Chapter Twenty-Three - Teasing at breakfast

Skyla

I had gotten up early to make breakfast for Brandon and me. It is my way of saying sorry. I still feel guilty about what happened. I should have asked him rather than jumping to conclusions. I hate how I struggle to trust people now because of my ex. I am surprised Brandon didn’t walk out.

One good thing it came out of it all was that we know where we stand now. However, if we continue, it will probably be harder to leave and return home. I can worry about that when the time comes.

I am making pancakes. I had some music on, but the volume was low, so it didn’t wake Brandon up. I enjoy music when I cook. I dance around as I prep. I hope everything will be okay between us this morning. We discussed it last night, but he could feel different when he wakes up after sleeping on it.

I hear a chuckle coming from behind me and instantly stop dancing. The heat rises on my cheeks, and I slowly turn around. Brandon is standing by the kitchen door.

“Um, how long have you been there?”

“Not long. Why didn’t you wake me, sweetness? I woke up to an empty bed and wondered where you had gone too.” He pouts.

“Sorry. I want to get up early and make breakfast. My way of saying sorry.” I whisper.

Brandon sighs and makes his way to me. I wasn’t sure what to make of the sigh. The second he is close enough to reach me, he grabs my hip and brings me to him.

“You have no reason to be sorry, gorgeous. We sorted it all last night, so please stop feeling guilty, okay?” he says firmly.

I smile and nod, “I will try. Promise.”

Brandon claims my lips in a rough kiss. I moan and run my fingers down his bare chest. He groans into the kiss and walks me backwards. My back hits the counter, and he lifts me, placing me on top of it. He takes his place between my legs.

Brandon backs away from my lips and places them on my neck. He leaves a trail of soft kisses, and it is enough to drive me crazy.

“Fuck, angel, I have missed you these last few days.” He breathes out and sinks his teeth into the skin.

I cry out, “I missed you too.”

I entangle my fingers in his hair as he continues to dance along my neck. My entire body is craving him.

“After breakfast, you are all mine,” he growls and grabs my thighs roughly.

“Why after?” I protest.

He chuckles and glances at me, “Because we need to eat first. You will need the energy because we have days to make up for, and I plan to do that.”

He presses his lips roughly to mine, only for a second and then puts a distance between us.

“But you have gotten me all fired up.” I protest.

A sly look covers his face.

“Good! You still to wait, though.”

I groan in frustration, and he laughs at me. I stick my tongue out at him, hop down and turn back to making breakfast. Brandon comes up behind me and slips his arms around me from behind.

He kisses over my shoulders, “Can I help, gorgeous?”

“Yes. You can go stand somewhere else, out of my way, because you aren’t helping my horniness right now.” I complain.

“Yes, ma’am.” He mocks.

He swats my ass and puts a distance between us. He heads over to start a fresh pot of coffee, and I concentrate on what I am doing. He is such a distraction at times. The damn, sexy, beautiful man.

I finally managed to finish cooking. I put the pancakes onto a plate and carried them to the table, which I had already set out. There is chocolate spread, syrup and some fresh fruit already there.

Brandon appears at my side, “This looks amazing, kitten. Thank you.” He kisses my cheek softly.

We sat at the table, me across from him. We helped ourselves to the food, putting what we wanted on it. An idea came to mind. I think it is time for me to tease him back after he got me all fired up.

I pop a bit of pancake into my mouth and groan loudly. I see Brandon’s grip tightened on his fork and knife. I smirk and do it again with my second bite, slowly licking my lips.

“Skyla!” he warns.
I meet his eyes and smile sweetly, “Yes, babe?”

“Don’t act all sweet. I know your game.”

“I don’t know what you mean. I am only enjoying my food.” I shrug.

He gives me a firm look, but I don’t react. I do the same thing again, only deeper and louder. He calmly sets his cutlery down and stares at me.

“Everything okay?” I ask softly and bite my lower lip.

“Come here, right fucking now,” he demands, gripping onto the edge of the table.

It is too easy for me to tease him.

I smirk and shake my head, “No, thanks. I am fine here.”

I watch lust flash in his eyes, and his jaw clenches.

“Now, Skyla.” He growls out.

I push my seat back and stand. I can tell Brandon is trying his best not to look too smug because I am doing as he asked. Well, he thinks I am. I am not. I smile sweetly and walk away from the table.

“Skyla, where are you going?” he calls after me.

I didn’t answer and disappeared to the bathroom. I lock the door behind me. I don’t need it; I just want to mess with him a little longer. I make sure to stay in it for a couple of minutes before strolling back through.

Brandon is not in his seat. He is resting against the side of the table with his arms folded over his chest.

“Don’t make me ask you again, angel.”

“Or what?”

I love to push his buttons. He steps closer to me.

“Don’t push me, sweetness,”

His breathing is erratic, and his cheeks are flushed. He is turned on.

Time to push a little more, “Am I supposed to be scared?” I laugh.

In one swift movement, he pushes my back to the wall, and he places his hand around my throat. I whimper, and between my thighs become wet. I love when he does that.

“Why do you insist on trying to get under my skin, Skyla?” he pants.

“Because I can, and it is so easy to do,” I say each word seductively and confidently.

“Oh, Skyla, you are going to regret those words,” he smirks, “Bedroom, right fucking now,” he adds with a hiss.

“Make me,” I argue.

I seem to be on fire this morning. Brandon raises his brow at me, removes his hand from around my throat and pulls me over to him. I gasp as our bodies clash.

Before I know what is happening, he picks me up, tosses me over his shoulder, and heads toward my bedroom.

“Put me down,” I whine and wriggle in his arms.

He slaps my ass hard, “No!”

I think I might be in trouble! And I can’t wait!


(I will continue next chapter, where this one left off)