Brant was right; there’s really no one on the road. It takes a little over twenty minutes to get to his house and we only pass three cars, one of them a cop who decided to pull out and follow me for a while.
I haven’t been to his house enough to remember where to pull in, so Brant has to tell me. As soon as I’m rolling up the driveway I know leads to his house, I feel like I’m home. It’s more than a little alarming how attached I am to everything that belongs to this man given he’s clearly only interested in fucking me, not being with me.
It would be easier to let go if I believed he really felt that way, but I know why he won’t be with me, and I know it’s all my own stupid fault. I wish I could rewind time, go back to that first night I crossed a line with Theo, and undo it. I don’t know how else I would have met Brant, but at least if I could have somehow, he wouldn’t have felt like he couldn’t be with me. I wish I would’ve given my virginity to him instead. I wish if someone was going to get me pregnant, it would have been him, not Theo.
I can’t stand that something I regret so much, something that only hurt me and was a bad experience all around might be the thing that costs me something I want so much. Maybe I deserve that for being so stupid and letting it happen in the first place, but it seems a high price to have to pay for a mistake that didn’t hurt anyone but me.
I sigh heavily as I put Brant’s truck in park and kill the engine. He grabs my dress and climbs out the passenger side. I grab his keys and the little purse I brought with me then climb down from the driver’s side.
Brant’s already around to my side by the time my feet hit the ground. He shakes his head at me like he’s amused by watching me climb down from the giant truck.
“What?” I demand, closing the door and moving away from the vehicle.
“You’re so tiny,” he tells me.
“I’m normal-sized; your truck is big.”
I follow him up to his front door. He fumbles a bit with the keys but finally manages to get it unlocked so we can get inside. Scout greets us immediately, his little butt wagging as he cheerfully wiggles and licks at both of us, so excited he doesn’t seem to know what to do first.
“Hey, boy.” I kneel down so I can hug his neck. “I missed you, too.”
While I reunite with my puppy pal, Brant heads to the kitchen, presumably to get him some food. Once Scout calms down, I lead him in there, conscious of the way we’re walking in the shadows of my first night here.
After Scout eats, Brant lets him outside to go potty, then he makes his way over to me, leaning in the doorway.
“You sure look pretty bathed in moonlight.”
I smile, wrapping my arms around his neck and leaning my body against his. “You sure look handsome in any available lighting.”
He cracks a smile, then tilts his head and steals a lazy kiss that nevertheless ignites my sexual desire. Heat travels through my veins, warming my skin and sending a flush creeping up my body. The flush deepens when he dips his head and drags his lips along the sensitive column of my neck. He hasn’t shaved in a couple days, and I suck in a breath as his stubble scrapes my sensitive flesh.
“You’re such a good kisser,” I tell him, a little breathless.
“You’re good at being kissed,” he murmurs.
That shouldn’t thrill me so much. It’s barely even a compliment, but I take it to mean he likes kissing me, and that fills me up with all kinds of hope. I also just love the idea that he likes the way I naturally respond to him. It furthers my thought that we could be so good together if only he’d let us.
Brant keeps kissing me all over, so I’m a ball of putty in his hands by the time Scout comes back inside.
We go upstairs and Brant takes me straight to his room. He doesn’t turn the lights on, just takes my things and puts them aside, then grabs the hem of my nightgown and tugs it up over my head.
“Take your panties off,” he tells me, looking down at them.
I lick my lips and bend to push them down, watching him the whole time. Once my pussy is exposed to him, he seems to relax. He grabs my hips and tugs me against his body. He’s still fully clothed while I’m completely naked, but he kisses me like he’s about to fuck me anyway, walking me backward until my legs are pressed against the side of his mattress.