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 m" 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.
"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 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 sl
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
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. "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 quickl
She was ready to go when someone picked her up from behind and placed a palm over her lips. She screamed and kicked, but her efforts were thwarted by the tight bands that bound her stomach and mouth. Trapped in the dark mansion, she was dragged backwards by the one who had her. After a long struggle, the assailant finally let her go. When her abductor grabbed her and spun her around, she gasped and was going to run away. Brandon was standing right in front of her. He tried to hush her by putting his finger to his lips, and she closed her mouth as soon as he did. A set of stairs went to the kitchen, and she was guided back there by his hand. They exited via the back entrance and made their way around the house to the valet stand to leave their car. Brandon helped Sienna into Brandon's Jeep by opening the door for her. She paused for a while since he hadn't spoken to her. Though he didn't have to say anything, the reality is he didn't. It doesn't matter
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
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 lightl
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 t
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." The car ride on the way home from the Veterans Ball was a quiet one for Jackson and Chris. Neither one knew what to say to the other. Chris stared out the window and Jackson kept his eyes on the road. Jackson remembered the first day he had seen Brandon. Tall, lanky kid who literally got off the bus with a scruffy bag on one shoulder and a huge chip on the other. Jackson couldn't figure him out. He had volunteered, yet he acted like being there was something he didn't want to do. Jackson b