Chapter 12

Brenda

I couldn't stop staring at my overnight bag, waiting for it to explode at any second. Dylan and I were far from virgins, but it had been a long 45 days. I was being silly, wasn't I? The flutters in my stomach and clammy hands proved it. I was a grown woman and had been living on my own since I was nineteen, but when I told Nat I would be back tomorrow morning, I felt a little weird. It felt like I had just broadcasted that I would most likely be getting it on tonight.

Bow chicka bow wow.

My room illuminated with the headlights from Dylan's car. Taking that as my cue, I grabbed my bag and walked out, glad I didn't run into Nat.

Dylan was already waiting by the passenger door. He was wearing his signature white t-shirt, faded blue jeans, and a triumphant grin on his handsome face. He grabbed my bag, opened my door, and asked, "Are you ready?"

That was a loaded question, wasn't it? Was I ready? Dammit, Jess was so right. I was ready. I was ready three years ago, and I was more than ready now.

"I'm ready." I smiled at him.

"Care to relive some old memories?" Dylan asked with a smirk as we turned on to the main road. My god, Dylan was referring to the one time he talked me into giving him road head. Let's just say, we almost died that day along with Dylan's precious classic Porsche. I playfully hit him in the stomach.

"Some of us can't handle getting a blow job and we crash." Dylan grinned.

"Baby, when your mouth is on me, the world fades away. Every. Single. Time."

Seriously, how did I ever get so lucky? As soon as he parked his car, I felt the electricity between us. Humming. Coming alive. Dylan got out of the car and told me to wait until he could get my door. As soon as I was out, he put his hand on my lower back, guiding me.

If Dylan was as nervous as I was, he didn't show it. He opened the door with ease. As soon as I saw the room at the b&b, I knew I was fucked.

Literally.

The room smelled like him, the scent of his cologne filling the air. It smelled like home. If I could feel the thick tension before, it was nothing compared to the electricity in the air I always had with Dylan. I took a deep breath, pushed the nerves down just as Dylan moved in front of me.

He leans forward so slowly that I stop breathing. The space between us is so charged with emotion that I might pass out from anticipation. Tenderly, and so tentatively he presses his lips to mine. And all the nerves I was feeling wash away. Warmth, love and familiarity whirl around us. I'm home.

Dylan

I know Brenda is nervous. I feel it. I'm so in tune to her. I have no idea why, we are far from virgins and this isn't even the first time we've been alone in a room together since she's returned but I let Brenda take control. I kiss her gently and lovingly while hoping against hope that she pushes aside the mountain of uncertainty she is feeling.

When her mouth slides open to allow me access, I pull her into me while never severing our connection. My hands slide over her cheeks and into her hair while she grips at my back. Our tongues collide in a greeting so sweet and passionate that I might expire on the spot.

"I don't want to pretend anymore," she says, as if explaining why she's about to do this.

"Either do I." I agree.

Hoisting her onto my waist, she wraps her legs around me, and I'm moving towards the bed. It feels like eons since we've been on the precipice of doing this. The month and half feels like an eternity. That night at the BelAge is seared into my memory and so is that alley but so is all the times I've been with Brenda. This time feels different.

"Dylan…" she moans my name as I slowly trace the column of her neck with my tongue, suspending her on my aching cock.

"I'm not rushing this time, Bren." It's a promise, a threat, and a reminder to myself. Last time, we were all hurried hands and passion. There were miles upon miles of stacked tension and missed opportunities we were making up for. That's there this time, too, but we're alone with no one to tell us no and nothing stopping us from staying here until we're fully sated.

"I'm scared it will end, we've hurt each other so much," she admits in a breathy whisper. Laying her down on the bed, I crawl to hover over her, tucking a piece of her hair behind her ear. In the moon light, she's so beautiful it's almost painful to breathe when looking at her.

"I know I've left before. I know I've been a coward. I know you felt like you had to go because of what Christine said. But that's over now Bren, it will never happen again. Nothing will or can come between us again. I love you."

I try to convey every ounce of sincerity with my words and my eyes. She doesn't say it back, she doesn't say she trusts me, but she does wrap her arms around my neck and pull me down for a kiss. It's an olive branch, one I'm snatching, and my brain shuts off while my body takes over. Our kiss turns from gentle, a non-verbal agreement of what we are to each other, to needy and hungry in a blink.

Brenda is grinding herself into me, her legs locked around my hips, as I stroke myself into the friction that's driving me insane. Her hands claw at my back, sending sparks of lust straight to my balls. My pants are off in an instant and my shirt joins them.

"Off. Take it off me." She groans, thrashing against the comforter like her clothes are strangling her.

I kneel on the bed, my dick literally tenting my boxers, and attempt to have her sit up so I can do as she's demanded. Except, Brenda's eyes heat as soon as she catches a glimpse of my waistband riding low on my hips and pulls at it. The only sound I can seem to make is a broken hiss as she frees me, her fist closing around my swollen head the second I'm exposed.

She pumps me, looking at my cock, and then her lashes sweep up to meet my eyes.

"I've dreamed of this," I tell her, my gaze locking on hers as she keeps stroking me. I'm steel in her palm, my tip weeping, and it's the most erotic thing just watching her play with me.

"You have to stop." I groan as I push her back, regretting stopping her but also knowing I could come just from watching her jack me off. I feel like a pent up 16 year old boy again.

My fingertips are on fire as I make contact with her skin, tugging her jeans off inch by inch. Brenda watches me under hooded lids, her cheeks already flushed pink, and I can smell her perfume all around me, it's fucking heaven.

A pair of black lace panties greets me, and I bend to press my nose to the expanse of skin where her shirt is riding up. She arches, her legs winding around my torso as her toes push into my back muscles. I nip at each hip bone, tasting her slowly, drinking her in.

"Dylan, please."

"Tell me what you want Bren." I groan, making myself dizzy.

"Touch me."

Rising to my knees again, I don't take her shirt off but instead push a hand up until I'm cupping her bare breast. My fingers roll one nipple, and she squirms. My free hand makes quick work of pushing past the waistband of her underwear, and then I'm cupping her, her ass quivering as I feel all of the curves I plan on memorizing again and again. Then I'm at her center, both of us holding our breath. My finger pushes inside, a gasp escaping her thoroughly-kissed lips, and I smirk in wonder.

"So ready for me." I smile and Brenda giggles.

Brenda is a fucking goddess and every fantasy I've had about her comes rushing back to me. I'm glad she is done pretending because there is something deep happening between our eyes right now. There is no going back.

Brenda

Dylan possesses my body, and even though I'm terrified this feeling between us will end, I'm helpless to stop it.

"You're so fucking beautiful." He adds a second finger as he pumps his digits inside me, and I throw my head back into the mattress. Between the way he's milking my core and teasing my clit as if he's thoroughly read their instruction manual, and then how he's rolling my nipples between his fingers like he's trying to get me to come simply from that, I'm a needy, mewling mess. I'm so on the edge of my orgasm that it feels like I'm teetering on the edge of a cliff or some explosion. I'm blindly chasing the high that comes before the darkness.

"So good, too good," I chant, trying to tell him that I'm close.

"There isn't a night that's gone by that I haven't dreamed of the sounds you make when you come. They are tattooed on my brain. I want to collect them, keep them for me and only me forever."

My eyes fly open, and I fight for them to stay that way because my climax threatens to steal all five senses. But I want to watch Dylan.

I need to see the tic of his jaw and the wild intensity of his dilated pupils as he makes me come. Spreading my legs as wide as they'll go, I push down on his fingers and work in tandem, bucking as he slides them in. His hand comes out of my shirt and grips me behind my neck, lifting my shoulders off the bed until our foreheads meet, and we're running this marathon together. I blow apart like shrapnel, my orgasm splintering my body and sending a careening wail off the walls. Breathing isn't possible as my spine shakes and my extremities tingle, and by the time I come down, I feel like I'm floating off the mattress.

Dylan is between my legs, his boxers on the floor. "I need to be inside you."

My head nods lazily, and I let him remove the rest of my clothes, so there isn't anything left between us.

Our eyes lock and hold as he pushes inside me, the slow slide both pain and pleasure. My body goes from sated and relaxed to lit up like a Christmas tree, buzzing with the fullness and sensation. My hands tangle in his hair, and his forehead drops to mine. Slow and languid, as if he's trying to tattoo this memory onto his brain.

Dylan makes love to me. This isn't fucking; it's not the unbridled passion of reckless teens or a quickie because we don't know if this will last. Dylan makes love to me, kissing each part of my face as he stokes a fire inside me.

"So beautiful." He sighs. My lips meet his neck, my orgasm sparking at the edges of my vision. I latch on, nibbling at him, incoherent sounds pressed to his skin.

Time feels like it stands still. It feels like he is pumping into me for hours when it can't possibly and physically be that long. Our bodies are slick with sweat, so I know we've been at it awhile.

Dylan reaches for my hand, pins it to the bed, and then rises marginally so we can look at each other.

In the same breath, we come, tumbling into bliss together with a moan and a growl. While my body feels like the rays of a star have penetrated it, my heart feels like it's being sewn back together. Not like it's brand new, but like it's fixed even with its lumps and bumps. Our breaths mingle and match as our chests heave.

Dylan flops over and pulls me onto him so that his arms are around me and I'm draped over his chest. Never in a million years did I think we'd ever be here again, so I close my eyes and try to memorize this moment.

Dylan chuckles and it makes me look up at him. "What's so funny?" I smile.

"I can't even think right now. Being with you…it's like a different plane of reality. I'm never as turned on or rattled as when I'm with you. I've never been able to see anyone else when you're in the picture. You consume me whole."

The compliment has me blushing. "You're just trying to get laid again."

"Hell, yeah. If you think were leaving this bed for the rest of our lives you're crazy. You'll have to drag me out of here."

I tighten my grip on his torso. "No one said anything about leaving this bed."

His hand skates down my side, lower and lower, until his fingers trace the seam between my ass and leg. "Good, because I have so many more things I want to try."

"Oh…experimenting, huh?" I feel him twitch on his stomach.

"You have no idea." His eyes heat as he raises his fist and bites it.

That singular action alone has me flooded with desire.

This time when he kisses me, it's rough and hot. He pulls me on top of him, relinquishing control. We make love again and god I know I will never be able to be without this man again.

We lay intertwined, not letting even a sliver of our bodies not touch.

"You really are done pretending like we aren't together?" He asks after a while.

"Yeah" I respond with laziness, or maybe contentment. Probably contentment since Dylan was mellow himself.

By now I was sure everyone at the B&B had heard me scream Dylan's name.

"I'm tired of telling our friends why I'm not with you. Besides, I don't think there is a right answer on how long one should wait after a cancelled wedding."

Dylan chuckles, "Probably not." He mumbles before he kisses the top of my head. "Plus who gives a shit. I love you, you love me, let people talk."

"You've said that to me before."

"What?" He moves and looks at me, "When?" I smile at his playfully offended expression.

"The Spring dance. Actually you kind of had the same goofy grin then as you do right now. I told you to wipe if off or people would talk."

Dylan laughs out loud. "That's right I did, I told you so let em. News flash, I didn't wipe it off."

I laugh, "No…either did I. Actually Kelly called us out as soon as she saw us." My hand goes to my mouth quickly. "Oh god, why did I have to bring her up."

"Come here." Dylan pulls me closer to him.

"I feel terrible. I know Kelly hasn't been the nicest person to me but I know what its like. It's hard to not feel bad and what she must think of me."

"Brenda." Dylan breathes, "You wouldn't be you if you didn't care. It's one of the many things I love about you. You have a big, pure, loyal heart. It's okay to feel bad, I do too. But it was out of our hands. Fate had other intentions for us. You and me are meant to be together. She'll get over it."

"I hope you're right."

We don't talk about Kelly again. We both doze off wrapped in each other's arms. It didn't matter that we were in a B&B with our lives recovering from some kind of chaos. As long as we were in each other's arms, we would be okay. As long as we were together, we would always be home.

Sunlight was creeping through the windows when I woke up. I knew Dylan was awake because he was tracing patterns on my naked back. Sometime during the night, I draped myself over him. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the moment. This was the feeling I kept trying to chase the entire time I was away. To feel at peace with myself. My lips trembled, and I couldn't help and ask myself if this was how it could have been had I not left. I guess it was another thing I would have to learn to live with. Second chances were rare, third even rarer, and Dylan was my one that got away, except he didn't get away. He was back, and I would not waste our time together wondering about irrelevant scenarios. I was Dylan's as long as he wanted me. "Morning," I mumbled into his chest, feeling shy all of a sudden. Was my hair okay? Oh God, I should have set the alarm so I could have brushed my teeth. It had been a while since Dylan had seen me in all my morning glory. My hair looked like a bird's nest. It was not pretty.

Dylan didn't care for my morning freak-out; he was not having it. He tilted my chin up, and I wanted to hate him because he looked perfect. Sex hair on a guy always looked hot. His scruff was sexy. Still, he looked at me with softness and love. Like I was perfect.

"Morning, baby." I didn't have a chance to protest when he kissed me. It was light, short, and sweet—mostly because I refused to open my mouth.

He grabbed a piece of my hair and put it behind my ear. His lips pressed against my forehead, and I burrowed into his touch. What was I talking about mornings were so good with Dylan. When we started dating in high school, they were non existent. Everything about our time in London was so much more grown up. God how I had missed mornings with Dylan.

After our morning quickie and finding out that showering together didn't help when we were pressed for time, Dylan walked me into the Peach Pit. His hand was at my lower back, guiding me in. I tried to remove his hand because even though I said we could officially be together, we had to ease people into it. I was done hiding, but that didn't mean we would parade our love around town after having hot, sweaty sex.

"Babe, you screamed my name so loud last night, I'm sure the whole city knows by now," he said.

For the record, I hadn't screamed that loud.

"Aw hell no, you was supposed to wait for me to turn eighteen," Quincy yelled over the few customers.

"I was?" I turned to look at Dylan, who brought my hand to his lips and kissed it.

"I have to go to the office today to check on a few things. Stay with me again?"

"Okay," I replied breathlessly. Upon seeing Dylan's cocky grin, I almost took back my yes and said no.

Almost.

"I feel betrayed. You was supposed to be my girl." Q put his arm around me while he shook his head and we watched Dylan leave.

"Please, Q, everyone knew Brenda was Dylan's and vice versa," Emma replied from where she was preparing an espresso.

"Not true," I retorted.

"Oh, Bren, the only one who didn't know was you."

My head snapped to David, who was seated in a booth. I got out of Q's hold and smiled widely at my friend.

"I missed you," I said to his shirt since he was hugging me so tight. I hadn't seen David at all since the rehearsal dinner mess. I thought he was trying to stay neutral between his sister and myself so he was staying away. God he was a breath of fresh air.

"Now that you and Dylan got your shit together, you both can come and have dinner over at our house again soon?"

"Absolutely." I kissed his cheek and gave him the coffee, Emma had brought over.

"See you around Bren." David smiled at me as he left. I sighed happily.

"I take it you and Dylan are done hiding?" Emma wiggled her eyebrows at me once the crowd had died down. Quincy was pretending not to listen, but I knew better.

"You knew?" Emma grinned at me.

"I figured you wanted some alone time with him before you guys shared with the rest of us. I'm just glad it worked out. You guys were the cutest. I remember staring at you two when we were in high school, and I wished for a love like that."

"Thank you." I grabbed her hand and squeezed it.

"Also, you should have heard Tony go on and on about 'fucking Dylan and Brenda again." Emma covered her mouth with a blush from cussing. I laughed out loud.

"Your brother is a good guy. But damn he hated Dylan back then."

"Back then? Oh honey, he doesn't love him now. Maybe in another life you and him…I always wanted a sister."

"Emma, you are the sister I never thought I needed. I'm glad we're going to be business partners. I'm so happy I got to know you."

"Me too." Emma smiled as she moved to hug me.

"So what about Dex? Anything new?"

Emma looked down, "Um…actually Dex got a lead detective job in Sacramento. He came by last night to say bye." I frowned, Emma shrugged, "What can I say not all of us can be you and Dylan."

"I'm so sorry Emma. Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." She waved her hand like it was nothing.

The bell to the peach pit chimed and Brandon walked in. He smiled when he saw me and made his way over.

"Twin sister." He greeted me, "I heard a rumor that a certain brunette was seen entering Melrose B&B and didn't leave until the following day accompanying no other than a Mr. Dylan McKay, you wouldn't know anything about that would ya?"

I rolled my eyes and Emma giggled. "Brandon Walsh." I was completely forgotten about as Brandon eyed the beauty that is Emma.

"Emma Miller." She met his hand in a handshake. She blushed deep scarlet. Psssh Dex who?

"Brandon…you know Emma. Miller…Tony Miller's sister?"

They both had yet to let go of each other's hands, "No way." Brandon kept his eyes trained on her and then did something that made me want to smack him. His eyes traveled down her frame and back up, their eyes meeting again, "Wow…Emma Miller." Holy Shit my brother is smitten and turned stupid.

"Brandon Walsh." Emma nodded as their hands still bounced up and down in their handshake. Ok so maybe I was not the best match maker because I swear the so called prude Emma was pretty much undressing my brother with her eyes.

Thank god Steve wasn't here to reiterate my matchmaking skill suckiness. I'd never hear the end of it.

Quincy pulled my hand away from the love at first sight combustion I was witnessing. We all stood at the counter staring at the sparks fly around them.

"Damn." I whispered.

"Did you get pregnant too?" Jess appeared beside me.

"I think I did. How could I have not thought of Brandon and Emma. My god."

"Maybe because you suck at matchmaking."

"Well fuck." She was right I did suck at matchmaking.

My shoulder tingled from where Dylan was kissing it. His lips left a wake of chills everywhere he went. I lay face down; Dylan was behind me, his dick thrusting leisurely. This was heaven. "Fuck, I love watching me disappear into you." His gruff tone made me whimper. Was it possible to cram three years of sex in a week?

Nope, but Dylan was sure as hell trying.

"I thought you said you like me on my knees," I teased.

"I used to jerk off at night to the image of you and those tiny cotton shorts you used to wear to bed." He spanked my right butt cheek, making it sting. "I love your ass."

Abruptly, he flipped me, and I felt the loss of him. He stood above me, and I noticed the ripples of his abs had a thin sheen of sweat. His eyes were dark with lust. "Ask me what I love the most, Bren."

Licking my lips, I asked, "What do you love the most?"

He gave me a feral smile then bent my legs and opened them for his viewing pleasure.

"I love—" Dylan's thrusts in me were so hard my vision went white. "—watching you come apart for me."

He fucked me hard and fast, letting go of his control. My moans, his grunting, and the bed creaking were the only sounds in our room.

"Dylan" I was almost there, but I needed more. He let go of one of my legs and brought his hand down to my center, his thumb caressing my center slowly, tauntingly.

"Dylan." I intended to yell, but it came out a tortured moan. When Dylan added the pressure I needed, my eyes rolled back.

"That's it. Right there, baby. Show me how much you fucking need me." This adult Dylan dirty talk was hot as fuck.

I could barely keep my eyes open between his thumb moving constant circles and his fast-paced thrusts, but when he bent his head and sucked on my breast, I was done for.

"Baby," I moaned as I contracted hard around him.

"Fuck yeah," he groaned before he collapsed on top of me. We stayed like that for a few minutes, Dylan on top of me while I ran my fingers through his brown hair. I loved his hair. I hoped that when we had children, they got his wavy hair instead of my pin straight hair.

Holy shit. Was I thinking about babies with Dylan already?

"Bren, are you all right?" Upon noticing how still I went, Dylan sat up straight, watching me with regard.

"Yeah, I was just thinking about Emma and Brandon, did you know they have went out every night this week." I lied.

I knew Dylan loved my honesty, but this was a conversation we didn't need to have right then. "I'm happy for them." He gave me a quick kiss totally buying it before he got up to go get us food. No one could live on orgasms alone, no matter how good they were.

When I went to the peach pit for my shift on Sunday morning. I looked at the quote that was from yesterday Dylan had wrote.

Two souls are sometimes created together and in love before they're even born - F. Scott Fitzgerald.

I know right. Swoon swoon swoon. That man knew how to fucking make you swoon. I cleared my throat and walked over. Today was the day. I grabbed the eraser, wiping the lovely quote from the day before. I smiled grabbing the chalk and wrote.

To Dylan, You will forever be my always. Love, Brenda

I stared up at my hand writing. "Hey Emma, Do you think the 'To Dylan love Brenda' is to much?"

"Bren." I heard Emma from behind me.

"No it's not too much, god Emma you're so right, it's a declaration."

"Brenda!" Emma's voice was loud this time.

I swung around confused, "What?"

She tilted her head to the left and that's when I saw her. Kelly Taylor, no make up, hair in a pony tail, sitting in the booth with grey sweat pants on and a pink colored sweat shirt. Fuck.

She stared at me, tears in her eyes, then her eyes moved to the black board.

I pretended like she hadn't just witnessed that declaration. "Hey Kel. Can I get you a mocha?"

My voice sounded all wrong and a mocha? Well honestly she looked like shit and when I felt like shit I wanted chocolate.

Kelly shook her head. "I was hoping you…had a minute to talk to me." She said nervous like.

I cleared my throat, "Um sure. You okay for a couple minutes Emma?" I looked at her. Her eyes widened as she gave me an awkward nod.

"Sure." She said simply and walked away so fast I swear her ass let out smoke.

I sat down across from her. My hands rang nervously in front of me.

Kelly stared at me. She reached into her purse, grabbed something waded up and deposited it on the table in between us. I stared at them. Fuck.

"These I assume belong to you." How the fuck did she have those? I stared down at the black lace that was in a ball, ripped yet still looked delicate. My fucking panties…from the alley.

"Kelly." I breathed.

"I found them…in Dylan's pant pocket. That night we ran into you at dinner." Kelly laughed, it sounded almost manic. "I stayed over at the suite that night, I found your panties in his pocket and I knew they were yours. How I'm not sure, I just did. I saw the way he stared at you through out dinner. I felt the rage and jealousy come off him as he looked at your boyfriend or whoever he was. I had hoped he would tell me right then and there that he cheated on me. But of course…he didn't."

"Look…" Kelly put her hand up.

"How does it feel?"

My eyebrows bunched together. What was she asking? My mind was running through questions I would ask in her shoes. How does it feel being caught? How does it feel being the other women? How does it feel having Dylan back?

"How does it feel to get me back?" She finished.

I sighed loudly. "It doesn't feel good." I told her the truth.

Kelly gave me a sad smile. "No…it probably doesn't. Cause it didn't feel good back in high school doing it to you. I always knew. I always knew deep down he loved you. I always tried to push that feeling aside. Talk our relationship up. Play it off like we were meant to be…not you two so our actions were okay." I swallow hard. "It was all a lie. Every second of it. Especially these last four years."

Kelly clears her throat, her eyes glance towards the board, "I don't think the Dear Dylan is to much." She says simply.

"Kelly I'm sorry."

Kelly chuckles, "No you're not and you shouldn't be." She takes a deep breath, her elbows lay on the table in front of her, "But I am. I am sorry because maybe if I hadn't done what I did back then, this wouldn't be happening to me now. Dylan was off limits and sadly I did't care. I tried to tell myself he wasn't. I liked the attention, Dylan is handsome, he's sexy…it felt nice. What I wasn't prepared for was the insecurity and jealousy that came with being with him…especially when it had to do with you. I'm not proud of the way I treated you. I've grown up and one look at you brought me back to the end of our senior year and first year in college. I said shitty things to you. I wanted to hurt you. I wanted you to feel what I felt. And for that I'm sorry."

I bit the inside of my cheek. I didn't know what to say. "You don't have to accept my apology, I mean…we're even right?" Tears filled Kelly's eyes as she leaned back in her chair, she gathered her purse.
On instinct my hand came out and touched her hand. "I know it doesn't matter, it was once…when you were together. But if I'm being honest, we've been cheating on you emotionally for as long as I can remember. I'm not innocent, I know that. I know I got under your skin as much as you got under mine. I know I craved Dylan's friendship back then and his support, I know I seeked him out for help when I knew I shouldn't, when you were a couple. I know I've said things about you in my head, that you had the balls to say to my face. You two gutted me back in high school, Dylan…he's told me how sorry he was, you never did, so for that…I thank you and accept your apology. And I never meant for this to happen, I love Dylan, I always have but I didn't mean for our actions to hurt you." I admitted.

"That makes two of us." Kelly got up. "Have a nice life Brenda. I hope you and Dylan get your forever and always." Kelly looks one more time at the black board, my words repeated, before she swings her Chanel bag over her shoulder and out the Peach Pit door. The ding from the door echoes.

My hand comes over my eyes as I wipe down my face. Fuck.

"Are you okay?" My eyes find Emma's who moved into the seat Kelly had just vacated.

I breathed out with a nod, "Yeah I'm okay." Closing my eyes again.

"Brenda?"

"Yeah." My eyes open to find Emma staring down at the table.

"Is that panties?" Her head tilts as she inspects the offending black lace.

I reached and swiped them quickly. "Yeah." My lips tight, fighting back a smile as I shoved them in my pocket. Thanks Dylan for stealing my god damn underwear.

"Do I want to know?"

"No…I don't think you do." I laughed finally, as Emma joined in.

We got up and she wrapped her arm around me, "Geez that was freaking scary. When I saw her I didn't know what to do. I waited to see if I needed to stop a cat fight. God." She breathed out.

"No…no cat fight this time. She apologized."

"Thank god." She breathed out relieved. Confrontation wasn't something I pictured Emma doing.

"But…I'd prepare myself for Kelly's wrath again at some point."

Emma whirled around, "Why?"

I started laughing, "Because…it's only a matter of time before she finds out about you and Brandon."

The color from Emma's face drains, "Kelly and Brandon?"

"Oh girl." I shake my head, wrapping my arm around her. Poor Emma has no fucking idea.

WOO HOOO! There is one chapter left of this. A conclusion so to speak. I hope you enjoyed the chapter. Hit review and I'm so sorry I took so long to update.