Thank you for the reviews. I know all of you are relieved at this sudden (not so sudden) intimate reunion between these two but you also have a lot of questions. So I mentioned a couple chapters ago that things were gonna change a bit. Roles were going to be reversed. Jax was going to be more of a friendly support and Dylan was going to be the one sexing her up. Don't worry Dylan will still be loving and supportive, they will just have an added complication (or not complication). I'm not gonna say much else but It's gonna get good now. Enjoy!

Chapter 32

Branded His

Dylan carried Olivia into the kitchen. He sees Brenda making breakfast. He stares at the back of her remembering the night before. That primal need to make her his after seeing Jax so comfortably leaving their home. The sex downstairs on the floor and couch, twice. The sleeping next to each other only to find her side empty in the morning.

"Morning mama." Olivia sang out cheerfully as Dylan sat her in a chair at the kitchen table.

Brenda put on her best smile and turned, "Morning baby…pancakes?" She lifts the plate and walks it over to her, setting it in front of her.

"Mmmmm." Olivia chews appreciative after taking a big sticky bite.

She looks at Dylan a slight awkward energy in the air. His eyes staring into hers. She turns to pour coffee for herself to get away from his demanding eyes.

"Hey." Claire sings as she enters the kitchen. "You almost ready to get dressed nugget?" She sets her hand gently on Olivia's head as Olivia chews quickly with a nod. She looks around at the silent energy ,"Um…morning?" She didn't mean for it to come out like a question but the tension is thick in the kitchen, and its not the normal sexual tension Claire is used too.

Dylan takes a deep breath, "Morning Claire." He gets up, "Come on Olivia let's get you ready for school real quick. I bet if I count to 20 you can finish that fast." Olivia gets up with a smile. She takes her dads hand pulling him from the kitchen and up the stairs.

Claire watches until they're out of sight. She stares at Brenda, the wheels in her mind turning and turning, around and around. And then she gasps.

"Oh…MY…GOD!" She shrieks.

"What?" Brenda eyes her over her coffee mug.

She takes a few steps towards the counter, "You shagged Dylan."

"Wh…what?"

"Oh my god this is major!" Claire exaggerates.

"I don't know what your talking about." Brenda plays dumb.

"It's written all over your face…and his for that matter. Every time I'm in the same room with you guys, I get hot from the sexual tension and this morning." She snaps her fingers, "Totally gone…now just morning after awkward." She leans on the counter. "Tell me bloody everything."

Brenda blushes 5 shades of red, and Claire laughs out loud, "Oh my god…look at you…this is unbelievable, When…how…where…did this happen?"

Brenda sets her coffee down and moves closer to her, "Will you keep your voice down." She shushes her.

Claire closes her mouth pretending to zip it. Her eyes widen, her head tilts and her expression screams give me something.

Brenda sighs and looks towards the stairs before meeting Claires excited eyes, "Last night…Dylan and I had sex." She says rushed. Claire squeals, "Twice." Brenda concludes.

Claire jumps up and down clapping. "What does it mean? Are you guys back together?" She presses her palms together like she is praying.

"I don't know. We haven't talked about it."

"Well…do you want too?"

At that moment Olivia comes barreling down the stairs, "Claire and Mama I got ready in 18 seconds." She says victoriously. The girls clapping for a dramatic effect. Dylan following behind her with a smirk.

"Call me later." She tells Brenda quietly and receives a nod.

Silence fills the kitchen as Brenda turns her back to Dylan, pouring him a cup of coffee. He sits on the counter as she sets it in front of him.

"We need to talk about last night."

Dylan sips his coffee and shakes his head, "We really don't."

Brenda's eyes widen, "We don't?"

"We had sex…good sex for that matter…no biggie." He acts nonchalant.

"Excuse me?" Brenda is half crushed and half pissed.

Dylan clears his throat, "I mean…we don't have to have some big talk about what it means. It happened, it was great. I'm hoping we can do it again sometime." He smiles.

"Are you fucking serious?" She raises her voice. Fuck the crushed she is pissed. "You don't want to have…some big talk?" She is shocked. "It just happened?" Okay here comes the crushed part again. "You're an asshole!" Brenda yells.

"I'm an asshole!" Dylan gets up and moves to the side of the counter Brenda is on, "I'm an asshole? Because I don't want to be rejected again. So you can tell me what a mistake last night was, how you aren't ready for us to be us again? I can't do it Brenda…I can't keep having the same conversation over and over again." Dylan exhales looking down, "It hurts too much." His eyes lift to hers. A vulnerability in his eyes she hadn't seen in a long time.

Brenda looks deeply into his eyes, "I wasn't going to say it was a mistake." Her voice quiet and hurt. "I wasn't going to reject you."

"You weren't?" Dylan swallows hard staring into her eyes as they face each other.

"Dylan…I know things are messy. We've both made mistakes in our relationship…but last night was not one of them. It was wonderful…and I don't know what it means yet. Can't we just be ourselves and see where it leads." She says honestly. "I don't want to stop this new connection, I just need a little time to process it."

Dylan's face softens and a smile spreads across his handsome face until his body is only a few inches from hers. Brenda moves backwards, her ass hits the kitchen island. Dylan is so close, she can feel the heat of his body, hear his breath. Her heart pounds against her chest. Her skin tingles from the anticipation.

"You want to continue to sleep with me and not be with me?" He whispers his eyes intense.

"No…I mean…I don't know. No…I don't know…" Dylan presses his lips against hers. His hands grab her hips, he kisses her again. He kisses her making her knees weak and then pulls away slightly. "Ok we do need to talk."

Brenda stares surprised, "You…you said you didn't want to talk."

"I didn't have anything to say before but now I do." Brenda braces herself for the worst. He wants all or nothing.

Instead Dylan leans into her again, "I don't want you having sex with Jax."

Brenda blinks, that wasn't what she expected, she shakes her head quickly, "I haven't", she says quickly, "Not since Arizona."

"Really?" That information seems to surprise Dylan.

Brenda nods. Dylan's fingers graze her back. A soft stroke, "Has he tried?"

"No." A jolt of electricity runs down her spine, "I've…I only just saw him last night." She stutters. Dylan's touches doing weird things to her.

His hands reach the top of her yoga pants, his finger dipping in the waist band tracing it slowly, "And…he didn't try last night?"

Brenda swallows hard, her body buzzing, "No."

"Did you want him too?" His voice soft as he lowers his eyes on hers.

Brenda shakes her head, "I wanted you."

Dylan smiles and moves closer. He drags his fingertips back up her spine. His eyes are possessive as he looks at her. He leans in and kisses her neck. It's soft but there is a hunger to it. A need. Like he can't wait another minute. She's his.

"I'll give you time to figure this out, but if were sleeping together, you aren't sleeping with him." His voice is quiet and soft, but commanding.

Instead of answering, she leans into his kiss. His lips are soft and warm, and every kiss sends sparks through her body. His strong hands are at her hips again, this time he is sliding her yoga pants to her ankles. Brenda clumsily steps out of them her t-shirt is long, it's Dylan's, something she grabbed from his bedroom when she woke up. He grabs her butt over the shirt, lifting her onto the counter.

Brenda yelps. His eyes scan her thinking he hurt her, "You okay?"

Brenda smiles, "It's cold."

Dylan chuckles, he fingers the hem of the shirt before lifting it over her head. His eyes rake down her completely naked form. No bra, No panties, just glorious Brenda on the counter in their kitchen. His eyes finally find hers, he watches her as he slides his fingers over her nipples, she groans and bites her lip. Her breath heavy, "Don't stop." She pleads.

"Do we have a deal?" His voice more commanding than before but still soft, his hands still gently caressing her breasts.

Brenda's eyes close, tingles flowing through her peaks down her entire body. She shudders with warmth.

"Brenda." Dylan's voice steely. "Do we have a deal?" His tone not forgiving.

"Yes." Brenda whispers, her eyes closing. Enjoying the feel of his hands on her.

"Good girl." He says seductively.

Dylan kisses her, hard, his tongue plunging into her mouth as he rubs his thumb over her peak. He drags his lips across her cheek, her neck. His finger traces the hickey he left and he briefly wonders if she knows it's there. His mark on her, his claim on her making his stomach flutter with satisfaction.

He brings his mouth to her ear, his breath warm, "Spread your legs." His voice is demanding and sexy. It doesn't seem like a request, even though Brenda knows Dylan better than that. There is a possessive tone to it that isn't missed by her. Like she is his. She closes her eyes, she can be his, at least when they're like this. She can refrain from sleeping with Jax if that's what he wants if they are being intimate. She isn't with Jax for a reason. Actually Jax broke up with her. He wants her to figure stuff out. This is figuring stuff out right?

Brenda spreads her legs as asked. Dylan's eyes reeling in the sight before him. There is so much want in his eyes and his hands are so close.

He takes a long look at her, like she is his favorite thing in the world. Then his lips press into hers. It's hard, intense, like he is branding her. His hands caressing her thighs, closer and closer, until they meet her heat. He strokes her with the lightest touches.

She's his.

He continues to kiss her, Brenda surrendering to it. Parting her lips to make way for his tongue again. She is putty in his hands. Dylan mentioned at the Ranch, if they went there again, as in sex, he wouldn't be able to stop and she now agrees. It's like this whole world opened up her greatest sexual release. The door is wide open with no need or want to shut it. Dylan's hands gently push her so she is laying on her back now. She arches up the cold of the granite hitting her spine. The move only makes Dylan grab her breasts with both hands and squeeze.

His lips are on her hipbone, her thigh then he is pulling her legs up, spreading her and his tongue is on her.

She giggles, aware he is feasting on her on the kitchen counter island. "Breakfast?" She whisper moans.

Dylan chuckles and groans nodding his head only making the sensations more intense as his arms wrap around her thighs. Pleasure spreads through her quickly all the way to her fingers and her toes, making her feel so good she moans even louder. His tongue devouring her now. Fast circles over and over and over again. Brenda's body responds quickly.

"Oh god." Her voice low and breathy with pleasure. She reaches for him but only can get the counter. He digs his fingers into her thighs, pulling her closer, holding her in place. His tongue is demanding but soft and wet, she's his.

All his. Only his.

The pleasure is building, it's too much, she is at the ledge, teetering off until Dylan shifts. He takes her hand and pulls her to her feet. His hands on her hips as he presses her against the counter. Their chests, stomachs, thighs, every part of them touching.

Brenda leans in and presses her lips to his, their kiss is frantic and needy, tongues sliding wetly around each others.

She is his.

Brenda digs her hands into his back but his t-shirt is in the way. He is wearing too much clothing. She pulls his shirt over his head, revealing his slim muscled smooth skin. He groans, leaning her into him so his bare chest is against hers. Brenda fingers his lounge pants he sleeps in. Pushing them down with a rush. He steps out of them instantly and then her hand is around his painfully hard member. She rubs him slowly and Dylan sighs. Kissing her neck softly letting out a growl. Chills spread through her and goose bumps stand proudly. Brenda looks down at him, he's straining, he's more than ready for her. She watches her fingers around him, stroking him. He groans, biting her earlobe. He pulls back and his eyes find hers. They're heavy with need, desire and lust and so telling. He wants to fuck her. It won't be sweet, it won't be slow and that's more than okay with her. He wants to claim her again.

His mouth comes to her ear again. "Turn around." He growls. It's demanding and shoots a tongue of pleasure through her center.

Brenda presses her body against his as she turns around. He grabs her hands and plants them on the counter. Her legs shake and her skin tingles.

Then his lips are on her neck again, soft and sweet. He kisses her shoulder, sliding his fingertips over her thighs.

Brenda sucks in a shallow breath, "Dylan."

He nibbles her skin, grabbing her thighs and pushes them apart. She is open and ready for him. Her hands dig into the counter. His hands on her hips, his lips on her back. She arches into him, tilting her neck so she can kiss him. He grabs her hair, tugging gently and presses his lips to hers.

He moans into her mouth then releases her. The anticipation practically killing her.

He teases her opening driving her crazy. Like he's waiting for permission.

"I'm yours." Brenda whispers. And that simple admission makes Dylan slam into her so hard Brenda cries out.

"Fuck yes." He breathes enjoying that more than he probably should. He groans loudly, thrusting deep and hard. She can feel every inch of him branding her. She can hear his heavy breaths, his grunts and groans as he enters and exits her relentlessly. He grips her hips almost painfully then they are on her back. Caressing it lovingly, then his hands are in her hair again, tugging her to kiss him again. The angle isn't that comfortable so instead Dylan's lips hit her neck. Brenda hand winds back digging her fingers into his hair, breathing out as he thrusts into her.

She's his.

He thrusts into her harder, deeper, faster…again and again and again. Her body hums with pleasure. She never wants this to end. Her mind going where she has ignored. The part she has been pushing away to protect herself. The part of her brain and heart that loves this man so completely. The part that tells her he's the only man for you, the only man you'll ever love. The part that tells her she never wants anyone but him inside her again. It's like she is wrestling with these thoughts, they are surprisingly strong. She pushes them away, they fight back. Her heart pushes so much its winning until he pinches her nipple and her sex clenches and gone are any thoughts at all.

"Dylan." She moans loudly.

"Come for me." His voice gets caught in his throat. He squeezes her again, his breath so heavy with desire and lust. It's strained, groaning faster and closer together like he's holding back.

Harder, faster, deeper.

The pressure building and building, both close.

Closer.

She's his.

Brenda reaches back, her nails scrape against his thigh. He groans loudly.

"Fuck Bren."

She sucks in a breath, "Harder." She demands.

So close

He trusts into her, harder still, deeper. His hands find her hips for leverage as he holds her steady.

"Harder." She urges.

He groans turned on further and it sends a ripple down her whole body.

He compiles again, taking his time with every thrust.

Brenda's legs shake, the tension deep between them. Everything inside her builds and builds until her orgasm rocks through her like lightening hitting the ground. She screams so loudly she is sure the neighbors heard.

"That's it baby." Dylan breathes feeling her clench him tightly over and over, keeping his pace to take her through it.

Brenda closes her eyes, listening to his heavy breaths and low moans. He keeps the pace, thrusting into her over and over, his groans getting louder and louder.

"Bren." His voice is a whisper of praise and longing as he squeezes her hips, his nails sharp against her skin. Another thrust, another groan and he comes, his breath releasing, his grip tight on her hips.

He breaths heavy, catching his breath as he slowly leans over her, pressing his chest against her back. Their breathing even and in sync. His arms wrap around her, hugging her tightly, his lips kiss her back, his cheek rests against her skin. He squeezes her tightly. "I love you." He breathes. "Baby I love you so much." He confesses sweetly. The demanding voice gone.

Brenda closes her eyes, her heart pushing her protective mind out of the way with a hard shove. "I love you too." She breathes back. This just got a lot more fucking complicated.

Oh man. These two opened that door and now…it's open. There is no going back. Next chapter Brenda hangs with the girls and Jax. Dylan is jealous for no reason making this new sexual relationship/non relationship hot and cold. I bet you can guess now where I'm going with this. Brenda is being a stubborn ass but it won't last too long because something is coming. Also I know it seems these two are going into more of a physical relationship but they'll have moments too. Just a little bit more confusion before the HEA. Patience! Hit review…before you take your cold shower.