This takes place the night they all find out Anthony Marchette is Vince and he was in their area. If you remember Brandon told Dylan he was going to take Erica home which at the time Dylan appreciated more than he even voiced. Rewind a little kids…this one is rated M.

Chapter 17

Brandon & Erica

Brandon looks over at Erica, who stares out the window. "Are you okay?"

"I don't know. Why does Anthony Marchette hate my brother so much? My father?"

Brandon takes a deep breath,"I honestly don't know what happened between Jack and Marchette. To Dylan's knowledge they used to be friends. Business dealing gone bad, I'm not sure but I do know whatever happened Marchette carried his grudge to Dylan. Especially after Dylan got involved with his daughter."

Erica is silent as Brandon parks in front of her condo. Brandon reaches over his hand covering hers. "It's going to be okay."

Erica's eyes meet his, "I'm scared Brandon. I didn't even know my dad, what if Marchette comes after me?"

Brandon turns his body towards her, "We have no indication Marchette even knows you exist. All he knows is he wants revenge for Toni and the person close to Dylan is Brenda."

Erica looks straight out the window contemplating, "Do you know I asked Dylan if he wanted to get a paternity test? When you sent me to live with Dylan and Brenda in London, I asked him. There my brother was opening his home to a fucked up sixteen year old girl. Brenda and Dylan were living their best life out there. Brenda had finished at RADA and was doing really well with a local theatre group in the West End. Dylan was happy. Blissfully so. I didn't want to ruin their bubble. Especially because we never knew if Suzanne was telling the truth. She lied about everything, the whole thing one big set up. Who even knows if I was really Jack's daughter."

Brandon squeezes her hand, Erica looks over at him. His blue eyes sparkling in the dark of the car.

"My brother didn't care. He said, Erica…it doesn't matter what some fucking test says, you're my sister…my family. You belong here, you belong here with us."

Brandon smiled, he knew this. He had asked him once as well unbeknown to Erica. When Brandon and Kelly found Erica, before sending her that way, he had asked and Dylan had bought her a ticket to London within minutes and told him the very same thing.

"Your brother loves you. Me and Bren were the only family he had for a long time. When you came into his life, I had never seen him so happy. He's right Erica, a piece of paper wouldn't of mattered."

Without control of his own actions, his hand reaches up. Tucks a piece of her long wavy red hair behind her ear. His thumb caresses her cheek, Erica's eyes close. "He wouldn't let anything happen to you."

Tears fall from her pretty eyes, "I won't let anything happen to you." Brandon adds.

The silence in the car is deafening as they stare at each other. Things had been weird between them since they went for a drink. Little looks, butterflies at their closeness. It was new territory that neither one had ever experienced before. She was forbidden. She was Dylan's little sister. The thoughts he had about her would have his best friend kicking his ass. Dylan and Brandon's friendship had been tested too many times and with Brenda's return they were finally getting it back. Their mutual love and protectiveness over the fiery brunette had brought them together once more. She was to young for him. Seven years younger to be exact and maybe in another life the age difference wouldn't have mattered all that much but in this life, that seven years felt like twenty. It felt wrong but the crackle of sparks in the air, the fast beating of his heart, felt right.

Erica could feel the energy building in the air between them as the heat began to rise in the space of the car.

Brandon's hand grazed the side of her cheek again and Erica stood as still as a statue, taking in the softness of his skin. He leaned forward, memorizing her face, his blue eyes drinking her in. The tips of his fingers trailed from her cheek to her chin, along the line of her neck, and rested along the edge of her tank top.

"Brandon." She breathed. Want and lust evident in her voice.

She felt the weight of his hand on her chest and the fire building under her skin where his fingers played with the fabric.

Before Erica knew what in the hell she was doing, she abandoned everything telling her this was bad and leaned in too. His arms encircled her waist and pulled her as close as the middle consul would allow.

Erica's mouth parted for him, anxious to touch his lips and his tongue. He growled as she nipped his bottom lip.

She tasted the beer on his tongue he had had back at the farmhouse and she drank in each kiss, wanting to know more of him this way.

Erica's hands ran the length of his back and locked around the firmness of his neck. She stroked his warm skin and twisted her hands in his hair.

Her body was on fire. She had never been kissed like that, and she was positive no one else could do what Brandon had just done to her. He looked at her like she was precious. He looked at her like she was the most beautiful woman in the world.

She took a deep breath and tried to steady herself when all she really wanted was for Brandon to kiss her again.

"Fuck. I'm sorry. I got a little carried away." He hung his head. "I should get you into the house."

"No." She shook her head.

"Erica," he growled into the side of her neck. "It was a mistake. This can't happen."

Erica hurt pulled away. His eyes looked pained like he regretted the entire thing. A thing Erica thought was the best thing. She huffed pissed and opened the passenger side door in a manner that Brandon knew was anger. It slammed abruptly.

"Erica." Brandon called out as he exited the car to run after her. She was in front of her door, hostilely looking for her key in her purse, "Wait…I'm sorry."

"Screw you Brandon." Her back to him.

Brandon reached for her arm gently, spinning her around to face him. "What do you want me to do Erica…your Dylan's sister."

Erica threw her hands in the air, "So fucking what…Dylan's married to your sister. He's been on and off with her since you were kids."

Brandon sighs, "It's not the same."

Erica turns fuming and embarrassed finally finding her key, but Brandon turns her forcefully back to him, "Look at me, it's not that I don't feel it okay. I…I fucking feel it." Brandon's eyes close as he exhales, when they open, Erica see's a sadness there. A battle of right and wrong. The boycott and the man that doesn't always do the right thing. "Erica." He breathes, "He'd never forgive me."

"No one has to know Brandon."

His eyes narrow, still contemplating but Erica sees his resolve fading. She turns calmly and unlocks her front door. She pushes it open. No words are spoken as Brandon follows her inside.

Brandon wanted to drink the innocence off her. Erica was a tough act, but her eyes told a different story. There was a sparkle of loneness and abandonment there and Brandon hated it. He didn't know much about Erica now days. What kind of guys she dated, if she had ever been in love. They had been around each other off and on in the 8 years their siblings had been married but he was always with Kelly. He didn't look at her like that and she hadn't looked at him that way either.

Throwing his restraint out the window he pulled Erica against him. She whimpered softly as his lips crushed against hers. His tongue twisted with hers deliciously. He shoved the tank top over her head, squeezing her breasts as he passed over them. She was soft and sweet. Pure. Gorgeous. And somehow Erica had grown up and he hadn't noticed it. Brandon didn't have the restraint to stay away from her. He didn't think he had the willpower to search for it. To hell with holding back. They had been dancing around each other since he'd been in Nashville. What was one night? One night of fucking nirvana with this perfect woman. One night to get it both out of their systems. The sexual energy was bound to be noticed if not released. At least that is what Brandon's mind was telling him. This fiery red head was so far from his type he didn't even know but there was something about the way she drove him insane that kept him interested. She pushed every button he had. She disagreed with more than half of what he said. She fought with him on anything and everything from which radio station to play in the car to if mayonnaise belonged on a turkey sandwich and Brandon loved it. He loved someone who tested him. Who took him off his high horse if even for a minute. There was just something about her.

Her lips were full and firm as he sucked them between his teeth. Brandon had to know what the rest of her tasted like. He wanted to lick her. Suck her. Lap her up. If they had one night, he was going to enjoy it.

Brandon led her backward, yanking her shorts to the floor. He kissed her collarbone and along the lines of her stomach. She sighed when he breathed along the lace band of her panties. With one hot breath between her legs, he commanded and she sat on the edge of the couch.

Brandon threaded the lace off her legs tossing the thong on the floor. He kissed the inside of her thigh, nipping as he made his way to her slice of heaven.

"Brandon." She breathed. "Oh my God," she whispered."

His fingers worked between her folds. Fuck. She was so wet. He groaned as he licked between her slick center. Her head fell backward as he worked his tongue. His cock was hard. Throbbing.

Ready.

He pushed her knees wider, needing more. Thirsty to drown himself in her. He wanted to get drunk off her body. To hell with the hangover tomorrow. The sweet sounds of her release started. Her walls clutched against his tongue and he sucked hard against her, waiting for her to come in his mouth.

She panted. Her hips jerked. And with one long sigh she trembled, falling off a cliff. God, it was a beautiful sound.

Brandon kissed his way up her body. Folding the bra over the edge of her chest. He pulled one into his mouth. She had the most perfect breasts he had ever seen. He'd been studying them from a distance for days. Now, they were finally his.

"Fuck," she cried. Brandon wasn't done. Nowhere near it. He pushed his fingers inside her. He moved them in and out as she writhed under him. Erica's hands were on the button of his pants. He threaded his T-shirt over his head and threw it off to the floor as she unfastened the top button above the zipper. Helping her out, he pushed them down, but grabbed a condom from his wallet before discarding them. As he sheathed his painfully hard member he looked down at the beauty that stared up at him. Her eyes fire and mischief. As Brandon hovered over her, he kissed her softly.

"You sure you want to do this? I can stop." He knew he should. He knew there were a dozen reasons this shouldn't happen. Erica may be all woman, she was 27 after all but Brandon's head kept screaming at him. This is Dylan's little sister.

She shook her head. "Don't stop. This is fucking happening."

Brandon let out a relieved little laugh. He would stop but my god did he not want to.

Brandon nudged his tip between her opening. He pressed at her entrance, slowly, allowing her to get used to him.

"For tonight. Only tonight." That was supposed to make this okay.

His chest seized. He couldn't hold back. Her nails dug into his skin as he thrust inside her.

"Fuck." He growled.

She was tight and hot. Something primal inside him took over and he wanted to get lost inside her. She made him forget everything else. She made him forget that there was a mad man after his sister. She made him forget about his failed too long of a relationship with the blonde.

For one night, he wanted this to be ok. This full feeling of utter and complete adoration for the woman that looked up at him like he hung the moon. She was sexy, beautiful and a spitfire. She was more than he ever expected. More than he could have even predicted. They got lost in each other. Enjoyed every thrust and inch of each other.

His name fell from her lips as he leaned forward. This was going to be hard to say goodbye too. This was perfection. They fit together so well, were so in-sync it scared him. He pushed those thoughts out of his head until they were sweaty and almost there.

Brandon's spine tingled and tied in a knot. He inhaled her lips as the orgasm tore through both of them. Her arms wrapped around him tightly as she fell apart for the second time tonight. It was the most perfect sight. One he would miss terribly.

They lay intertwined, catching their breaths. The silence got to be too much as Brandon separated them and went to dispose of the condom. As he returned he laid beside her. Her skin was warm and flushed.

"Brandon?" She searched his eyes.

"Shh." He tucked her under his arm. "Sleep. We don't have to talk about it." Brandon kissed her forehead, "It was amazing, you're amazing, but we're on the same page about this."

"We are?"

He nodded, "Yes. Tonight. It was for tonight." He reminded her.

Brandon wasn't sure what the sound was she made, or what it meant. Erica was too exhausted and satisfied to argue. They closed their eyes, putting the shit storm of the day behind them and enjoyed the ending.

There was a stream of sunlight coming in through the widows just past the blackout drapes. Erica hadn't paid attention last night. She couldn't remember closing them all the way. She also didn't remember leaving them open.

Erica tried to move her arm, but it was trapped. It tingled. It had fallen asleep and she couldn't feel her fingertips.

Erica's mouth fell open when she realized why.

Brandon.

Holy shit.

It wasn't a dream. He didn't disappear in a hazy fog, or slide onto the floor in a pool like he did in her dream she had had the other night after one mind-blowing orgasm. He had stayed all night—with her.

Erica's heart pounded. His body rose with a giant breath. She took the second to enjoy it. He wasn't a tall man, but gorgeous. All of him on display next to her. She looked at his dick. It lay big and worked on his thigh. She bit her lip. Who knew Brandon Walsh was hung. By his height she wouldn't have guessed. She had to push down a laugh at that.

He rolled toward her, his hand resting on the curve of her hip. She was afraid her ogling had disturbed him. His eyes flashed open. Those beautiful sexy eyes that smoldered with something dangerous and tempting.

"Good morning," Erica whispered.

"Hey there."

She didn't know if he was going to run out of her condo or just casually stroll out as if last night didn't happen. She didn't know Brandon like this. She didn't know how he handled intimacy. She always saw him from a distance. Saw him fawning over Kelly. Committed and present in their relationship. Erica never loved Kelly. She put up with her over the years but never liked her. She definitely didn't like her with Dylan. She felt they were all wrong together. She didn't like the man her brother was when they dated. Now the thought of Kelly and Brandon made her feel something entirely different. Hate.

Shit.

Erica's breasts rose high with a heavy breath. She had no idea what was going to happen next. Last night a fantasy she didn't even know she had came true. And now what? How did they move into today? Who were they to each other now?

Brandon's eyes landed on her nipples. "God damn. When did you get these?"

His finger traced over her breast and her nipple hardened under his touch. He had full command of her body, and he knew it.

She shrugged. "They've been there for while Brandon."

He breathed out with a shake of his head. He lowered his mouth to her nipple and his tongue lashed over the flesh.

Erica instantly seized with fire rippling under her skin. He pulled it into his mouth and she squirmed under the pressure.

"You never noticed I got tits and grew up?"

He shook his head. "You do realize you are seven years younger than me? The first time I met you, you were like twelve, I think."

"I know exactly how old I was." She moaned as his tongue swirled over her.

"What kind of man would I have been to even look." He pinched the taut bud with his fingers watching with lust as she bowed under him. "Ugh." He stopped and closed his eyes. "This is bad. No. No I can't." He moved to sit up and Erica rolled onto her back so he could have all the access he wanted. "We can't."

Erica reached below his waist. He was already hard and ready. She fisted him in her hand. The silky smooth skin slid under her palm. She wanted him again. She wanted every second of heat and blistering pleasure all over again.

Sex with Brandon had been the single most amazing sexual experience of her life. She could spend the rest of the day right here, melting into him. Memorizing him. Falling for him, harder than she already had. Brandon was a gravitational pull she couldn't break free from.

His hand trailed from her breast, against her stomach, and feathered between her legs. Erica's knees parted as he stroked her with precision. She groaned for him to take it further and bit hard on her bottom lip.

"Erica," he groaned, kissing her neck, moving to her throat.

"Yes?"

"You're making this so hard." She smiled with lazy pleasure, running her tongue over her teeth. He was watching her intently. Erica could see the lust pooling in his crystal blue eyes. He wanted her as badly as she wanted him.

Their attraction to each other was undeniable. It had been building since Brandon got into town. Erica knew without a doubt that Brandon no longer looked at her like the sweet preteen she used to be.

Last night they had become sexual equals, and it fueled her to explore a new powerful side to her sexuality. A part he had unlocked the minute he freed the first orgasm.

"We're not doing this this morning." He shoved off the couch and looked down at her. "Last night was one thing. This is entirely different. We can't." He shook his head.

Erica tried to distinguish whether it was pain or confusion in his eyes. "Can't?"

She tried to push the alarm out of her voice. Her body was already roaring like an engine. He moved her hand away from his body.

"I've already fucked up. I've gotta do the right thing, Erica. I have to."

He leaned toward her, grabbing the blanket that was laying on the back of the couch. He spread it around covering her and reached for the floor, searching for his boxer briefs.

"What do you mean you have to do the right thing?" She was angry. "Do you regret what we did together? Are you saying it was a mistake?" Erica's eyes fired.

"No. Hell no. But it doesn't mean we can do it again. It was great. You were great." He turned to find his pants.

"Great?" Her eyes narrowed. He rubbed the back of his head.

Damn it, why was he so hot.

"Great was the wrong word to use." He sat on the edge of the couch, tilting her chin toward him. For a second she thought he was joking. He was going to undress and get back in this couch with her. "Last night we both gave in to something that felt good. But Dylan would fucking shoot me. And lock you up and throw away the key. It was on me to make the right call. I don't regret it. But it's morning, and I have to face reality. I have to do the right thing."

"And you didn't make the call my brother would approve of last night, and this morning you are?"

Brandon hung his head. "Don't say it like that. You knew this was complicated before you invited me in here. I just assumed we were on the same page, Erica. This can't happen again."

"Right. Because of you and Dylan."

He looked at her. "And you and Dylan."

"Dylan is with your sister. What is the difference if your with his? This is insane," She argued. Brandon stood from the couch, refastening the button on his pants. Erica wished he would find his shirt so she could stop looking at his body.

Erica thinks what she hated the most was that what Brandon said was right. Her brother would never be ok with this. He would hate it from the minute he heard about it. There were consequences that could put a wedge in both of their relationships with him.

Brandon exhaled, "Erica you know damn well he would not be okay with this. Brenda and Dylan started dating when we were teenagers. And yes I did have a problem with it. I didn't like it but Brenda is going to do what Brenda is going to do. I had no control over the start of their relationship. I was a kid. We are adults. We know better. I have control over this."

"You're right," She admitted.

"What?" Brandon stopped dressing.

She nodded. "I said you're right. Dylan wouldn't understand and he'd freak out. You're right." There were other layers to consider. Dylan didn't need this kind of stress while he was worrying about Anthony Marchette and Brenda. He had just spent the last 10 months in a drunken stupor thinking the love of his life was dead. Now he had her back, with no memory of their life together. He was holding strong for her. Being there for her and trying to love her, but Erica knew damn well how hard that was for him. How hard it was to hide his pain of her not knowing him. Really knowing him.

"So we're ok?" he asked.

Erica smiled. "We are," she lied. "We're good. Everything's fine, Brandon. I'm not that needy little girl you met a long time ago."

Inside she wasn't ok with any of it. She wanted a replay. She wanted another last night. She wanted to pull Brandon back to the couch and never let him go.

She had a taste of something unfamiliar to her, a connection, and giving it away so easily didn't feel right. But she wasn't lucky like that. She had never been lucky in love or her life. This is what people did. They left. She was used to it. She was used to one night stands. What she wasn't used to was her not being the one to decide it.

"No, you're definitely not." He smiled softly, and she couldn't help but wonder if there was more to what he was thinking. "I have to go check in with Bren and Dylan. Stop by the bed and breakfast and change." He smiled, "But I'll see you?"

"Yeah."

He leaned down and pressed a kiss to her cheek.

Brandon paused at the door. "For the record, it was an amazing night."

Erica smiled sadly. "Yeah…yeah it was."

As soon as the door to Erica's condo closed behind him, he stared at it in disbelief. Part of him wanted to open it again and take back what he said. The other part wanted to forget it ever happened. How stupid can he have been? One night? Fuck. The pull to be near her was stronger than it was before. Releasing the sexual tension did nothing to swallow his need for her. He shook his head and rushed to his rent-a car before he did something even more stupid like go back in there.

Brandon had to keep his head focused. He was only here in Tennessee for Brenda. He needed to concentrate on her and her safety. He had to keep moving because if he stopped for a single fucking minute, he'd think about Erica. He'd hear his name on her lips. He'd remember how her skin felt. What it felt like to be inside her. How her body quivered in pleasure as she came. How her eyes sparkled as if she were lost and found at the same time.

His dick switched and he slammed his hand on the steering wheel. "Fuck." He yelled.

He had to stop this. Erica could never be his. They couldn't date. He didn't even fucking live here. He was taking himself to a dangerous place. A place he wondered if he'd be able to pull himself back from.

She was his best friend's sister. And Dylan was his brother. He always had been his brother. Now by marriage he actually was. Sure they'd been on the outs over the stupid shit with Kelly but Dylan meant something to him. He was family and that made Erica family too. Their bond was strong. They had been through hell and back together. What did years of friendship mean, if he was willing to throw it away because of Erica.

How would Brandon say to him she wasn't supposed to be a one night stand. There was something about her. Something equally soft and strong. An allure he had fought and failed miserably to protect himself against. Would Dylan be able to comprehend he wasn't as weak as it seemed? He wasn't fighting a simple temptation. He was trying to fight off something much bigger and deeper than he was ready to admit. Erica was special and…Brandon liked her.

So what did you guys think? Want to see more of these two? Or was that good enough? Next up we catch up with Dylan and Brenda in the hospital. And these two's relationship obviously did not stop after this night. Dylan is going to find out and Erica and Brandon are both right…he is not going to like it. Hit review!