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didn’t know. I thought... ” he began. I quickly shut him up. There was no way in hell that anyone would ever get the impression that I took Johnny back.
“Johnny and I aren’t together. I mean, y es, he is here but he was drunk. Then I took a bath, while he… shit... that didn’t sound very good either, did it?”
I laughed as I tried not to fuck up anymore words. What was it about this guy? He made me babble on, like a little school girl. Unnerving . He grinned back at me. It was a big goofy grin that made my damp legs a little too warm and I quickly tried to dry off the wetness with my robe, but to no avail. That was the only action that either of us made. I still had no idea why he was here and so we stood there staring at each other like fucking idiots. I didn’t know what the hell to do next.
I cleared my throat and waved him in with the hope that he would make his intentions clear behind the privacy of the door.
“Just... come in,” I finally said on an exhale. He was a human being. A fine human being but nonetheless, he was just a guy. I could have company. Johnny was company and we weren’t doing anything inappropriate. Nevertheless, where was the first place I drew him into?
I led Brennan back to the bedroom because I might get to fuck him after all. I closed the door quietly, because obviously, I did not want to wake Johnny from his alcohol induced sleep. I was being considerate of Johnny. That was the story I was telling Brennan and myself.
EIGHT
Brennan shadowed me into the big hotel bedroom and as he perused the room he rubbed the beanie off of his head. No flat hair head. In fact when he tore that beanie off, hair sprung to life. A plethora of black curls were shiny, thick, and wrapped around his striking face. I was immediately jealous of his no frizz hair. I spent so much money on products to preserve my straight hair. Some mornings, I had knots that were so bad that I could grow dreadlocks from them. Guys had it so good. Brennan’s hair was the epitome of perfect hair. I itched to run my fingers through those long locks.
I turned into his personal space and placed my hands on his chest. I noticed his heart started to pump harder at my touch and he smiled softly, as he regarded my hands. He really liked my hands on him. Thank God.
“Why are you here, Brennan Curtis?” I seductively probed. There could be only one reason why he was here. He wanted to bag the lead singer of LSP and I was ready to let him try. What he didn’t know was that my abilities would make him feel all of me on my own terms. Johnny reminded me only an hour ago just how good I was at taking care of a man.
Brennan looked into my eye s with confusion taking over his pupils. He placed his hands on top of mine. He wasn’t giving off the horny vibe that I was used to. He was courteous and had better manners than the other guys. I didn’t understand why. I tried to get back into my sexual confident self, as he held my hands, and only my hands. He wasn’t touching me anywhere else. And w hy the hell not?
“I think there is something special here,” he said soundly, taking one hand off of mine to motion the space between us.
“Special, huh?” I smirked, as I started to brush my lips against his. They radiated sweetness and inviting warmth. They were soft, but I could feel the trillion muscles in them as they started to flex upon my lips.
Holy shit. The. Best. Kiss. Ever.
As I deepened the kiss, Brennan’s lips were definitely special. The purposeful melding of them made me want more of his muscles. My hand found his abs and as I started to move lower, his hand firmly grabbed my fingers, and he took one full step back from me. I was left there with my lips still lingering into dead space and I was totally fucking confused. What the fuck just happened?
“What are you doing, Julia?” Brennan asked taken aback.
“What are you doing, Brennan?” I asked, at the same time. We both smiled in unison. I stepped
“Johnny and I aren’t together. I mean, y es, he is here but he was drunk. Then I took a bath, while he… shit... that didn’t sound very good either, did it?”
I laughed as I tried not to fuck up anymore words. What was it about this guy? He made me babble on, like a little school girl. Unnerving . He grinned back at me. It was a big goofy grin that made my damp legs a little too warm and I quickly tried to dry off the wetness with my robe, but to no avail. That was the only action that either of us made. I still had no idea why he was here and so we stood there staring at each other like fucking idiots. I didn’t know what the hell to do next.
I cleared my throat and waved him in with the hope that he would make his intentions clear behind the privacy of the door.
“Just... come in,” I finally said on an exhale. He was a human being. A fine human being but nonetheless, he was just a guy. I could have company. Johnny was company and we weren’t doing anything inappropriate. Nevertheless, where was the first place I drew him into?
I led Brennan back to the bedroom because I might get to fuck him after all. I closed the door quietly, because obviously, I did not want to wake Johnny from his alcohol induced sleep. I was being considerate of Johnny. That was the story I was telling Brennan and myself.
EIGHT
Brennan shadowed me into the big hotel bedroom and as he perused the room he rubbed the beanie off of his head. No flat hair head. In fact when he tore that beanie off, hair sprung to life. A plethora of black curls were shiny, thick, and wrapped around his striking face. I was immediately jealous of his no frizz hair. I spent so much money on products to preserve my straight hair. Some mornings, I had knots that were so bad that I could grow dreadlocks from them. Guys had it so good. Brennan’s hair was the epitome of perfect hair. I itched to run my fingers through those long locks.
I turned into his personal space and placed my hands on his chest. I noticed his heart started to pump harder at my touch and he smiled softly, as he regarded my hands. He really liked my hands on him. Thank God.
“Why are you here, Brennan Curtis?” I seductively probed. There could be only one reason why he was here. He wanted to bag the lead singer of LSP and I was ready to let him try. What he didn’t know was that my abilities would make him feel all of me on my own terms. Johnny reminded me only an hour ago just how good I was at taking care of a man.
Brennan looked into my eye s with confusion taking over his pupils. He placed his hands on top of mine. He wasn’t giving off the horny vibe that I was used to. He was courteous and had better manners than the other guys. I didn’t understand why. I tried to get back into my sexual confident self, as he held my hands, and only my hands. He wasn’t touching me anywhere else. And w hy the hell not?
“I think there is something special here,” he said soundly, taking one hand off of mine to motion the space between us.
“Special, huh?” I smirked, as I started to brush my lips against his. They radiated sweetness and inviting warmth. They were soft, but I could feel the trillion muscles in them as they started to flex upon my lips.
Holy shit. The. Best. Kiss. Ever.
As I deepened the kiss, Brennan’s lips were definitely special. The purposeful melding of them made me want more of his muscles. My hand found his abs and as I started to move lower, his hand firmly grabbed my fingers, and he took one full step back from me. I was left there with my lips still lingering into dead space and I was totally fucking confused. What the fuck just happened?
“What are you doing, Julia?” Brennan asked taken aback.
“What are you doing, Brennan?” I asked, at the same time. We both smiled in unison. I stepped
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