pervert.

But the thought that she was so young and was the Commander’s daughter started fucking with him. He had no right wanting her. She had known him more than half of her life and had grown up with him treating her like an older brother would do. He was supposed to be kicking guys asses that tried to do what he just did.

This was really going to hurt. Her especially because she wouldn’t understand. But he had to stay away from her. Completely away from her. He just prayed he would be strong enough to do it.

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3 weeks had passed since Sienna had last seen Brandon. It was the longest she had ever gone without seeing him. Actually he had been gone longer while on a mission but she knew he wasn’t on any assignment this time. He was deliberately avoiding her. She was used to him visiting their house a few times a week.

Her dad pretended that it was normal for him to be gone this long and kept himself locked in his study for the most part. Sienna also tried to pretend that is was normal but inside it was killing her.

She wanted so badly to eat her pride and drive over to his house. She wanted to kiss him and tell him everything was going to be okay.

Even though their first time together wasn’t the most gentle time, it still made her wet thinking about him on top of her pushing and sweating. His perfectly toned body in between her legs. The thought crept into her mind of how many women he had been with. She was sure quite a bit but tried hard not to think about that.

Another thought did creep into her mind that 3 weeks ago being her first time ever, that maybe she wasn’t good and that’s why he hadn’t been in a rush to see her again. She tried to shake that thought also, but he had probably been with many more experienced women who knew how to rock his world. All she did was lie there like a log.

God, the more she thought about it the more pathetic she sounded. She should have done some porn star move or something. But it hurt so much, she was just trying to not concentrate on the pain. It did feel good too, but the pain this time overruled the good. She knew if she had a second chance with him, she would make it better.

Damn she missed him so much. But she refused to sit around and mope any longer.

So here it was Friday night and Sienna was waiting on her date. Marcus had been asking her out for months and she had always declined because she belonged to Brandon. Even if no one but Lori knew. But since Brandon wanted nothing to do with her, she decided to play his little game as well and tried to want nothing to do with him either.

She finally accepted Marcus’s invitation. They were going to the movies and to hang out at his friends house afterward.

“Damn you look good,” he whispered to her when he picked her up.

She was wearing a short black strapless dress with black flip flops. She had her hair pinned up with a hot pink flower on the side by her ear.

She smiled at his compliment and got into the car.

“So, is this a scary movie or action movie?” she asked as he got in and buckled his seat belt.

“Well, you’ll just have to wait and see,” he winked at her.

When they pulled up to the theater it was packed. The billboard said Dead Reaper 3. Uh, this is a horror movie she moaned to herself. She never liked them and now Marcus was going to see what a big baby she really was.

As they waited in line, Marcus put his arm around her waist. Sienna felt a little uncomfortable, but she didn’t ask him to remove it.

Marcus scanned the long lines. “Damn, I hope we get tickets,” he said looking ahead. She craned her neck to see the ticket counter.

“Sienna,” a deep voice whispered next to her ear.

Sienna jumped and covered her mouth to muffle a scream. She quickly turned around in Marcus’s arm and came face to face with HIM! Marcus followed suit to see what had startled her.

Oh, he looked so good, Sienna thought to herself. He had on a dark blue visor beanie with a dark blue vintage tee and denim jeans. His hands were shoved in his pockets. The small visor from his beanie cast a slight shadow over his face making his emerald green eyes even more menacing. Sienna couldn’t read his expression. But remembering his breath on the back of her ear as he whispered her name made her body shiver.

Brandon had seen her walk up to the line with that fucker. At first it seemed as though they were just friends until that asshole put his arm around her tiny waist. He saw red. Blood red. And that irritated him because he shouldn’t have gotten so upset over that. This kid was obviously her age and she SHOULD be out having a good time. But still, he wanted to snap the kids neck.

Earlier that day he and Darren had been bored as hell sitting around his house drinking and playing cards. Finally they both got fed up and just decided to see a new movie. At least there was some new horror flick showing.

So they hopped in his Jeep and drove to the nearest theater in town. He was about to tell Darren ‘fuck this’ as they stood in the long line until he saw her. And damn if she didn’t look fine as hell in that strapless dress. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her. Darren suggested they say hi.

So they switched lines and broke in front of everyone until he reached the position behind her. He stood staring at her neck for awhile. With her hair swooped up he could see how beautiful it was. Even her fucking neck was beautiful. He was crazy.

His mind drifted to a few weeks back when he had been kissing that neck. He quickly shook the thought from his head and stared down at the fucker’s arm which was wrapped around Sienna. He wanted to grab his wrist and squeeze to hear the bones crack, but he resisted temptation.

Instead he had leaned down and whispered her name.

Sienna scanned his face. He kept looking from her face to Marcus’s arm and back.

“Hi Brandon,” she managed to say calmly even though her heart was pounding. Sienna turned to Darren, who must have picked up on a vibe because he looked really uncomfortable. “Hi Darren.”

She had always liked Darren. He was a good looking guy. He and Brandon were about the same age. He had a beautiful chocolate color tone and smooth face with chestnut eyes. I’m sure most of the girls around were staring at those two when they walked together. One white, one black and BOTH fine.

“Hey gorgeous, how are you?” he asked trying to force a smile.

“I’m good. Oh, um..this is Marcus,” she inserted as Marcus cleared his throat and slid her closer to his side.

It was a small gesture and most wouldn’t have even noticed, but Brandon noticed. His jaw tensed.

Marcus reached up to pound Darren’s hand. Darren accepted. He turned to do the same to Brandon, but Brandon never took his eyes off Sienna. After a second Marcus put his hand down. He sized Brandon up as if to say, ‘It’s like that, huh..’

The silence between the four of them was interrupted by the ticket teller. “Can I help you?” she asked in an annoyed voice.

Sienna spun back around, “Oh, yes. I’m sorry. 2 for Dead Reaper 3.” Sienna was about to pay when Marcus pushed her hand away and threw a 20 dollar bill at the teller.

“I got it. Don’t want my baby to have to pay for anything,” he said smiling down at her. He said ‘baby’ loudly. Darren coughed behind them.

Marcus wrapped his arm around her shoulders and quickly led her in the theater.

Brandon just stood there a few seconds. He felt sick. He wanted to grab her and throw her over his shoulder and carry her away. That prick was SO lucky. Brandon finally relaxed his fists. He had balled them up when that bastard said ‘baby’ to his baby.

“What’s wrong man?” Darren asked.

“Nothing, let’s go,” Brandon said as he took his ticket and walked inside. This was about to be a long fucking movie.

Sienna was trying hard not to look at the theater entrance, but she wondered if Brandon and Darren were coming into this particular movie. Her question was quickly answered when she saw him walk in, followed by Darren. They walked up the aisle and Sienna lost sight of them. She wanted so badly to turn around to see where he had sat.

But Marcus was watching her closely.

“Who were they?” he asked.

“Oh, they work with my dad. Or used to. They are Navy Seals,” she said trying to sound uninterested.

Marcus shook his head and glanced back at them.

“Why is the white one staring at you?” he asked when he turned back around, obviously aggravated.

The hair on the back of her neck stood up. So he was staring at her. Shit, she wished she had eyes in the back of her head. But then she thought about his disappearing act. Fuck him. He had her feeling sick for 3 weeks! She would stand strong.

Brandon tried hard to ignore her when they walked in. He couldn’t. He stared down at the back of her head until that prick turned around and cast an evil glance in his direction.

He really wanted to drag him out and whoop his ass in the parking lot. Old fashion ass beating like he would have delivered back at South Boston high school. The thought made him smile.

The lights eventually went down and the previews started. Sienna was trying her best to concentrate but she couldn’t. Her throat was dry. She needed something to drink.

“Hey Marcus, I’m gonna grab me a Coke. Want one?” she asked.

Marcus was so engrossed in some comic book action movie trailer he just shook his head yes without taking his eyes from the screen.

Sienna got up and quickly walked out. She chanced a look in Brandon’s direction and saw him watching her. She tripped over something but ran down the theater hall and out into the lobby.

It felt much cooler out here. She scanned the room for the women’s restroom and saw it located near the arcade. She quickly made her way over.

She walked in and turned to the mirror to check her hair and makeup. Even with the heat and her obvious flustered state, she still looked decent. She walked into a stall and peed really quickly. She heard a few girls giggle as they walked out. She opened her stall and screamed. She immediately covered her mouth.

There was Brandon leaning casually against the counter with his arms crossed over his chest, ankles crossed and staring at her.

“Don’t worry, it’s locked,” he said, reading her thoughts.

Sienna walked to the sink and looked at herself again in the mirror and fixed a strand that had fallen down. She tried to act unaffected even though she had been startled.

Brandon watched her fix her hair. He hadn’t meant to follow her out, but he couldn’t help himself. She glanced at him in the theater as she was leaving…as if she were silently calling him. He sat there for a minute until he couldn’t bear it any longer. He told Darren he was going to buy a drink.

When he saw her run into the women’s bathroom, he originally was going to wait on the outside, but again, he couldn’t control himself. He walked right in and saw a group of girls coming out. They giggled at him and quickly ran out.

Sienna turned from the mirror. “You know this is the women’s bathroom,” she said with one hand leaning on the counter. She tried to look bored. She hoped it was working.

“Yeah,” was all he answered back to her. He continued to stare at her. It started making her heart pound rapidly again. Shit, she thought. She needed to get out of here.

She tried to walk around him but he uncrossed his ankles and slid further down the counter and grabbed her waist and pulled her to him. She was forced to step in between his legs. She had both her hands resting on his chest. She was about to push him away when he leaned in and kissed her. Hard. He pulled her completely into his body and kissed her lips with an urgency that frightened her.

“Umpf,” was all that escaped her lips. Her head started spinning. She was trying hard to think of why she was mad at him. Oh, yes…he fucked her, made her feel like shit and then ignored her for 3 weeks. That was it.

She pushed at his chest as hard as she could and slapped him across the face. He quickly straightened up to his entire length of 6’3 and stared down at her. She had to admit to herself that he intimidated her. His left cheek was turning a light scarlet color. Both of them were breathing hard. He narrowed his eyes at her.

“You had no right to do that! I’m on a date right now, and I need to get back!” she shrieked at him.

“Fuck that if you think I’m letting you walk out that door and go home with that motherfucker!” Brandon yelled right back at her.

Sienna ran to the door, unlocked it and tried to pull it open when Brandon shut it back from above her head. She tried to pull it again, but he held it shut and reached around her and locked it back. Sienna finally gave up her struggling with the door. She slowly turned around and looked him in the face.

He was all over her in a second. Brandon grabbed her head with both hands and began kissing her again. She tried to pull her mouth away, but he was stronger. He kissed down her neck and then violently pulled the top of her dress down exposing her strapless black bra. He kissed even lower.

Then when he couldn’t resist anymore he pulled her bra down and released those soft heavy caramel globes. They were perfectly round and plump and topped with a chocolate Hershey kiss nipple.

It made Brandon’s mouth water. He eagerly took a nipple in his mouth and sucked while his other hand massaged her other breast.

Sienna couldn’t think straight. Part of her wanted to kick him in the nuts right now, but the other part knew his mouth and hands felt so damn good, that she would be a fool to stop him. He then lowered his hand and reached underneath her dress.

He growled against her nipple when he realized she wasn’t wearing any panties. His long thick digit began invading her wet pussy. Sienna pushed his cap off and ran her fingers through his hair.

He eventually lowered his mouth down her body and pushed up her skirt. He glanced up at her face for a second before he stuck his tongue out and licked her throbbing pussy.

“Oh fuck,” she moaned. He continued to slowly work his tongue inside of her. Her legs started to feel weak. His saliva on her breast mixed with cool air in the restroom made her nipples harden to the point where they hurt. She reached up and squeezed them. Brandon glanced up and smiled when he noticed her pleasing herself.

He stuck his tongue in even further and continued to quickly assault her insides.

“Oh God, oh God, BT, please…oh, fuck!!” was all she could manage when she started coming.

Brandon continued to lick her clean. She tasted so good to him. Fuck, he had to have her now. He stood up and quickly unbuckled his belt and pushed his jeans and boxer briefs down. His cock sprang free and hit his his toned stomach.

He looked at Sienna’s hooded, satisfied eyes. No protest from her yet. He pushed her up against the door, stepped in between her legs and grabbed the back of her thighs. In one quick movement he pulled her legs up and around his waist.

Sienna instinctively placed her hands around his neck. He leaned down and kissed her again. Softly this time. Savoring her lips and her tongue. God, she really did taste so good. He couldn’t stand it any longer.

He reached down between them and placed his cock at her soaking entrance. He pushed all the way inside her without stopping. They both moaned in unison.

Damn, she was still so tight he thought. He began to move in and out of her, still delicately kissing her lips. She tightened her grip on his neck and began to rub the back of it. He pumped harder and faster.

They heard someone try to push the door open, but neither of them could stop. Eventually the pushing stopped and the person or people walked away.

“Fuck Sienna, you feel so good. Damn, baby,” he whispered into her mouth.

“Uh, you…uh..do too BT,” she said breathlessly.

Brandon lowered his kisses to her neck and began lightly biting on it while fucking her harder. This was really turning him on because she kept pulling his hair.

“Ooh…harder,” she groaned. “Fuck me harder BT. Please,” she begged him.

That was all it took. He began to pummel the hell out of her tight pussy until she started panting then screaming out her orgasm. He had to put his hand over her mouth as he watched her eyes roll back and her pussy spasm around him. She fell limp in his arms.

Now Brandon was close to coming. He pulled her legs open even wider with his arms and began to fuck her like she was a rag doll. Every time he pumped into her the door would creak. He didn’t care. Everyone standing in the lobby could probably tell what was going on behind door number 1.

“Oh, shit baby. I’m about to come,” he said. For a split second he thought about pulling out. He figured she still wasn’t on the pill, but fuck him, he couldn’t stop.

Fuck it, he thought right before he came. Let the chips fall where they may.

He pushed deep inside her and held still as his come burst from the head of his cock and flooded her insides. He stayed within her until he could feel every drop leave his tired body.

He finally released her legs and she almost slid down the door until he caught her. He grabbed her in a tight bear hug and refused to let her go until she had enough strength to walk on her own.

Sienna felt as though she were drunk. She couldn’t see straight. Her scalp was tingling, her ears were ringing. Damn, this man drove her crazy. But he couldn’t get off that easy. She wanted to kick herself for being that easy for him.

When she could finally get a hold of her senses she pushed him away from her. She pulled up her bra and dress top and pushed the rest down over her ass.

She staggered over to the mirror. She wanted to hurt him for hurting her so badly.”Boy, you sure know how to make a girl feel special. First your floor now a dirty bathroom. Thanks.”

Brandon tried to act unaffected like that comment didn’t just punch him in the gut. Instead of responding he picked up his cap, pulled up his pants and fastened his buckle.

“Could you hand me some toilet paper?” Sienna asked him.

“Why?”

“Because I want to clean myself up a bit before I walk out,” she answered.

Brandon walked up behind her. “No,” he stated staring at her reflection in the mirror. “I want you to walk out of here feeling my come run down your legs. So you’ll remember who the fuck you belong to.”

Sienna spun around with that last statement. “Belong to?” she seemed incredulous. “I don’t belong to anyone, and if I did, it sure as hell wouldn’t be you. Not after what you pulled a few weeks ago. Wanna pop my cherry then bounce? Fuck you!”

Brandon wasn’t ready to have this conversation now, but he knew he had to bite the bullet.

“Fuck Sienna, I…I was scared, okay,” he told her. “I wanted you so bad, but your father would hate me for this. But I couldn’t stay away from you and it made me feel weak. I still feel weak being with you. But I’d rather feel weak with you than miserable without you. I actually followed you and Lori last week when you went to the mall. I know that’s crazy, but I had to see you. Couldn’t fucking help myself.”

Her face softened towards him a little. She actually smiled at that last disclosure. Maybe she should have been scared, but strangely it turned her on.

“Bottom line, I can’t stay away from you. I tried,” he whispered as he leaned down to claim her lips again. And she let him.

After a few more tender kisses they decided to finally unlock the women’s bathroom and let the rest of the world in.

When they walked out, Sienna noticed Marcus leaning against one of the columns scanning the room. His eyes narrowed in on them. He slowly walked over to them.

Brandon saw Darren standing off to the side as well. He knew Darren had probably seen them coming out of the restroom together. Damn, he’d have to let him in on their little secret.

“So Sienna, it’s like that?” Marcus asked, through twisted lips when he reached them.

Sienna walked up to him. “I’m sorry Marcus, I never meant to run out on our date like that.”

Marcus ignored her apology and looked over her head at Brandon. Brandon’s face remained expressionless.

Marcus turned his attention back to Sienna. “You ran out on me for this piece of shit?” he seethed.

Brandon chuckled. This kid was a prick and dumb.

“What the fuck are you laughing at, bitch?” Marcus yelled in Brandon’s direction.

“You, motherfucker, who else?” Brandon answered back with a Bostonian edge.

With the rise in voices Darren thought it best if he walked over and stood beside Brandon.

“Bitch, I will fuck you up,” Marcus threatened.

Brandon smiled. “Isn’t it past your bedtime, son?”

Sienna didn’t know what to do. She knew that Marcus wasn’t going to back down because he didn’t want to look like a punk in front of her. But she damn sure knew that Brandon wouldn’t back down, and if Marcus said the wrong thing, he’d end up in extreme pain.

“Hey, there’s no need for this. Marcus, I’ll pay you back for the date. I’m so sorry and if–”

“Fuck you and your sorry ass,” was Marcus’s response back to her.

Brandon stepped forward. He flexed his jaw and his fist. He was just waiting. If that asshole called her one name…he will drop that punk bitch where he stands.

Darren also took a step forward. He didn’t trust Brandon. He had seen him fly off the handle too many times to count.

Sienna saw this scenario playing out in her head and it didn’t look good. She thought it best if she grabbed Brandon’s arm and pulled him away from this situation right now. She turned her back to Marcus when she heard him say it.

“Don’t worry, I just wanted to fuck you anyway. Heard you was a hot little cum bin.”

There it is. He said it.

Sienna sucked in a gasp while Darren tried to reach for Brandon, but he wasn’t quick enough.

Brandon took two speedy steps and Marcus swung at him and missed. Brandon’s first punch landed in the middle of Marcus’s stomach causing him to scream and bend over in agony. But then Marcus made the mistake of turning his face toward Brandon while he was still bent over. Brandon took his other fist and smashed it into the side of Marcus’s face with a cracking sound.

Marcus hit the floor like a sack of potatoes. It all happened so quickly that Sienna barely got ‘No’ out of her mouth before Marcus was on the ground. Blood was gushing out of his mouth and he was balled up like a little child. Sienna couldn’t be sure, but she swore she saw a tooth buried in the carpet a few feet away. She felt faint.

“Who’s a bitch now you fucking Barney?” Brandon spat at him. He went to stand over him with every intention of punching his face again when Darren grabbed him from behind and locked his arms around Brandon’s chest.

“Fuck BT! You know what happens if we get caught fighting civilians!” he tried to reason with him.

Brandon knew Darren was right but he wanted to fuck him up so bad! Calling Sienna out because she doesn’t want to be with him. Fucker.

Darren started dragging Brandon backwards toward the exit. Sienna just stood there dumbfounded. She didn’t know if she should check on Marcus or follow Brandon and Darren out.

“Sienna!” Darren yelled. “Come on, we have to go in case any cops show up!”

Sienna sprinted out after them. When the cool night air hit the 3 of them they all relaxed a bit. They walked quickly to Brandon’s Jeep and got in without saying a word. Darren was surveying the parking lot looking for cops. Brandon threw the car in reverse, backed out, then screeched forward out of the parking lot.

Darren glanced out of the corner of his eye at Brandon. He noticed Brandon kept stealing glances in his rearview mirror towards Sienna.

Brandon drove about 15 miles over the speed limit until he reached Darren’s apartment. Darren got out and looked back at Sienna.

“Well, it’s been eventful young lady. See you around,” he smiled at her. He looked back through the passenger side window at Brandon. The two silently stared at each other for a second. Brandon knew exactly what Darren was thinking. ‘You’re fucking the Commander’s daughter, you prick’. Darren silently nodded at Brandon and backed away.

“See you later BT,” he hollered over his shoulder, as he turned to leave.

Brandon sat there a moment with the engine idling. He looked in his rearview mirror again.

“You can sit up front if you want. I don’t bite,” he said to her. A small dangerous smile curving up one side of this mouth.

Sienna crawled over the seat and settled down beside him. He looked at her and pulled back onto the street.

“So, my father probably still thinks I’m with Marcus since the movie isn’t over AND I was supposed to go to a party with him,” Sienna plotted.

Brandon thought for a minute. “That gives you about 2 or 3 more hours, right?”

She leaned over and kissed him. “Lets go to your place.”

Unconsciously Brandon stepped on the gas.

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Sienna was standing in Brandon’s bathroom. She reached up and pulled the hair clip from her messy updo. Her hair fell around her shoulders. She shook it out and removed the pink flower. She opened his medicine cabinet and a few boxes of condoms came tumbling out.

‘Asshole,’ she thought to herself. She picked the boxes up and stuffed them back in the cabinet.

When she walked out of the bathroom she saw Brandon standing in the hallway deep in thought again. He turned to look at her.

He walked over to her and kissed her forehead. And then her lips. He stared down into her eyes. She was stunning to him. He reached for her hand and pulled it to his lips and lightly kissed it. Then he pulled her toward his room.

Brandon’s room was always neat. She guessed it was because in the military they were used to a certain level of order. And his room reflected that. Everything had a mate and was neatly placed in corners, drawers and desk.

His bed was turned down and each corner exactly the same.

He turned to look at her. “I wish I could have made love to you on a bed first,” he said. He began kissing her neck. Damn, every part of her was so soft. She smelled of Vanilla.

Sienna pushed Brandon back onto the bed. She removed his visor beanie and ran her hand through his hair again. She then pulled off his shirt and jeans. She had decided she was going to return that favor. She got on her knees in front of him. She slid her hand up his thigh and grabbed his dick. Sienna slowly started to rub up and down on his shaft with her tiny hand.

After he was completely hard she placed her hand on the base of his cock and licked the tip with her tongue.

Brandon was so turned on by this girl that he wanted to stop her right there and fuck the shit out of her. Her beautiful big brown eyes were staring up at him as she licked the head of his cock again, tasting his precum.

Sienna loved the expression on his face. It was half pleasure and half desire. She decided to quit teasing him. She placed her mouth over his cock and began to suck. The feeling of him inside her mouth was unlike anything she had felt before.

Brandon was gone by that point. He wrapped his fingers around her hair and started pulling her up and down making her fuck his dick with her mouth at his own speed. She seemed to enjoy this even more because he heard her moaning.

Her wet, hot mouth felt like heaven on his skin. He didn’t think his dick could possibly get any harder. He was trying his best not to gag her but the feeling was just so amazing. He didn’t want it to end.

Sienna was trying to relax her throat as much as possible, but seeing that this was her first time ever doing this, she couldn’t fit him all in her mouth. But she knew after tonight, she’d spend lots of time practicing.

She noticed his breathing getting quicker and she knew he was about to come. She wanted him to. In her mouth. She wanted to swallow every bit of him. Prove to him that she was serious about their relationship or whatever this was.

Brandon wanted to stop her before he burst in her mouth but the more he pulled her hair up the harder she pushed her mouth back down on him. Then he realized how stupid he was for trying to pull her up. If this is what she wanted, he damn sure was going to give it to her.

“Aaahh! Shit!!” Brandon yelled as he came in Sienna’s hot hungry mouth. He held her head still with his hands still tangled in her hair. “Oh, fuck.”

Sienna was trying to drink down so much that his pearly white come started to trickle down the sides of her mouth but she quickly began to swallow and was able to keep most of him for herself. When she was done, she pulled her mouth away and kissed the tip.

Brandon just stared down at her amazed. His baby was so fucking hot. He was going to enjoy the next few hours for sure!

After making love for the third time in 2 hours, they both were lying on their backs cuddling against each other. She was resting her head on his arm and her hand was interlaced with his free hand.

She was thinking about how much her life had changed in just a short time. She had always dreamed of these moments with him. Being his girl, if that’s what she was. She remembered when she was a young girl and wrote his last name with her name. Sienna Temple. What she wouldn’t give to be called that. She didn’t care what anyone thought. She was 18 and legal and it was no one else’s business. Not even her fathers.

She thought of her dad. He was doing much better. They hadn’t really talked much since he had been released from the hospital. And she noticed that he and Brandon hadn’t talked much either. Just a cordial hey or bye when they ran into each other. She wished that—

“Sienna?”

She looked up toward him. “Yes?”

Brandon looked down at her. He wanted to ask her, but he didn’t want to sound like a pussy. But he had to know.

“Remember that day your dad was in the hospital. You know, when you came over here and we fu–, made love for the first time?” he asked.

Sienna shook her head, “Of course.”

“Well you said….you know, you said that you loved me. Did you mean that?” he whispered.

Sienna rolled over onto her side and stared down at him. “Absolutely. I love you Brandon.”

She couldn’t tell the expression in his face. He looked so serious.

“Say it again,” he softly commanded.

“I love you.”

“Again.”

Sienna smiled at him, “I love you…always.”

Brandon leaned up and kissed her. Hungrily. He pulled her body on top of him. Soft in some places, firm in others. His tongue scraped the roof of her mouth while one hand carassed the back of her neck and the other massaged her smooth ass. He had to start kissing her before his emotions overtook him.

Outside Brandon sat on his steps smoking a cigarette. He had tried to quit a few times for fear that it would affect his training, but he seemed to be healthy and he had been smoking since he was 14. But he didn’t do it all the time. Too much of an expensive habit. But thinking about everything that had happened today made him pull out a cigarette.

He thought about Sienna lying in his bed. Her beautiful naked warm body wrapped in his navy blue sheets turned him on. Her hair fell in soft dark waves around his pillow. Just 15 minutes earlier he had buried his face in those soft curls as he came inside her, yet again. He could drown in that scent. He couldn’t figure out if it was her body wash or shampoo or whatever the fuck girls used these days, but she smelled divine.

But it was their conversation in bed that had his mind reeling now. She had said she loved him. He thought back over his life. No one had ever spoken those words to him. No parent, relative, teacher or friend had ever uttered I Love You.

And no girlfriend. Even though he never really kept a girlfriend. Mainly just girls who he liked to fuck and that liked fucking him in return. They shouted things out in bed to him. Some sweet, some dirty, but never those words. ‘I love you…always’. Damn. His heart fluttered every time he played back what she had said to him. Did she really mean it?

Part of him wanted to kick himself for thinking like a little school boy. He needed to get a grip. He was 28 not 18. Damn near 30 year old man acting giddy over a young girls words. But he knew deep down that he loved her too. He was crazy about her. And now he knew he couldn’t be without her. He just had to figure out what he was going to tell the Commander.

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It had been a while since Brandon and Jackson had spoken. Jackson called him over to his house for a meeting. He hoped it wasn’t an op because he really wasn’t in the mood. Lately he had been wanting to spend every second with Sienna.

When Brandon reached Commander Branson’s house he couldn’t help but smile. He couldn’t wait to see her beautiful face. Even though they couldn’t act on their feelings in front of Jackson, it didn’t mean that he wouldn’t try to sneak a moment when the Commander wasn’t looking. The last time he had seen her was 3 days ago. He was definitely going through withdrawal.

When he rang the door bell, Sienna was there to answer it within a second. And she looked fine as always. She had on a spaghetti strap light pink summer dress that stopped mid thigh.

“Hi BT,” she said and reached out to grab his balls and gave them a quick light squeeze.

Fuck. He was already getting hard.

She turned on her pretty little feet and yelled for her dad. “Daddy, BT’s here!”

He followed closely behind her and before they reached her father’s study, he grabbed the back of her dress and pulled her back towards him. She was so warm pressed up against his chest. She reached her arms up and around and grabbed his neck. He leaned over her and kissed her quickly on the mouth. Then pushed her towards the stairs before he got too carried away.

He watched her walk away, the short dress swishing back and forth over her perfect little bubble derriere. As she ascended the stairs…she quickly flipped the back of the dress up to reveal no panties! Just her beautiful caramel ass. He grabbed his chest with one hand. At that moment he would have given his left nut to follow her up those stairs. But he had to get a grip. He took a deep breath, turned to the left and walked into Jackson’s study.

Jackson was sitting behind his desk writing some notes. He would tilt his glasses up or down depending on what he was looking at.

Brandon stood at the door waiting to be invited in.

Jackson looked up and motioned for him to enter. Brandon quickly glided in and sat down.

“Just give me one moment, I’m almost done with this document,” Jackson said.

“No worries sir, take your time.” Brandon began looking around the study. He loved this area of the house. Nothing ever changed. It was the same as it was when he was 18 and stepped into this room for the first time. Man, he thought. Funny how much he had changed but this room hadn’t. He had many secret meetings in here with Commander Branson. Many laughs also.

Jackson finished his last paper and leaned up. He took his glasses off and rubbed his eyes. Brandon noticed that he looked tired.

“How are you, sir?” Brandon asked.

“I’m okay. How are you?” Jackson returned.

“Oh, I’m feeling really good. Thanks, sir.”

Jackson stared at him for a moment.

“You’re feeling really good,” Jackson repeated. “Would that have anything to do with the fact that you’re sleeping with my daughter?”

You could hear a pin drop. All of the air was sucked out of the room at that moment.

Brandon couldn’t swallow. He couldn’t move. And he sure as hell couldn’t answer the question.

Both men continued to stare at each other.

“You know, I’ve given you access to my house for a long time. Way back when you came here to join the Seals,” Jackson stated. “And you’ve also had access to my daughter all those years too. My young, impressionable, naive daughter. And the thought that I trusted you with her all this time is starting to make me sick.”

Brandon needed to say something. He opened his mouth but no words came out.

“So…how long has it been going on? Since she was 14, 16…or younger?” the Commander spat out.

Finally Brandon could find his voice. “God no, sir! I swear, I never ever touched her until she turned 18. I swear to God. I wouldn’t do that.”

Brandon was wishing he was anywhere in the world right now except where he was. His face felt hot. He knew he had probably turned a few shades of red in less than a minute.

“Honestly, Brandon, I don’t know what you would or wouldn’t do anymore. How could you–no, never mind don’t answer that. I know exactly how you could. I’m aware of my daughters feelings for you, but I thought you would be an upstanding young gentleman and leave her alone. Guess that would be asking for too much,” Jackson said dryly.

“Sir, I…,” Brandon couldn’t find the rest of that sentence. He wanted to tell the Commander that he loved his daughter. And would protect her and do anything for her. But those words would not leave his mouth.

“Funny thing is—or sad depending on how you look at it… others told me it was a big mistake trusting you. That you were just a punk kid who would disappoint me in the end. Well, looks like the joke is on me.”

That statement made Brandon feel as though someone had kicked him in the back of the head. That one comment made him feel lower than the day his aunt kicked him out and humiliated him for all to see. That one sentence from Commander Branson. His ‘father’ had just thrown him for a miserable loop. He felt sick.

“Here’s what I want from you,” Jackson continued. “You stay away from my daughter and you are no longer welcome in my house. We will maintain a professional relationship, but outside of that, your connection with this family is done. You can see yourself out.”And with that Jackson got up and walked out of the study. Brandon sat there. He wasn’t sure for how long, but he couldn’t think. This was not happening. This was not fucking happening.

Brandon finally stood up and steadied himself. He felt light headed. He needed some air. He walked out into the hall and towards the door. He slowly opened it then shut it back. He turned around and took another glance at the house he had known for 10 years to be his own piece of heaven. His safe haven.

He quickly opened the door again and walked out.