Brandon couldn’t remember where the fuck he was. He woke up in the back seat of someone’s car. It looked slightly familiar, but his head was pounding and he couldn’t think straight. His stomach felt like it was twisted in several knots and he started to feel the tell signs that whatever was in, was about to come out.

He swiftly forced open the door and vomited outside of the car.

He looked down and all he had on were his jeans and shoes. No shirt. He clumsily got out of the car avoiding his own puke and rubbed his eyes. He surveyed his surroundings, not recognizing anything. In the distance, all he could see was a house and some figure sitting on the steps with a blue light flashing across their face. Maybe a cell phone light?

He glanced around again and finally recognized his Jeep. Then he turned back around to the house and realized it was his. ‘Fucking hell, I must be wasted,’ he thought. He staggered across the driveway and up the steps.

Darren closed his cell phone as Brandon approached and sat down beside him. Darren passed him a cold bottle of water. He poured some in his mouth, spit it out and then poured some more and swallowed. The water felt so cool against his burning throat. He slid the rest of the liquid over his head flattening out his hair and running over his body. He felt like his skin was on fire, so the water was a welcome treat.

“Are you okay now?” Darren asked patting him on the back.

“Don’t I look okay?” Brandon teased, flashing him a weak grin.

“You know there’s going to be some questions about tonight, right?” Darren continued.

Slowly the memory of tonight’s events came pouring into his head. Now he remembered what the hell was going on. ‘Fuck,’ was all he could think.

**************************

Sienna and her father were still not on speaking terms. And the presence of this new guy, Chris Warner in their home was upsetting her even more. She was still shocked that her father’s plan had lasted this long.

The last time she had seen Brandon was over 3 weeks ago when he had stopped by to see her father. She had been so excited to see him. She had planned to wait for him outside of her father’s study, but figured that would give their little secret away.

So instead, she waited upstairs. But about 10 minutes later she heard the front door open, then close, then open again and close a final time. She scurried to her window as Brandon walked quickly to his Jeep, got in and tore out of their driveway.

A few minutes later Jackson had come upstairs and laid down the law. No cell phone, no laptop, no car, no credit cards! Nothing!

“You can’t do that!!” Sienna had screamed at him.

“Yes, I can. Until you can pay for those things, then you will live by my rules in my house! I mean it, Sienna. You are to stay away from him,” Jackson warned her.

Sienna was trying her best to not cry, but tears started to spill over the rim of her eyes. When he walked out of her room, taking her cell phone, laptop and car keys with him, she had thrown a porcelain dolphin at her door, which loudly broke into several pieces.

She and her father argued for a week straight about her relationship with Brandon. Her father tried to explain to her why he wanted them apart. He’s too old for her, he has personal issues he has to deal with, blah blah blah was all she heard. She didn’t give a damn if Brandon was an alien and had a wife and kids on another planet. She loved him, and her father was not going to keep her from him.

She had tried to escape on several occasions, but it usually ended with Jackson picking her up and carrying her back to the house with her kicking and screaming like a little girl.

Finally, her dad pulled his last high card. He told her if she didn’t control herself for these next few weeks, then he would pull her tuition at Spelman College. That stopped her in her tracks. She had dreamed about going to Spelman ever since she was a little girl.

And to prove to her that he was serious, he had his money for her Stewart Living and Learning Center refunded. Instead of her privileged housing, she now was forced to some random dorm on the far side of campus with no air conditioning.

She and Lori would be traveling together a month and a half from now for school. Lori didn’t get into Spelman, but she got into Clark Atlanta University which was only a few miles away. The two of them had been planning everything together since freshman year of high school.

The thought of many years of planning just going down the drain made her sick. But she wanted Brandon. She hated her father.

And she didn’t make life easy at their house for Chris either. She resented him being there. Chris Warner’s father and her dad were great friends who had served together. Chris was 19 and had just finished up his first year at Annapolis. His dad thought it best if he spent a week or two with Jackson to see what it takes to make it in the Navy.

Sienna had to admit that he was a nice guy. And good looking. His dad was black and his mom was native Hawaiian, and he had grown up in Hawaii. He had beautiful eyes and a beautiful smile. He seemed to smile all the time, actually. She wondered what kind of soldier he would make. He definitely seemed like the kind that you see in those news stories that have the soldier giving the little native children a piggy back ride.

But she didn’t feel the need to talk to him. Or get to know him. She knew she was being a bitch, but she didn’t care. She wanted to make her father and anyone else around as miserable as she felt.

But it had now been close to 3 weeks and she hadn’t seen Brandon. She was going stir crazy in that house. She tried to keep herself busy so her mind wouldn’t wander off to Brandon Temple. Her heart seemed empty without him. Her body seemed numb without his touch.

But today she was fed up and she had devised a plan. She stomped down stairs towards her father’s study. She opened the door and walked in not caring if she was interrupting him.

“Daddy, if you want me to go to this Veteran’s Ball next week, I need to buy a dress and get my hair done. If I can’t have either of those, I’m not going,” she said to her father while tapping her feet.

The Commander looked up and sighed at his daughter. It was the first civil words she had spoken to him in weeks. He leaned back in his chair and took his glasses off.

“Alright,” he said. “Can you tell Chris to come in here?”

Sienna couldn’t believe it was that easy. Yes! Finally she could see Brandon. She would use her Dad’s car and drive over to his house immediately.

She went running out of the room and up the stairs. She barely passed by the guest room to yell at Chris that her father wanted to see him before she ran into her room and threw on a pair of cute, ass-hugging denim jeans and an off the shoulder yellow shirt.

On her way back down the steps she saw Chris standing there with keys in hand.

“Hey, there you are. Ready to go?” he said with a smile.

“What? I’m not going anywhere with you!”

“Um, well your dad said that I could take you around today and keep you company,” Chris said with a smile.

Sienna deflated right there in front of Chris. Her father was too much. She didn’t need a fucking babysitter! But she figured it best to try and get out of the house, shake Chris and go find Brandon.

“Fine, whatever,” she said stomping past him.

Chris followed her out. This was going to be a long day.

*******************

Brandon knew that the Commander had Sienna on lock down, but he was determined to see her. He had driven by their house several times trying to catch a moment when Jackson was gone and he could sneak in. But Jackson rarely left.

He had called her cell phone leaving countless messages until a few days ago when it had been disconnected. Then he tried calling the main house line, but the Commander would just hang up on him.

But he caught a break today while on base. He saw the Commander pull up in his car and grab some papers out of his front seat and walk into his office.

Brandon dropped everything he was doing and ran to his Jeep. He drove in record speed to Jackson’s house, pulled up and jumped out of the Jeep. He ran to the door and knocked. No one answered. He knocked again and called her name, but still no answer. He looked through the glass window to the right of the door. The lights were all out.

‘Where the fuck is she?’ he thought to himself. Now he was starting to get pissed. He had thought all this time that she was being held prisoner, but maybe that wasn’t the case. He was losing it. Slowly, but surely. He needed to talk to her. He needed to hold her. He needed her.

***********************

“Oh, baby girl, your hair is so beautiful,” Miss Mona raved over Sienna’s full mane.

“Thanks Miss Mona. Um, can I ask a favor?” Sienna asked as she bit her lip. She was nervous for some reason.

“Sure honey, what is it?”

“Can I use your phone for a moment? My cell phone battery is dead,” she lied.

Miss Mona smiled down at Sienna. She had been coming to her hair salon ever since her mother left years ago. “Of course, just go in the back. You don’t have to dial anything to get out.”

Sienna jumped up, “Thank you!” She ran to the back room and was about to pick up the phone and dial when out of nowhere, Chris jerked it from her hands.

Sienna stood there for about 2 seconds with her mouth open before she launched into him.

“What the hell are you doing?!” she shrieked at him.

Chris stood there for a moment looking uncomfortable.

“I’m sorry Sienna, your father told me to watch you. He said you weren’t allowed to leave my sight and that you weren’t allowed to use any phones. I really hate doing this, but I don’t want to let the Commander down,” he stated with a tiny smile and shrug of his shoulders.

Sienna was in hell. Officially. She broke down right there in front of him. She slumped to the ground and pulled her knees against her chest and sobbed.

Chris was stunned. He didn’t know what to do. He didn’t know everything that was going on, but Commander Branson had told him that Brandon Temple or BT as everyone called him, was to stay away from Sienna and she was to stay away from him.

He really liked Commander Branson. His father had always spoken so highly of him over the years. And he seemed like a great guy. It made Chris feel like a burden though, coming in on their family during this stressful time.

His first day there, he never even saw Sienna. She was locked up in her room, and she refused to come down to meet him. Over the course of a few days he caught glimpses of her here and there. Mostly he just heard her. In screaming matches with her father or breaking something.

He’d never seen someone act that way. In his house back home, his father was all about discipline. He nor his sister could have ever behaved that way.

But seeing her like this now, crumpled to the floor and crying, he felt so sorry for her.

“I’m really sorry, Sienna. Trust me, this isn’t what I want to be. I just want to be your friend. Not some kinda of freaking warden. I’m, well I really am very sorry.”

Sienna wiped her face. She hadn’t meant to cry in front of him. She was sick of crying. She stood up and walked out of the back room and Chris followed.

She quickly paid Miss Mona and walked to Chris’s car. She leaned up against it and sighed.

“So…where to next, princess?” Chris asked trying to lighten the mood.

“I don’t care. Home, I guess,” was her solemn answer.

“No, today’s your one day of freedom. You still have to get a dress and if you want, we could stop by a friends house or something. Anything you want to do. I’m at your beck and call.”

Sienna stared at him for a second. He had to be on drugs to be this chipper all the time. But she thought about it. She really didn’t want to go back home. She was sick of that house.

“Okay, well, do you mind if we pick up my friend Lori, and then go dress shopping?” she asked trying to slow her sniffles.

“Sure, anything you want,” he said with his classic smile.

“Okay. Just keep me out as late as possible. I just don’t want to go home yet.”

Sienna got in the car and turned to him. “Oh, and thank you,” she said quietly.

He nodded and they drove off.

*************************

“Goddamn it!!” Brandon screamed as he hurled the cell phone across the room. It shattered against the wall.

“Shit, Brandon, what the fuck?!” Terry said, after watching his cell phone fly through the air and smash against the wooden paneling in their usual dingy bar. “You’re paying for that shit man. And you know Alice freaks out when I don’t call her every 15 minutes when I’m hanging out with you guys.”

Brandon ignored him. That was the fifth cell phone he had used that night trying to get in touch with Sienna. He still was upset with the fact that she wasn’t at home earlier that day. If she wasn’t with her dad, she could have found some type of way to get in touch with him. But nothing. No emails. No phone calls. No visits. Nothing.

Brandon let his head fall against the table with a loud thud, knocking over the several bottles he had drained earlier that night. He was losing his fucking mind.

This was miserable. Fucking torture. He felt homicidal. Who the fuck did the Commander think he was? He didn’t know Brandon if he thought that he would just turn his back on this special young woman who held his heart. Mind. Soul. No, the Commander didn’t know him at all.

That was it. He had to see her. Tonight. Fuck anyone who tried to stop him.

He knew he was drunk but he didn’t give a shit. He grabbed his keys and walked toward the door of the bar.

Darren followed. “Where the fuck are you going?” he asked.

Brandon didn’t answer. He just hopped into his Jeep and sped off. He prayed he wouldn’t get pulled over. He would be in so much trouble if he got a DUI. And as much swerving as he was doing, a cop would definitely stop him. And since it was only about ten o’clock, he figured every officer was on the road tonight. But whatever.

He didn’t know what he was going to do, but he had to see her. She was his family. The only family he now had since Jackson had disowned him. That day had hurt. A few weeks back when the Commander had considered him a disappointment. That had stung like nothing he had ever felt before.

He pulled up in their driveway for the second time that day. Or what he thought was the Commander’s driveway, and almost fell out of his Jeep. It had been a long time since he had been this shit faced. Women could cause a man to do that from time to time. Never him though. Until Sienna ‘fucking’ Branson!

He slowly and not so gracefully made it up the steps and beat on the front door.

At first, no one answered. He was about to pound again when Commander Branson answered the door wearing his black robe and reading glasses, his face sporting a frown.

“Brandon, go home,” he said to him as he opened the door.

“No. I need to see her now. Right fucking now!” Brandon slurred.

Jackson took in the state of the young man. His eyes were red, his hair disheveled and he was having a hard time standing straight. He had obviously had a rough night of drinking. Jackson sighed and started to close the door.

Brandon stuck his foot through the door and kicked it back open. The Commander’s eyes widened.

“Brandon, go home now, before you get yourself in a lot of trouble!” Jackson warned.

Brandon shook his head. He knew he was losing it. He kept scanning over Jackson’s head looking down the hallway for Sienna. Then he looked back at Jackson.

“If you don’t want anything to do with me anymore, then fine. Fuck you! But I swear to God, you try and take her from me…” Brandon trailed off with his threat.

“You’ll what?” Jackson asked. He was so tired. Physically and emotionally.

Brandon looked around Jackson again. “Sienna?!” he shouted.

“She’s not here,” Jackson answered.

“Where is she?” Brandon pleaded.

“Brandon, go home!” Jackson told him as he slammed the door in his face.

Darren pulled up in the Commander’s driveway when he heard Brandon yelling a string of profanities against the door.

“Where the fuck is she?!” Brandon screamed again while kicking the door. “Ten fucking years and you want to kick me out of your home like I’m nothing?!! You try to keep her away from me and I will fuck your life up! You hear me, you piece of shit?!!”

Darren sprinted up to the door and tried to calm him down.

“Come on man, let it go,” he tried to persuade Brandon and pull him away.

Brandon shook his arm off and started kicking the door again.

“Fuck him! Open the Goddamn door you son of a bitch!”

“Jesus, BT come on man. Fuck!” was all Darren could say.

“Goddamn it!!! Sienna!!” Brandon shouted again pushing away from Darren and kicking the door.

Inside the Commander blew another sigh. He didn’t want to do it, but he grabbed his telephone and called the Shore Patrol. He’d rather turn Brandon over to them since he had some pull with that department as opposed to the local police. He was sure Brandon had woken up everyone in his neighborhood.

And he knew Brandon. He had total control over his professional life. He was the kind of guy you wanted next to you in a jungle of some hostile country or some remote desert crawling around amongst the enemy. He had insane accuracy and was extremely disciplined.

BUT…in his personal life, his emotions got the best of him. He knew that Brandon could keep this up all night and possibly hurt Darren in the process.

Even while on the phone, the Commander could still hear his muffled voice through the door.

“You don’t want me as a part of your family anymore, huh?! Well, I just might be in nine months, MOTHERFUCKER!!!” Brandon screamed while kicking the door as hard as he could, and it flung forward.

Darren wrapped his hand around Brandon’s mouth trying to get him to shut up. He pulled him back as hard as he could but Brandon was pulling him toward the partially open door.

Darren had to practically wrap his lower legs around Brandon to slow him down. That’s all he could do. When Brandon reached level 10…you can’t stop him. You can only slow him down. Like the fucking Tasmanian Devil he thought to himself.

“BT, get a fucking grip!” Darren yelled at him while trying to tackle him to the ground, ripping Brandon’s shirt to shreds in the process.

“Where the fuck is she?!” Brandon tried to yell but came out as more of a hoarse whisper. Suddenly he felt weak and light-headed. The alcohol, mixed with anger and lack of sleep started affecting him.

Shore Patrol showed up just in time. Officer Silas and Officer Kent pulled Brandon from Darren and handcuffed him. Brandon felt his stomach churning. He couldn’t hold in any longer when he threw up on the lawn as they were walking him to the Patrol car.

Once they had him securely in the back seat, Officer Silas walked back up to the Commander’s door as Jackson was coming out. He stopped to survey the door and shook his head.

“Hey Commander Branson, we’re sorry for all of this. We tried to get here as quickly as possible. What would you like us to do with him? Maybe a day or two in holding?” Officer Silas asked.

“No, he just needs some rest tonight. And I’m fine, so no harm done. Other than a new door,” Jackson answered while trying to get it back on the hinges. “I just didn’t want him to harm himself or anyone else. Darren, could you take him home?”

“Of course, sir,” Darren replied when suddenly there was a loud crash of glass. All three men looked toward the SP car and they saw Officer Kent jumping out of the car.

Darren took off running towards it. “You fucking idiot! BT, chill the fuck out man! Christ!”

“Motherfucker,” Silas muttered under his breath. He walked over to the car to find his back seat, left-side window completely gone. All that remained was the glass scattered on the driveway. Brandon had kicked the window out and was now passed out.Brandon now remembered how that night had gone. Shit. He really didn’t remember what the fuck he was trying to accomplish with that.

And he hadn’t meant to kick out the SP car window, but he was extremely claustrophobic, a fact no one else knew about him, except the Commander.

He had developed that phobia living with his aunt and uncle. Brandon stared out into the dark while thinking about his life in Boston. When he was around 7 or 8 and first got punished for doing something…anything, his uncle would lock him in the linen closet.

It was a small, dark, thin closet with shelves. The bottom shelf was so low, that Brandon had to squeeze himself underneath and fold his legs up toward his chest.

The first time, he thought he was going to die. He couldn’t catch his breath, and he figured this was it. He would be leaving this world. But he didn’t die. Instead he got used to the small, tight space and learned to think of games to keep himself amused.

He’d count the different species of insects that would crawl through the small holes while he was in there. He would try to listen closely to cars outside and see if he could determine what kind they were. Brandon would try anything to keep from thinking of this dark hole. His own personal hell. One time his uncle left him in there for an entire day. He beat on the door until his hands bled.

Brandon shook the unpleasant memory from his mind. He had to get his shit together and fast. He was about to stand up when Darren pulled him back down.

“Can I say something without you biting my head off?” Darren asked.

Brandon rubbed his eyes and shook his head ‘yes’.

“I don’t understand. There are tons of other girls all around this place that would line up just to fuck a Navy Seal, especially some asshole like you since women tend to like that. So why the Commander’s daughter?” Darren asked, while flipping through his cell phone.

Brandon sat there for a moment thinking about that question. He really didn’t have a good answer. Or at least not one others would care to hear.

“I don’t know. I tried to stay away from her but–”

“Try harder,” Darren stated, interrupting him.

“Why? When everything tells me I want to be with her. My mind, my hea–”

“Your dick.”

Brandon turned to face Darren. “Man, fuck you. It’s not even like that.”

“But she’s the Commander’s daughter! Why couldn’t you just stay away from her?” Darren said, coming to his feet. He walked to the bottom of the stairs and looked back up at Brandon. He loved this guy like he would his own brother. But he didn’t understand him sometimes. Actually, most of the time.

He continued, “We grew up with her like she was our little sister. Those corny ass kid’s birthday parties and all. Yeah, okay, I’ll admit she’s legal now and fine as hell, but–”

“Just drop it,” Brandon said as he narrowed his eyes at Darren.

“No, I’m not going to drop it. For once in your life you’re going to listen to someone. I thought you liked the Commander?”

Brandon exhaled loudly, “I do like him. For a long time he was all I had.”

Darren shook his head laughing to himself, “Well you sure as hell have a funny way of showing your appreciation by screwing his teenage daughter.”

He watched as Brandon stood and flexed his jaw. He started slowly walking down the steps toward Darren. Darren knew that Brandon was pissed and ready to punch him the fuck out. He knew in a one on one situation, Brandon could kick his ass, hangover or not. They both knew it. But Darren was standing firm on this one.

“All I’m saying,” Darren tried to express in a calmer, lighter voice while putting his hands up, “is that she is young and maybe she’s already changed her mind, you know. I mean, has she come to see you? Or called you? With all of the technology out today, seems like she could have found away if she cared.”

That thought stopped Brandon in his tracks. Darren was right. Maybe she had already gotten over him in a month’s time. The Commander did say she wasn’t there. And she wasn’t home earlier that day either. Probably out having a good time while his dumb ass was getting arrested. He felt like a fool.

*******************

Sienna was so excited. Tonight was the veterans ball and she was hoping/praying that Brandon would show up. She couldn’t wait to see him. Just thinking about him showing up in his white dress uniform made her wet.

Her father had told Chris not to take his eyes off her, but she was determined to get away from him tonight. She liked Chris, but nothing was going to stop her tonight. She would have to be sneaky to keep her Spelman tuition together, but she could be sneaky when she had to be.

Brandon felt sick to his stomach. He didn’t want to come to the veterans ball. He hated shit like this. All of them in their Dress Whites looking like popsicles. This just wasn’t his scene. And most of all he hated that SHE was here. It had been almost a week since his little ‘incident’ at the Commander’s house. No doubt everyone on base had heard about it by now. But he didn’t care.

When he had seen her walk in, he felt like his heart stopped. She was wearing a thin white strapless gown that melted onto her curves and flared at her feet. She looked unbelievable. Like a bride. His bride. He squeezed the Corona in his hand, wishing like hell he could break the glass bottle and have it shatter in his hand to take his mind off the pain in his heart.

She fucking shows up here all smiles while she had yet to contact him. Not one fucking word from her. That’s alright he thought, as he turned to the redhead at his side. Rachel, his date. Since Sienna had obviously moved on, fuck her, so had he.

Sienna immediately scanned the room looking for him. When she spotted him over in the corner, she smiled so big and was about wave when she noticed the woman on his arm. The smile slid right off of Sienna’s face. She couldn’t be seeing this right. This had to be a friend or his long lost sister or something.

But her doubt was quickly corrected when he turned to the redhead and grabbed her chin roughly and kissed her.

Sienna felt like she was going to throw up. Suddenly, it got really humid in the room. She wondered if it was the tight corset she wore underneath the gown causing her to get light-headed. She felt like she couldn’t breathe.

So this is why he hadn’t come to rescue her. He had already moved on. All this time she had been fighting with her father and accepting his punishment, while he was no doubt fucking around. She felt like the world’s largest jackass.

She glanced back in his direction. He was sipping his bottle of beer while the redhead leaned her entire body into him. She couldn’t break down right now. She couldn’t lose it. Her body felt like she was moving a ton of weight with each step she and Chris took into the ballroom.

‘I can do this,’ Sienna thought to herself. She turned away from him and tried with all her might to block him out. Even though tears were stinging her eyes, she took a deep breath and tried to smile at the other guests passing by and saying ‘hi’.

Chris stood awkwardly beside her. He had seen how happy she had been until she glanced over toward the far corner of the room, and then her whole demeanor had changed. Chris had followed her eye line and had seen who he could only assume was BT or Brandon with some good looking red headed woman.

He was an intimidating looking guy. And not because of his size, because he was big but not that big. 6’3 or 6’4 Chris thought, which was only and inch or two taller than him. But there was something about him. The way he stared. Chris couldn’t figure out if his glare was aimed at Sienna or him.

Chris would never admit it to Sienna, but Brandon freaked him out. He had heard some tales from first year recruits about BT. They had tons of stories. All of the new recruits seemed to have a lot of respect for him.

Chris glanced at a teary eyed Sienna. He really liked her and he didn’t want to see her suffering like this. So even though he hated dancing, he asked her to dance. He had seen her wiping her face and she smiled at him and took his hand as he led her to the dance floor.

“When are you going to ask me to dance?” Rachel asked. Brandon really didn’t feel like dealing with her tonight. But he did like her and she was never one to pass up a party. They had some good times together drinking and fucking, but he hadn’t see her for quite some time. Until tonight, when he asked her to attend the ball with him.

He also liked Rachel because she wasn’t the needy type. Unlike April, Rachel knew when to go home. And the way he was feeling tonight, he’d need just that. Someone he could fuck and who would then leave him alone so he could wallow in his misery.

Every time that asshole put his hands around Sienna during a slow song, Brandon tensed up. He couldn’t help it. She had seemed surprised that he was there. Almost happy, but he couldn’t understand why. It’s not like she had been sitting at home waiting for him.

He hated her right then at that moment. She didn’t give a shit about him. That was apparent. If she had, she would have come to see him. Somehow she would have managed, instead of him looking like a drunk fucking lunatic cursing the Commander out in his own front yard. Fucking bitch!

Rachel was 5’10 so she was tall enough to rest her head against the shoulder of his tall frame. He grabbed another beer as the waiter passed by. Fuck, he’d get toasted again tonight. He and Rachel could play drunk strip poker like they did a few months back before Sienna came bombarding into his life like a wrecking ball.

Brandon felt Rachel’s tongue flick the bottom of his ear. He turned to her and kissed her quickly. She smiled back to him. ‘All’s fair in love and war,’ Brandon thought as he grabbed Rachel’s hand and led her out to the dance floor.

Sienna heard the bass drop in her favorite song, ‘Love in this club’ by Usher. Normally she would have been so happy, but she could barely muster a steady rhythm. Chris tried to twirl her in his arms, but she almost tripped over her dress when she saw Brandon and the red head on the dance floor.

They were about 15 feet from Sienna, but they might as well been standing right beside her. She tried to focus on Chris, but her eyes kept drifting to the couple dirty dancing.

Brandon grabbed Rachel’s ass and hiked her red dress up even further. She started grinding into him and running her hands down the length of his body while singing off key to the song.

The girl was all over Brandon, and Sienna started feeling sick again. What the fuck was wrong with him? Why would he do this to her?

Sienna put her arms around Chris’s neck and glanced at Brandon. He grinned in her direction and then took a sip from his beer while the red headed bitch turned around and bent over in front of him.

That was it! Sienna had seen enough. Obviously he was sleeping with this woman too. Sienna couldn’t believe she had fought with her father for damn near a month over this asshole.

“I’m sorry Chris, I need, I need–, I’m sorry, I have to get a second to…” was all she got out before she started to walk away. She wasn’t sure where she was going, but she had to go.

“Oh, no worries. Take your time,” Chris told her as he followed her off the dance floor.

Sienna hadn’t meant to do it, but she glanced at Brandon one more time. He was damn near making out with his date on the dance floor. She felt tears stinging her eyes again. She had to get out of there now.

She started walking up the giant winding staircase. This mansion was huge. Maybe she could get lost in it, she thought to herself. She scanned the artwork as she took a random hall leading toward the back of the house.

Bingo! She found an area upstairs with a powder room. She sat down on the pink cushy stool and stared at herself in the mirror. She grabbed a Kleenex and dabbed at the corner of her eyes and then laid her head down on the cool vanity top. She thought about the apology that she was going to have to deliver to her father tonight.

“You look beautiful,” a familiar deep voice said to her.

Sienna looked up and stared at him through the reflection in the mirror.

“What do you want?” she asked Brandon.

“You sure do move quickly. Think that kid was ready to propose to you,” he said with his white cap underneath his arm while sipping his drink.

Sienna spun around in her seat, “Fuck you!”

“Any time, any place.”

Sienna turned away from him and continued to pamper herself in the mirror. She couldn’t think when he looked at her like that.

“Chris is a great guy. He finished his first year at Annapolis and his father is a Vietnam hero and really big into charities. He’s sweet and considerate, which is nothing like you, actually,” she spat at him.

“Well, he’s close to your age, black and from a good family. Shit, I missed the boat on all of those. You’re right, he’s nothing like me,” Brandon retorted sarcastically as he walked closer to her.

“Stop right there! You know none of those reasons are why my father doesn’t want us together,” she said rising to her feet.

“Maybe not the race or family thing, but he does think I’m too old for you.”

“Well, in 2 or 3 years who really cares,” she quietly said.

Brandon walked over to Sienna and stood behind her. He got a chill thinking of what happened the last time they were in a bathroom together. That thought just made him feel like shit. He wanted to hurt her now.

“So, you going to show lil Chris a good time tonight?” Brandon whispered to her. “After all, I know how hot you can get if–”

Sienna stood up quickly and swung at him stopping him mid-sentence, but he had seen it coming. He grabbed her wrist and jerked her toward him.

Brandon stared down at her. Fuck, he was starting to get hard. She had the most beautiful brown doe eyes he’d ever seen. Her nose was tiny and round and her lips were soft and full. He could tell she was scared, but also excited.

But then the resentment started to build back up in his chest. She was going to pay.

He pushed her away.

Sienna stumbled back. She was two seconds from leaning up and kissing him until he had shoved her. She couldn’t believe she had almost given in that quickly.

“Why didn’t you make an effort to come see me?” Brandon vented.

“I did make an effort Brandon! I tried. My father wouldn’t–”

“Bullshit! You’re fucking 18 years old and you can’t stand up to your dad and tell him that you want to be with me?! Fuck you! I’ve seen you stomp your feet and snap your little spoiled fingers and get your way. If you WANTED to see me, you could have.”

“I tried! He took my phone, computer, credit cards and my car. Every form of communication I had! He wouldn’t even let me hang out with Lori. And then he threatened–”

“I damn near got arrested for your ass! Oh, boo fucking hoo he took your credit cards away!” Brandon yelled, interrupting her again. He was so pissed right now, he knew he should just walk away, but he couldn’t.

“You what?” Sienna asked. Arrested? Her father hadn’t mentioned anything to her about that. “So you came by the house then?” she asked with hope in her voice.

Brandon stared at her, his chest rising up and down quickly. He didn’t know if he wanted to choke her or fuck her at that moment. Or both.

“Yeah, I came by twice last week, while you weren’t there. You obviously had something…or someone more important to do,” he retorted, burning a hole through her with his eyes.

Sienna stopped to think about this new information. But still, his date was downstairs waiting for him. She was confused.

“Who’s the woman you’re with?” she asked as she turned back around to play with her hair some more.

“Who gives a shit?”

“I do,” she said. But Sienna couldn’t help herself. He had intentionally hurt her by bringing that other woman, and she wanted to wound him back.

“But never-mind actually, I don’t care who she is. I’ll be going home with Chris tonight anyway, and since my father won’t be coming home until late, Chris and I will have the whole place to ourselves.”

And she glanced up at him in the mirror, and slowly said, “Including my bedroom.”

In an instant she was being lifted off the stool and pushed into the wall. He grabbed both of her hands and pushed them into her chest, pinning them there. She could see the veins starting to surface from his neck.

His other hand lightly rested around her neck, and his thumb flexed over the base of her throat. Brandon felt his insides burning. Why did she do that to him? Why did she say these fucking comments that she knew would set him off?

“Sienna,” he warned in a low tone, narrowing his emerald eyes at her, “Don’t fuck with me.”

Sienna didn’t know if it was the way he was looking at her, or touching her, or how intense he was at the moment, but she strangely started to get turned on. She could feel the wetness between her legs.

Brandon knew he would never hurt her, but sometimes he wanted to pull her ass over his lap again and wear it out. The thought of her even entertaining the idea of that guy entering her bedroom, made his stomach turn. But Brandon was sick and frustrated with all of it.

So he let go, walked toward the door and turned to her.

“You know,” he said while in deep thought. “I believed you. When you told me you loved me, I believed you.”

“Brandon, I–” Sienna started.

“Don’t worry about it. We had a good few days, right? When you grow up, give me a call,” he said to her as he walked out.

Sienna couldn’t breathe again. She tried to avoid it as long as she could, but her chin started to quiver and then the tears started pouring down her face.

“Knock, knock,” Chris said while entering. He immediately froze when he saw her crying.

Sienna tried to turn her head away. She fanned her face and tried to smile through her blurry vision.

“Crap. Sorry, I’m a mess right now. And sorry it took me so long,” she apologized.

“Hey, no problem. It’s so boring down there anyway. But your father is about to make a speech. Are you okay?” he asked.

Sienna shook her head ‘yes’ but she couldn’t stop the tears. Chris walked over to her and handed her some tissue. She noticed him out of the corner of her eye staring at her.

“Was that BT leaving? That’s his name, right?” Chris asked. He had been about to enter when Brandon rushed out of the room and slowed in his tracks when he saw Chris approaching. The two men stared at each other for a moment. But then Brandon turned and walked away.

She shook her head again as she blew into the tissue.

“Oh. Hey look, this is none of my business, but this relationship doesn’t seem all that healthy to me,” he said.

“It’s complicated,” was all Sienna was able to say.

“Okay. Is it alright that I’m with you?” Chris asked. “I only wonder because I heard he can be a little crazy and I just don’t want him to come back in here and kill me or anything, you know,” Chris laughed nervously.Sienna didn’t say anything. Not because Brandon would try to kill him, but because thinking of him made her miserable. She wished this night would just end. Second party ruined by that bastard.

Chris continued, “I did hear this one time that they were on a co-op and BT was trapped by like 3 guys, and they were dunking his head in this barrel of water and trying to choke him with a rope! And BT grabbed his knife even though his head was submerged, stabbed the guy to his left, slit the other guy’s throat, and the one who had the rope around his neck, flipped him then choked him with his own rope!”

Chris’s face lit up when recalling those details he had learned from another Seal just that night while waiting on Sienna to return.

Sienna’s heart was beating so fast as Chris was listing the details of Brandon’s almost death. Jesus, she wished he would get out of that Navy. She needed to quit thinking about him.

She tried to remain calm. “And you believe that?”

“Well, I’m sure some of it is a little exagerrated, but BT is supposed to be freaking insane when it comes to hand to hand combat. I would love to see him in action,” Chris stated with a big smile.

But Sienna noticed his face drop after he apparently thought about it for a second. She couldn’t help but smile when she realized that Chris was probably thinking, actually he DOESN’T want to see it personally. But she needed a minute to herself. She needed a minute to process everything that had happened.

“Chris, I just need a second. I promise, I’ll be done really soon,” she said.

“Sure, of course. And, hey, I didn’t mean to jump in your business like that. I just heard about him and thought it was an interesting story. But I’ll see you downstairs, princess,” Chris answered. He gave her a quick kiss on the cheek and walked out.

Sienna cleaned up her face and turned off the light to the powder room. She was about to walk out when out of nowhere a hand came over her mouth and someone lifted her from behind. She tried to kick and scream but she seemed weak compared to the strong bands around her waist and mouth.

The person who had her trapped, drug her backwards further into the dark mansion. Finally the intruding figure released her. She gasped and was about to take off running when her captor grabbed her and swung her around.

She came face to face with Brandon. He put his finger to his lips to silence her, and she immediately closed her mouth. He grabbed her hand and led her back to a set of stairs that led down to the kitchen. They walked out of the back door and around the house to the valet stand.

When they brought Brandon’s Jeep around, he opened the door for Sienna. He hadn’t said a word to her, so she hesitated for a second. But truthfully, he didn’t have to say anything. She would have followed him regardless.

She pulled her dress up and got in. Brandon grabbed her seat belt and leaned across her to fasten it. His hair was so close to her face while he was reaching to find the buckle, she could smell the clean soap he had used. She closed her eyes and inhaled.

When the seat belt was properly snapped in, she opened her eyes as Brandon pulled back. She captured his eyes for a few seconds and everything that needed to be said between the two of them was said.

He leaned over and kissed her. A soft and tender kiss only on her lips.

Brandon walked around to the driver’s side of the Jeep and got in. Neither one said a word as he pulled out of the driveway.

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Jackson had tried to enjoy himself at the veterans ball. He didn’t particularly care for these types of events. But as Commander he was expected to show and give a speech. He had kept a close watch on his daughter most of the evening, but was called away by some other officers and then was to be on stage when an award was given out to a Veteran.

Towards the end of his speech, he glanced at a nervous Chris down on the floor. He searched the crowd looking for Sienna. She was nowhere in sight.

Then he searched the crowd looking for Brandon. All he saw was the red headed woman dancing with another Seal. But no Brandon. Fuck!

When Jackson stepped down off the stage finally, Chris ran up to him.

“Commander Branson, may I have a word, sir?” Chris asked.

“Where is she?” Jackson asked, already dreading that answer.

Jackson and Chris stepped a few feet away.

“Um, I’m not sure, sir,” Chris stated nervously.

“What? What do you mean you’re not sure? I thought you two had been dancing,” Jackson asked, searching the large room for his daughter again, knowing in the pit of his stomach that she wasn’t there.

“Well, we were, but then she excused herself upstairs. It took her a while so I followed her up there and she said she would be down in a few minutes. But she never did come down. I stood by the bottom of the steps.”

Chris didn’t know much about BT, but he felt ratting on him wouldn’t be the wisest thing to do. But he was sure Sienna was with him. That hurt a bit. He and Sienna weren’t dating or anything, but he had hoped maybe by summer’s end they could have become an item.

Jackson sighed. He was sick and tired. He wanted to go home. Damn that boy, as he thought of Brandon.

Jackson walked outside and went to retrieve his car from valet and Chris followed. As he was waiting on them to bring it around, he thought back on how he had found out about Brandon and Sienna’s relationship. He had already suspected something was going on while he was in the hospital, but a conversation he overheard a month ago, confirmed his suspicion.

He had been heading out of the office that day. Jackson had only been out of the hospital for 2 days, but he felt restless at home and wanted to put in some hours on base. He still had a lot on his mind.

He always wanted to think the best of Brandon, even when others said he was too unpredictable. But Jackson had never had a problem with him. Sure there were a few bumps and mishaps along the road but overall, he was a good kid who had been through some rough times.

As he was walking out he noticed a light on in the left 23rd conference room. He also smelled contraband. Damn kids. He rounded the corner and heard them talking. He was about to tell them to knock it off and get back out of the conference room, when he heard Sienna’s name.

He peeped around the corner and saw bright red hair which he knew belonged to Terry. One of his men. And a new guy, John.

“What? How long?” John asked.

“Not sure, but I heard Brandon’s been hitting it every night, lucky bastard,” Terry answered back while passing the joint to John.

“Man, is she hot?”

“Oh, you never got to see her at her birthday party. Shit man…she was wearing this little sexy dress. I wanted to bend her over the fucking punch table and fu–” was all Terry got out before the Commander cleared his throat.

They both stood at attention immediately, dropping the joint to the ground and smashing it quickly.

Jackson stared at both men for a few seconds. He then reached down to the floor and picked up the butt and threw it in the trash bin.

“At ease, gentlemen,” Jackson said. His heart and head felt heavy. Men on his base were talking about his baby girl in this manner. And it was all because of Brandon. And he had known it but just didn’t want to believe it.

He turned around and walked out feeling like a ton of lead was in his shoes that day.

When the valet brought his car around, he was headed in the direction of Brandon’s house. Chris seemed nervous but he didn’t say anything.

But then, Jackson thought about it. He really didn’t want another confrontation. He had to think of a different method. So he turned off on the road to his house instead.

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When Brandon and Sienna reached his house he turned off the engine. Both sat there quietly not saying a word. They hadn’t said a word on the car ride over either.

Only thing that had exchanged between them was when Brandon had grabbed her hand and brought it to his lips. He softly kissed it while keeping his eyes on the road. Then he locked their fingers together and held her hand all they way back to his house, only letting go when he needed to change gears.

Brandon got out first and opened Sienna’s door. The two walked hand in hand up the stairs, and then he led her inside. Sienna was as giddy as a school girl. She could barely conceal her smile. In her eyes at this moment, he was perfect.

Inside he closed the door and turned to her. He began to shower her with more kisses. His lips traced every inch of her neck. She started feeling dizzy again.

He turned her around and began unbuttoning the back of her tight white dress. When he reached the last button, she shimmied out of the white gown as it fell to the floor. She stepped out of it and turned to face him.

Brandon was so hard at that moment, he knew he was tent-poling his pants. She stood there in front of him wearing a white corset with lace white thong. Her breasts were pushed up like they were sitting on a tray just for him. His mouth started watering.

But he refused to rush this. He would never treat her like he had before. She was too fucking special for that.

Brandon walked up to her and stared hard into her eyes. Sienna started getting nervous again. Then before she could even think he swooped her up in his arms and started walking toward his bedroom. This excited and scared her. She knew he was strong, but he was acting like she didn’t weigh anything. She wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face into his chest.

When he reached his room, he gently deposited her on his bed like she was a precious jewel. He straddled her and slowly began to pull at the lace strings holding her corset together. Her breathing sped up.

“Are you okay? Tell me if you want me to stop,” Brandon whispered above her.

Sienna shook her head. “No, I want you. I love you, Brandon,” she whispered back.

That was all he needed to hear.

He removed the rest of her top and gently started to slide her panties down her smooth legs. After every few inches he kissed where the fabric had been until he his lips reached her toes. He sucked her big toe into his mouth and she giggled and placed her hand over her mouth.

That caused Brandon to chuckle. Then he kissed the balls of her feet and slid the panties completely off.

She watched as he stuffed her thong into the pocket of his dress pants. Then he stared down at her beautiful naked body. She wasn’t so shy this time. Her hands were out to the side leaving him a perfect view of everything. He quickly removed his jacket and dress shirt.

He leaned over her again and kissed a trail from her neck to her lips. Sienna leaned up and gently pushed him on his back. She got on top of him and started kissing his chest. She sucked a nipple into her mouth and lightly bit.

She heard him moan something. His hands were warm and hard and roaming up and down her body as she continued to kiss down his toned stomach.

She finally reached his lower region and pulled his pants off in a few quick jerks. She leaned back over him and placed his cock in her mouth. She sucked him up and down for three strokes before she removed her mouth and straddled his dick. Sienna started to lower herself down on his cock. She closed her eyes, and with each inch she took of him she winced a bit with pleasure and pain.

He felt so good entering her body. When she finally lowered herself all the way down, she took a minute to let her body adjust. Once it had, she was ready to go.

She started to roll her hips back and forth. It was driving Brandon crazy. He stared up at her. She leaned her head back and continued to ride him. Her beautiful heaving breasts were lightly bouncing up and down with each sway of her hips.

He reached both of his hands up to cup her tits. She opened her eyes and placed her hands on top of his. She started to move faster bouncing up and down.

“Uh, Brandon, fuck..oh, oh…” was all that could escape her lips. She removed her hands from his and placed them on his stomach to brace herself. She could feel her pussy tingling. Oh, she was so close.

“That’s it baby, come for me. Now,” Brandon growled up at her. He could feel her pussy tighten around him.

Right on cue Sienna began to half pant, half scream while she closed her eyes and her body shook. She barely had time to recover when Brandon leaned up with her on his lap. He pulled her up while he got to his knees and held onto her extremely tight.

Sienna felt she couldn’t breathe while Brandon began to fuck her hard. His cock was moving so fast in and out of her that for about fifteen seconds she didn’t think she had taken a breath. Her head was getting light. She started feeling the tingling again. But this one was much more powerful.

“Ooohhhh….Brandon!!! My, my..uhh,” were her last words as her eyes rolled back and she felt like she had swallowed her tongue.

Brandon continued to pump in and out of her pussy. He was about twenty seconds from blowing his load. But by this point Sienna was done. She was limp in his arms. He started to kiss her, but she couldn’t even kiss him back.

He pulled her head up,”Look at me, baby.”

Sienna slowly opened her eyes.

“Tell me you love me,” Brandon demanded.

Sienna could barely think at that moment. She was sweating, and her head was spinning.

“Now! Tell me you love me,” Brandon growled fucking her even harder now.

“I, uh..God. I love you, Brandon. I love you,” was all that she was able to whisper, before he pushed her on her back and came.

“Fuck! Oooh, shit!” Brandon cursed as his semen coated the walls in her pussy. Their chests were so melded into each other that Brandon swore he was feeling her heart beat and not his own. He knew he was holding her too tight but he wasn’t ready to let go. Ever.

Finally, Sienna opened her sleepy eyes. She smiled up at him as he began to kiss her. A few seconds later she closed her eyes. And Brandon felt sleep hit him too. He rolled off of her and fell into the most comfortable sleep he had in years with her lying right beside him.

When Brandon awoke, he stared down at her. She was lying on her back with her naked body exposed to him. She was so beautiful. He leaned down and gently kissed her lips. She stirred for a moment, but fell back to sleep.

His eyes scanned over her body and rested on her toned, flat stomach. A rush of emotions hit him at that moment. He lightly brushed his finger tips over her skin, circling her belly button. He knew that there was a real possibility that she could be carrying his child. He knew that after the first time he had sex with her, and even still he never wore a condom.

The idea of fatherhood used to scare the shit out of him. He was always the first to suggest a Jimmy, no ands, ifs or buts. Even if it meant a cold shower was necessary. But with Sienna, she never mentioned it to him, and he wanted to come inside her. In a strange way, he felt as though he were marking his territory. Claiming her as his own.

Brandon smiled at the idea of being a father. He wondered what kind he would be. He actually had nothing to base it on other than how the Commander had treated him all these years. Fuck…the Commander. Guilt was starting to creep back into his mind. He hadn’t meant to lose his temper that badly a week ago.

He had said some things he shouldn’t have, but he felt so lost without Sienna. And he felt hurt and betrayed by the Commander. To kick him out and take his heart away from him. Brandon felt that he had hit rock bottom. But he needed to quit thinking about it.

She was here with him now, in his bed, in his life…and that was all that mattered.

He pulled Sienna closer to him and wrapped his arm around her, and drifted back to sleep.

After finally waking up and making love one more time, they decided to leave the bedroom and sit on the couch so their bodies could rest.

Sienna was wearing an old New England Patriots shirt of his while lying on one end of Brandon’s couch and he was on the other, shirtless. His eyes were glued on ESPN2 watching an old re-run of a pro basketball championship. Sienna smiled. He was so into the game. She started wiggling her foot near his crotch, brushing lightly along the sides of his dick.

He smiled and squirmed in his seat but tried not to take his eyes off the game. Sienna felt this was the beginning of her own game. She leaned up and crawled down the couch towards him and straddled his lap. He glanced at her and flashed a dangerous smile, but then turned back to the TV.

Sienna unzipped his pants but didn’t unbuckle them. Instead she reached her hand into the opening of his dress pants. She grabbed his thick member and started massaging it.

Brandon tried not to look at her so he could win this little game of hers, but his eyes closed. He started unconsciously moving his hips. Damn, it felt so good. He would have to lose. He reached up to kiss her and pull her body further on top of him.

Sienna passionately kissed him back and just when his dick was rock hard, she pulled herself out of his grasp and quickly hopped off the couch and ran behind it.

Brandon’s eyes flew open.

“Oh, no you fucking don’t!” he said as he jumped up. Sienna burst into a fit of giggles. She was proud of her work.

“That’s what you get for watching TV over me,” she said teasing him folding her arms across her chest.

Brandon started to slowly walk around the left side of the couch, so Sienna skipped in the opposite direction. She started getting shivers down her spine. Brandon was staring at her with this intense look of concentration. ‘Shit’ she thought as he began crouching down.

Brandon launched around the corner of the couch. Sienna screamed and jumped. She tried to run but she barely got two feet before Brandon grabbed her from behind around the waist. He pulled her back so fast they both lost balance.

Brandon pulled her down on top of him as he fell over the back of the couch. They hit the couch with a thud and were on their way to rolling off. He tried to stop her from hitting the ground first so he stuck his arm out and fell on his side with her tucked safely under the other arm.

“Ouch, fuck!” he yelled.

Sienna was laughing so hard she couldn’t breathe. She tried to catch her breath but she couldn’t control herself. She heard Brandon laughing behind her. She leaned up while Brandon rolled on his back. She straddled him again.

“How did you get to me so fast?” Sienna asked, staring down at him.

“Because I’m fast,” he answered with a smile while rubbing the top of her thighs.

“I think I could do it,” Sienna mumbled to herself.

“Do what?”

“Be a Navy Seal,” she answered.

Brandon laughed out loud.

“What?” Sienna asked with her brow furrowed.

“First off, you can’t be a Seal. No dick. So, sorry gorgeous. And secondly, if by some miracle you made it through training…you’d distract the hell out of everyone.”

“Whatever. And as far as training, I’m pretty athletic. My body is in good shape and very flexible, thank you!”

Brandon smiled at her, “I know exactly how in shape and flexible your body is and let’s just keep your workouts horizontal and with me, okay?”

Sienna laughed and punched him in the shoulder. “Asshole.”

“See, right there! That was a weak ass punch, baby,” he said while dodging another blow from her.

“Well, teach me how to do it right,” she commanded as she got off of him and stood.

“What will you give me if I do?” Brandon asked, placing his hands behind his head.

Sienna put her hands on her hips and cocked her head. “Well, what do you want?”

“Oh baby, you have no idea what I want from you. But all in good time. But for now, I’ll take a date. You and me on an official date.”

Sienna smiled. “Deal.”

Brandon stood up from the floor and stretched his arms upward.”Alright, you wanna learn a punching combo or a defense move?” he asked.

“Hmm, I’ll take the defense move. Like if someone were attacking me, what should I do to escape?”

Brandon walked over to her. “First thing you do is punch with your right arm.”

Sienna listened and followed instructions.

He continued, “Then you follow through with your right foot.” Sienna placed her right foot out.

“Then if your attacker grabs your right arm, and swings behind you, you bend over taking them with you.”

When Brandon grabbed her arm and pulled her back to his chest, Sienna stuck her ass in his groin and bent over with all her might pulling his arms over her shoulder just like he had said.

Sienna paused for a moment wondering how the hell this was supposed to stop someone from attacking her.

“Hey, this doesn’t look like any defensive position that I’m aware of,” Sienna said noticing her compromising situation.

“No, but I got you right where I want you,” Brandon laughed.

She had been duped. “Asshole!” she screamed at him again trying to struggle out of his vice grip. The more she struggled the tighter he held her and laughed. Finally, she had to give in.

“Sienna,” he whispered into her ear no longer laughing.

She turned her head to the side, “What?”

“I love you.”

Sienna froze. She was not expecting that. She was not expecting to hear those words leave his beautiful lips. Damn, she was floored.

“I just wanted you to know that. It killed me tonight seeing you with that other guy,” Brandon said while turning her around in his arms. He stared down into those sexy eyes which were starting to glisten over. He leaned down and kissed her.

Sienna was so in love with this man. She didn’t care what it took this time, she was going to be with him.

“I love you more,” she whispered right back to him breaking their kiss.

“Not possible, but thanks anyway,” he laughed against her lips.

And just like that, she was horny again. His body pressed so tightly against hers started making her wet. She pushed away from him, pulled the shirt over her head, turned around, bent over, and braced her hands on his couch.

“So, I thought you were going to teach me a real defensive move,” she said, wiggling her bare ass at him.

She glanced over her shoulder, watching him stare at her ass, but then he looked her in the eyes.

“Sienna, you just don’t know what you’re asking for,” he said in a serious tone.

Brandon walked up behind her and ran his hand down her silky honey-brown skin. He leaned over her and then ran his hands underneath her until he reached her tits and he lightly squeezed them.

Sienna felt her pussy dampen even more. She started wiggling her ass into his pants-covered groin. She needed it now!

He leaned up and smacked her ass two good times. One on each cheek.

Brandon dropped his pants and was about to send her into another world when there was a sudden knock on his door.

“Go away!” Brandon yelled while still positioning his cock toward her pussy.

“Brandon, sir, open up. It’s SP,” he heard someone’s muffled voice call out. SP? What the fuck did Shore Patrol want with him? Again!

“What the fuck?” he mumbled to himself. He pulled his pants back up and grabbed his shirt off the floor and handed it to her to put back on.

Sienna stood up and quickly pulled the large shirt back over her. She didn’t know who it was that would cause him to stop, but she started getting nervous.

Brandon walked over and opened the door and noticed there were 3 Shore Patrol Officers. One old, one young and one hefty.

“What can I help you with, gentlemen?” he asked.

“Brandon, we need you to come with us,” the heavier set SP Officer said with his hand on his gun.

Brandon scanned the nervous men’s faces. I guess they had heard about his reputation and were expecting him to be difficult. He looked back in his living room at Sienna. She looked worried.

“BT, what’s wrong?” she asked.

He just smiled at her. “It’s fine, baby.” He closed the door and turned back to the officers.

“Am I being accused of something?” he asked.

“Yes sir. You are being–” the youngest of the officers started to say, until he was immediately silenced by the heavy set one.

“He doesn’t have the right to know that! And we don’t have the authority to tell him. We just have to take him in,” the chubby one chided to his partner.

Brandon folded his arms across his chest. “If you want me to come in quietly, you are going to have to tell me what the fuck I did.”

The three of them looked back and forth between each other trying to figure out what exactly would be the easiest and least painful solution for all involved.

The chubby one looked uncomfortable, but he finally spoke up. “Well sir, you are being charged with statutory rape and sexual assault.”

Brandon almost choked. “What?!”

“Um, well we were ordered to bring you in because of allegations that you had sexual intercourse with Commander Branson’s daughter, Ms. Sienna Branson, when she was underage and allegations that you forced her…” chubby said, but stopping when he noticed the look on Brandon’s face.

Brandon’s mouth dropped. His blood was past boiling point. He felt his entire face and ears flush red. So the Commander wanted to play this low fucking game. Brandon knew what he had to do to win this. He closed his eyes and reached all the way back to his childhood and teenage years. He was pulling from the BT that lived in South Boston and could make you sorry as hell if you crossed him.

When Brandon opened his eyes he saw the younger officer pull out some handcuffs. Brandon cracked his neck. First the right side then the left. He walked down the steps, turned around so they could cuff him and said, “Let’s fucking go.”