Hello you! An update for ya! Just a heads up, this chapter rewinds a little before Brenda finds out about Austin's dirty slut ways. Just wanted to let you know in case you're confused. Also I apologize for the delay when I had been updating so quickly. I have covid UGH I know. I'm ok, I have mild to moderate symptoms but haven't felt much like writing. I'm on my 10th day of isolation, so my last day YAY! But thanks for your patience and yes I am vaccinated. Sucks! Anyway without further ado…Enjoy!
Chapter 11
Dirty Laundry
Brenda
In the throes of passion, I've committed a sin.
I can spin it in my head a thousand times, justify what happened outside as a momentary lapse, but nothing will change the fact that I allowed myself to succumb to temptation. I threw all caution to the wind, disregarded the feelings of the people I love, all to satisfy my own selfish needs. And if we're being even more honest, I started it. I kissed him first.
He was so angry at me, as I was livid with him. The thought of Gia and him, made me physically sick, then to see it. The whispers and smirks, ugh I wanted to smack him and at the same time I wanted to take back what was mine. Erase that bitches memory, her kiss and whatever else she let him do to her. Jealousy is a weird emotion, it makes you completely do things you would never do. Fight girls, belittle them, hate them, without even knowing them. I've done them all and I'm not proud of it.
But the guilt consumes me now. It's weighing me down. I can't regret it though that's the toughest part. The truth finally revealed itself. What Dylan and I have is something unexplainable.
It's a magnetic force.
The air we breathe.
Being with him tonight only unraveled what my heart had fought against all this time.
Every touch was like fireworks. He commanded my body as if it belonged to only him. And with every kiss, every contact, I fell into a deeper spell, desperate to feel him all over me. My hands moved on their own accord, frantically touching every part of him for fear of never being able to touch him again.
I don't want to lose him again.
There has never been a man to make me feel all the things Dylan McKay makes me feel, and the thought alone is terrifying. I'd been as a 16 year l girl, and the last time I felt all those things, I climbed in a very dark place when it all fell apart.
The wound still exposed, raw on the edges with never a genuine chance of healing. I tried by saying yes to marrying Austin, but it was all a lie.
A lie I've spun for myself and everyone around me.
My guilt was not only placed on my betrayal of Austin, it was for Dylan too. I saw the way he looked at me. I knew he knew this guilt was eating at me. And even though deep down I'm sure he understood why, the fact I wasn't jumping into his arms at a possible reunion cut him. I could tell Dylan was growing impatient. He had to live with my engagement, knowing that I was going to marry someone else, to see it with his own eyes and the minute we are together I'm acting like I regretted the whole thing. Something beautiful that should have defined us. And it did, it just wasn't only about Dylan and I, there was a third party that besides being an insecure ass, had done nothing to me.
Before I had gone back inside, Dylan had told me he loved me. He still loved me so much he couldn't even breath. He never stopped loving me.
Hearing him say those words to me, ignited a fire in my belly, tingles throughout my whole entire body and brought tears to my eyes. I had waited years for Dylan to tell me this. Before London even. It was exactly what I needed to hear and if Austin wasn't sitting inside, I probably would have said to hell with giving me time. I loved him too. I still loved him so much I couldn't breathe either. I had never stopped loving him since I was 16 years old. It validated that in al the years I've known him, even when he was just my friend, he had never stopped loving me. It also validated that everything I was feeling at this present moment was more than orgasmic bliss.
As I walk back inside the house, I brace myself for seeing Austin, only to see my father walking towards the bathroom.
His eyes fall upon my own, growing still to observe me better. There is a look of disappointment, at least I think that's why he is quietly watching me. It feels like I have written on my forehead, I just fucked Dylan against your Mercedes.
"Brenda, is everything okay?"
I purse my lips, shaking my head. "No, Dad, it's not."
He releases a heavy sigh. "Do you want to talk?"
"I need to think."
He doesn't say a word. With a sight nod, he places his hands in his pockets and lowers his gaze upon the floor. But dad is never one to keep his opinion to himself, so I wait for him to berate me for my careless actions.
"Brenda…"
I cut him off, raising my hand, too tired to run this circle anymore. "You warned me to be careful. But dad, Dylan is not the one causing the damage. It's me okay? So, if you want to blame anyone, blame me. I shouldn't have said yes to marrying Austin, not when I am still in love with Dylan."
I'm waiting for the yelling, the shouting, the how dare you still love him speech. Although it never comes. Instead, he closes the distance between us to pull me into an embrace. I bury my face into his shirt as he strokes my hair, but my tears are nowhere to be found, trapped under all the guilt.
Despite my father being part of the problem, his love for me remains unconditional. Through all my mistakes and my many flaws, he always forgives me, and I cannot imagine my life without his love and support. He isn't perfect, far from it but he's my dad.
"I love him, dad. And I know you don't want to hear that."
"I don't." He admits truthfully while pulling away. "But I'm not going to lose you again."
"You never lost me." I barely manage a smile as he touches my cheek. "It's not possible."
I excuse myself to go outside with slightly more confidence from my talk with my father. Perhaps what I needed all along was to voice the truth. The ongoing feud between my dad and Dylan plays a massive role in our future, but for now, I need to put it aside to focus on the person who deserves an explanation.
And more importantly, an apology.
I walk back outside to almost everyone up on a makeshift dance floor and dancing. I choose not to join them and look around for Austin. I briefly wonder where he is as Valerie walks over to me.
"You okay?"
I shrug, "Yes and no."
"You want to talk about it?" Her head tilts and I smile sadly.
"Yes…but not right now. Where's Austin?"
She opens her mouth to say something but stops as Dylan appears next to us.
"Brenda…I need to talk to you." There is a seriousness in his expression, I look at him, widening my eyes, what is he doing? I told him to give me time.
"Later." I say lowly. Jesus Dylan. Patience is a virtue.
"No Bren…now…it's urgent."
I'm confused, he motions his head towards the house. I sigh and reluctantly follow him, soon we are on the porch again.
"Dylan…what?" I cross my arms.
He asks me if I've talked to Austin yet. I tell him no and I realize this whole thing is crazy but his impatience is frustrating me. He hands me his phone, his eyes showing sympathy? I took down at the photo in front of me, bringing it closer to inspect it. It's Austin and a girl kissing. I swipe, they hug, swipe again and this time I see the girls face clearly. It's Maggie. We aren't friends but I've met her numerous times. She is in med school too and in Austin's study group. Austin and Maggie? These pictures should be devastating. My fiancé is kissing some girl and by the look of their comfort in the photos it doesn't look like it's a new thing.
"Bren." Dylan whispers.
I see the name on top of the text message. Anna. What the hell?
"Anna sent these to you?"
Dylan explains that Anna has been trying to call me all day. I realize with the drunken boat ride and my four hour nap, I hadn't had my phone or looked at it all day. Damn…Austin is cheating on me. I had no idea. No woman's intuition or inkling. Nothing.
Dylan explains again that Anna has tried to call me all day. I still have no clue where my phone is. Probably sitting by the bed charging I'd assume.
When Dylan asks me if Im okay, I don't really know. I tell him yes but…shocked maybe. I have no idea how I feel about this. I should be devastated.
Dylan pulls me into a hug, I close my eyes, relishing in his warmth.
"This should be an interesting conversation later." I hear Dylan chuckle and nod against my hair. Then I hear it, that annoying giggle that practically makes my skin crawl. Then I hear Austin. My head turns towards the offending noise, my feet move on their own accord. I feel Dylan following close behind me. I hear Austin again telling Gia she's been gagging for it since he had gotten there. Had she? I had only noticed her obvious want for Dylan, had she been interested in Austin? I hadn't even noticed. Dylan pulls me back. His eyes are concerned as he shakes his head, we both know what is coming. There is a protectiveness in his expression.
Austin groans loudly, I know the groan, "Yes. Little bird. Fuck."
I pull my arm back and continue to look around the corner. There Austin has his back against the wall, his head down, his hand holding Gia's hair. She is kneeling in front of him, and he groans whenever she thrust her head forward. I stands there, frozen in spot. My face serious. That son of a bitch! It's like a bad accident and my eyes can't look away.
"Fuck, yes," he grunts, his eyes close as his head hits the wall behind him. I shake my head not wanting to watch anymore and move towards the house. Dylan pulls me back, his eyes searching mine, trying to read my mind. He wants to know if I want him to do something about it. Punch him, interrupt them but the truth is I don't care. That feeling I wasn't sure about earlier now becomes very apparent. It's indifference.
As Dylan and I make it back into the house, I notice our friends looking to be having a good time still. A few couples dancing on the dance floor, openly expressing their love, only cements my thoughts of Dylan. After getting a drink and leaving Dylan to chat with Steve, I join Brandon, Kelly and Valerie at a table. They are discussing the rest of the week and things we can do after this weekend. I hear things but I'm in my own mind. Absently staring into my old fashioned. Without even noticing, I feel Austin sit beside me. I know I can't do this now. It will have to be later or even tomorrow and I'm not sure how I feel about it. I'm done pretending and even the thought of doing it until then is taxing. Austin places his hand on mine, rubbing it softly. With every stroke, my chest tightens, to which my stomach begins to churn. I don't know this man. This man who I thought was my best friend. And then, lovingly, he places his lips on my shoulder with a gentle kiss, causing me to recoil instantly.
The movement of my shoulder away from his mouth is enough for his expression to fall immediately. A dull, empty stare is only momentary as it soon morphs into anger. The temperature around me becomes increasingly hot, my skin tingles from panic. I have a bad feeling, angry at myself that I allowed my body to react to him but he repulses me now. He isn't the man I thought he was.
In just a heartbeat, Austin's rage consumes him. He slams his fist on the table, causing the glasses to tip over. My reflexes are not quick enough as he pushes his chair out and charges for Dylan. I call out his name, begging him to stop, but it's too late.
Austin throws his fist at Dylan only for him to duck, though Austin refuses to give up, attempting again, which gets Dylan right in his jaw. I run towards them but not before Dylan gets a good punch in, hitting Austin in the nose. I'm standing between them now as Brandon holds Austin back, demanding he calm down. Dad is on the opposite side his hand on Dylan's chest talking lowly to him, Steve holding back Dylan as he presses his hand to his mouth, touching the bloodied cut.
"You had to walk back into her life and ruin her again," Austin yells furiously, informing everyone else around us. "You almost killed her last time!"
I was aware Austin knew of the car accident but didn't think he knew details.
"Austin, please stop," I plead with him, moving closer to where he stands, but worry about Dylan's injury.
"Why? Why should I stop Brenda? So you can go back to him? The man who up'd and left you…pregnant and alone?" My eyes close. I wanted to tell Dylan. Alone at some point. It just wasn't the right time. "Who was already thousands of miles away from you after you lost that baby?" He grabs my hand, thrusting my ring finger at me. "You agreed to marry me. Not him. You said yes. He didn't take care of you. He didn't pick you up after you miscarried and make sure you ate, and showered. I DID! Why the hell would you say yes to me if you're still in love with him?"
I shake my head, clutching my stomach. "Please, not here." I whisper.
"Why not here?" He follows with a disturbing laugh. "If you have the audacity to fuck him while everyone is having dinner, why not let everyone know the truth?"
My shoulders curl over my chest as my lips begin to tremble. I look at Dylan, fury in his eyes, tears glistening, shock in his expression. Steve and my father holding him back when I know he wants to come to me. The news of our pregnancy and miscarried baby not stopping him from wanting to protect me from the humiliation Austin is spewing. I can't say anything, choking on my words. I want to scream at him to shut up. That only minutes ago I saw him getting head at our supposed engagement party from another woman, that I know about his affair with Maggie, but nothing comes out. I feel the eyes of my friends on us. I see the disappointment in Brandon's as he still holds on to Austin. I see the torture on Dylan's face of not knowing we were expecting a baby, a baby he never knew about that was lost in that accident, an accident he blames himself for. A realization in his eyes that not only had he left me thinking it was for the best for me, but left me in the hardest time of my life.
When a cold sweat starts to break out all over my body, I turn away and run out of the patio and straight toward the beach.
I don't stop running into the darkness even though my chest burns, and my lungs are out of air. My name is being called in the distance, but I don't stop until the sand touches my shoes. I fall to my knees with heavy sobs, clutching my stomach until I violently empty the contents onto the sand before me.
My hair is suddenly pulled back, and all I smell is mom's perfume.
"Brenda, breathe." Mom tells me.
"It'll be okay." Valerie soothes, sitting on the other side of me while rubbing my back.
I shake my head, willing the tears to escape. "It won't be okay. He knows." I sob. "Dylan knows about the baby."
"He loves you." My mother says, "He only wants to protect you."
"Oh my god everyone knows, Daddy? Everyone knows everything." I cry the realization that not only did Austin tell Dylan about my miscarriage but he also told the whole entire party. He also told everyone that I had sex with Dylan, while engaged. They didn't know about Austin's cheating.
"I can't go back there. I don't want to go back." I beg them. "I'm so humiliated."
"You don't have to go back just yet," Valerie informs me softly. "But eventually, you'll have to, and every single person will understand. Trust me. We've all gone through it."
"It's true." My mom agrees. "A whole restaurant watched your father punch a boy named Adam right in the face."
I look at my mom, "Who's Adam?"
My mom smiles, "My college boyfriend."
"I thought dad was your college boyfriend?"
"He was, but we broke up because your father was an idiot and Adam was great. He didn't like that too much. Love will make you do crazy things, and jealousy is a beast when it comes out to play." My mom admits with a heavy sigh.
I raise my eyes to meet hers. Is that true? "Girl…I've been with a lot of men. I've had 2 guys vying for my attention too. Noah…Steve…David, guys you don't even know. I've cheated, lied, hurt people I loved more than anything. Lost the only man that I ever truly loved." Valerie quickly wipes a tear from her cheek, "Kelly and Brandon have had their on and off troubles. David and Donna, Steve and Clare, Brandon and Tracy or Susan. Andrea had an affair for god sakes. Andrea!" Valerie chuckles and I laugh a little wiping my nose. "The point is, we've all been through this. Sometimes being in love with someone makes no sense at all. We follow our hearts, and sometimes, we mistakenly hurt people along the way."
"I hurt everyone, and Dylan…did you see his face?"
"Dylan is like your father. He is stronger than you think he is and right now he is probably more worried about you. As for Austin, he'll need time to heal."
"Austin was cheating on me." I blurt out. "With a girl named Maggie who goes to school with him. Anna sent pictures, then after I…slept with Dylan." I swallow the embarrassment down saying this in front of my mother. "Dylan and I saw him with Gia."
"Are you fucking kidding me?" Valerie yells. She stands and looks toward the house. I grab her hand as she looks like she is ready to march in there and give him a piece of her mind. "What an asshole!"
"I know but…no more drama tonight. Please."
Valerie nods and hugs me. And so, we sit for what feels like forever until I begin to shiver uncontrollably. Valerie insists we head back, the two of them holding onto me as we walk slowly back to the house.
When I step back onto the patio, the party is well over. Servers are cleaning the area, all the while making me feel guilty for ruining the night. The only person I see in the patio is my father.
"Where's Austin?" I ask, defeated.
"Brandon drove him to a near by hotel."
"And Dylan?"
"I'm not sure." Is all he says. My father takes a deep breath, "I think you should go to bed. It's been a long night."
Valerie locks her arm with mine, "He's right. Tomorrow is a new day and you need sleep."
I nod and quickly mumble goodnight to my parents then stop in my tracks.
"I'm…I'm sorry for disappointing you both." I stammer, barely able to hold myself together from crying again. "I don't know what I was thinking."
As we begin to walk away, I faintly hear my mom ask my dad if he is okay.
"I will be." He begins, then stalls, "As long as my daughter is okay, I will be fine."
His words may be the only light at the end of the dark tunnel. More than ever, I need my family. I was a fool ever to think I would outgrow my need for my parents, for my brother, my family here in Beverly Hills, not to mention Dylan.
Nothing can break our family bond. It's strength far out weighs anything.
Inside my room is an empty bed. I notice Austin's suitcase is gone, only mine laying in the closet. I move toward the bed and climb beneath the covers. Valerie follows suit wrapping her hands around me while stroking my hair.
"I saw the spark, Brenda." She whispers gently. "All weekend, I saw it between you and Dylan. This weekend was hard to watch. Watching you try to convince yourself that it wasn't there. But the war is over, you've fought, and now it's time to go live the life you deserve with the man you love. Brenda." Valerie breathes, "Don't lose him like I lost David."
"Austin…"
"Is a fucking jerk. He is a jerk who does not deserve this guilt or even a second thought. So what you fucked Dylan against Jim's prize Mercedes."
I look at her, um Austin didn't know that, he didn't say that fact, she laughs, "I saw you."
I cover my face with my hands, "Fucking hot." She adds.
"Oh my god." I whine. "Who else saw?"
"No one." She hugs me tightly, "I was just trying to make sure you were okay. Then saw you were more than okay." She laughs.
Valerie sighs getting serious, "Austin is hurt but will move on. I know he doesn't know you know of his infidelity. He has no reason to be high and mighty. He has no right to be angry with you. He was having an affair Brenda. And even though that sucks he must know deep down that you aren't the one either. Why else would he be hooking up with other girls. I know he was your friend, he was there for you in a dark time, a time I wish you would have let me into, cause I would have been on the first flight to London but you can't confuse that friendship with real consuming love. You and Dylan have that friendship but you have that all consuming love for one another too."
For once, Valerie is right. Austin and mine's relationship was nothing more than a friendship. Neither one of us wanted to let go of what was comfortable. We faced the hand of the universe, and in the end, we both paid the price.
Dylan
My hands continue to clench while I pace the driveway outside the front of the property.
Brenda ran off toward the beach after the fucker humiliated her in front of everyone. Who aired OUR dirty laundry for all to hear. That asshole knew about the baby. A baby I didn't even know about.
I desperately wanted to run after her, but Jim advised against it. I'm not sure why I listened to him, nor why he felt compelled to protect me. But I left her to be comforted by Cindy and Valerie, escaping in the opposite direction to avoid everyone's concern.
"Dylan, calm down." Steve demands, his arms folded beneath his chest as he watches me with a stern expression. "What did you honestly think would happen? Dude…you fucked his fiancé."
I breathe out loudly, "Steve." I warn. I sigh, "I don't know. I really didn't expect that prick to come at me with his fist!"
Kelly is standing beside Steve, unusually quiet. I scratch my face, replaying tonight. Steve's right. I fucked another man's fiancé and expected to walk away unscathed. But that prick is anything but flawless.
And yeah, I made a mistake by going there but I never claimed to be perfect. Perhaps I did torment her by making her jealous, but what happened between us was bound to happen whether it was tonight, tomorrow, or next week. Brenda and me were enviable.
I'm in love with her and refuse to sit back and do nothing, not when I know she feels the same way. Not when I know the hurt I caused her by leaving. Not when I know we were going to be parents, even if it wasn't meant to be at that time.
"Fuck." The pain in my chest burns, knowing that I left Brenda alone in that.
"What are you going to do now? You love her? So what. You loved her all those years ago, and you walked away." Kelly says softly.
"I had no choice!" I scream at her.
"Everyone has a choice."
My pacing stops as my gaze shifts towards Kelly. I am just about to defend my actions but I don't know what to say and I quickly realize I don't owe her or Steve for that matter anything. I excuse myself to my room. A couple hours must have past but I haven't moved from my spot on the edge of the bed. My head in my hands, a baby, we were going to have a baby. I'm not angry at Brenda. I know she would have eventually told me. When the time was right. There was a lot going on when she was in the hospital. Jim wouldn't let me see her. Cindy had only told me she was alright, banged up but alright. I'm lost in thought when I hear a gentle knock on the door. I'm about to tell whoever it is I want to be alone but the person that peaks her head through the door is the only person I want to see.
"Can I come in?" Brenda asks softly. Her beautiful face is free of makeup, her eyes red and swollen from crying, wearing a robe. My heart breaks looking at her. For when she is in pain, I am in pain. When she bleeds, I am bleeding with her. She sits beside me, placing her hand on top of mine. I immediately intertwine my fingers, so we're holding hands. She sits beside me silent, radiating a blanket of comfort around me with her presence. The only sound I hear, loud and encompassing, is the quickened beat of a heart. It's beautiful. A melody I've known for the longest time. And it belongs to the woman beside me, a woman who has come here despite my mistakes. There is no judgement in her fallen expression, there is only pain, a reflection of me. Brenda is my home. My family. My reason to breathe. To fight. Her expression is filled with guilt.
"A baby." I breathe. My eyes meet her's, tears in them, "We were going to have a baby?"
Her tears flow easily down her cheeks, "Yes…I lost it in the car accident. I was going to tell you. That day on the beach. I…I just didn't know if it was the right time. I didn't know I was pregnant. The doctor told me I was and I wasn't anymore in the same sentence. He explained it was quite normal that early on. And he wasn't sure if it was just something that had occurred or if the accident was the reason. A week later you were gone and there was so much happening with my dad and your money. There just wasn't time to tell you and for that I'm sorry. I'm really sorry Dylan, I never meant for you to find out like that." She breaks down.
I wrap my arms around her as she sobs into my chest. "Hey…it's okay. It's not your fault. Baby." I whisper, "It's not your fault. Austin had no right to blurt that shit out. I'm not mad, I only wanted to protect you from what he was saying." I pulled away and held her face in my hands. I leaned in and kissed her. It was a pressured kiss that neither of us deepened. My forehead rests against hers, "I'm not mad." I repeat. "I wish I was there in all that, I would have been there for you…for us."
Silence surrounds us for several minutes, "I can't lose you." I breathe. "Not again."
She shakes her head, bringing my fingers to her lips, placing a gentle kiss. "We're family. You'll never lose me."
I squeeze the hand that still holds mine. I look down at it and close my eyes only for them to spring open a second later. The ring is no longer there. The entire universe shift's. Everything we were or had before, has been given another life. Even though I knew it was coming. With Austin's infidelity and everything, it doesn't change the feeling I have actually seeing that it's over. Austin and Brenda are over.
Slowly, I trace my thumb over her empty ring finger. A slow smile escapes my lips, the first I've smiled in what seems like a while.
"I should have never accepted it." Her voice low, choking from raw emotion. "It's always been you Dylan."
And just like that my arms are around her again. I hold her head against my chest. My heart beating a beautiful melody, one I know belongs to her.
"You don't understand how much I needed to hear that." I tell her while kissing the top of her head.
"Can you forgive me? For saying yes to marrying another man?" She murmurs.
"Can you forgive me for leaving? For not fighting?" I lean away from her and stare at her with bright eyes. All I see is the woman I love. No animosity, no resentment. Just two people fighting for the same thing…each other.
"Yes." She whispers.
"There is nothing to forgive baby." I murmur answering her question, tracing her lip with the tip of my finger. "We were both hurting then. We have both made mistakes. What matters is what happens from this moment forward."
The truth is, the trouble with us is that we could never let go. And finally, even though we had some things to work through, we were both where we belong.
Brenda
I could't agree more. He's right we both have made mistakes. This is a new beginning.
"Come here." Dylan moves up to the middle of the bed. He waits for me to join him with a devilish smirk on his handsome face. His eyes turning to fire.
I crawl over to him on all fours until I straddle him. His hands fumble with the belt of the robe, yanking on the knot until it springs open and my body is exposed. Yes I showered before coming in here, no I wasn't wearing anything underneath. And no it wasn't premeditated. I just couldn't wait to see him, to talk to him. To apologize.
Dylan eyes take in my naked form, the first time seeing it in four years. He breathes out with a comforted sigh. "I've fucking missed you." His voice low and laced with agony.
I stare into his eyes, losing myself in him. As he leans forward, my pulse races, craving him so much. His lips graze against mine, soft teasingly. He withdraws but stays a breath away, leaving the spot he kissed burning like wildfire as his stare deepens.
"I love you Bren."
My mouth rises into a small smile, "I love you Dylan."
Kisses trail my skin, igniting every sense. My hands cup his face as I moan softly. I never imagined how passionate foreplay could be by the simple act of kissing. It's all juvenile, and I love every second of it. There's no rush, no pressure, just two people learning how to become one again. And this time, we have the freedom to be ourselves. Our time outside was wonderful especially since it had been so long. Outside was secret, guilt ridden and forbidden but this was us. The real us.
Dylan's hand slides down my arm, past the curve of my breast and rests on my thigh. I continue to straddle him, watching his penetrating gaze fall onto my breasts as he bites his lip to restrain himself.
No words need to be said, the silence speaking volumes as my hands wander towards the edge of his pants, pulling the string to loosen the waist of the sweet pants he had changed into. Dylan groans in my mouth while I lean forward, allowing him space to remove his pants in one swift move.
My heart is beating like a loud drum, the anticipation too much for my aching body to handle. Our eyes can't break the stare until he brushes against my entrance and enters me whole. My back arches, a delicious moan escaping me as his lips find their way to my breasts. His tongue rolls around my nipples with a slight tug, enough for the pleasure and pain to spread throughout my entire body.
We move in perfect sync, our gazes locked, the silence speaks loudly between our shallow breaths. Dylan clutches the back of my neck, drawing me closer to him. My hair framing us as his mouth eagerly kisses me deeply. His tongue lusciously moving against mine, his hand grips my neck harder as he grunts into my mouth as we move together. He grips my hips as I lean to a sitting position again, he watches me with fire in his eyes as I ride him. Goosebumps cover every inch of my body, my nipples are beyond hard as he pinches them softly. My cries are mixed with moans, the sound fighting for attention with the grunts his body expels. Dylan sits up, it allows him to bury himself deeper within me.
His face is in line with mine, so close as we lose ourselves in the heat of the moment, kissing him has always been an addiction I don't ever want to cure.
I pull away while arching my back, I call his name in absolute pleasure. He slides his hand behind my neck again, his gaze begging me to look at him. His hips raise in sync with mine, pushing himself deep in and out of me. At that moment, our eyes connect so profoundly, my emotions run wild. Intimacy sparking around us. His eyes sparkle with unshed tears as I feel a tear run down my cheek. His thumb wipes it quickly, as he continues to stare into my eyes. This is the defining moment. This isn't just sex like it had been outside. This is absolute heaven and hell rolled into one. My thumb scraps on his bottom lip, causing the feverish spell we're in to intensify.
"I'm close Dylan, so close." I moan whisper.
His lips crash onto mine, the taste delicious. "Let go baby." He breathes and by the tensing in his body I know he is there too.
His hands lace around my neck again, our foreheads touching as he thrusts inside me. I ride him, a rhythm building momentum until I feel my muscles tighten around him. My body jerks, a shiver following as a deep grunt escapes his lips and his body joins mine into this euphoria.
My eyes blink rapidly, sweat dripping from both our foreheads while I try to gather my bearings and gain visibility again. The momentary flash of lights blind me, as does the pleasure overcoming every inch of our bodies.
Our breaths, uneven, echo inside the room.
Dylan kisses me softly. Relishing in our release, his hand still on my neck as his other one caresses up and down my spine. Slowly, I slide off, collapsing beside him, he turns to face me. His hand caressing my cheek.
"Now what?" He asks, breathless, spreading tiny kisses on my arm and my face.
"I don't know." I answer truthfully, because I can't think right now.
"You don't know?" My eyes snap to his, his tone hurt.
"God Dylan…can you let me catch my breath after the mind blowing sex we just had. Fuck." He chuckles, pushing my hair away from my sweaty face. "I want forever." He whispers getting serious. "The whole package Bren." He kisses my shoulder, tightening his grip on me.
"It's not going to be easy, though, you know that?" I say truthfully.
"Because sometimes you're a pain in the ass and I'm an arrogant bastard?" He smiles a beautiful smile at me.
I dig my finger into his ribcage, causing him to grunt. His hand caresses my naked hip, "I know, we still have the matter of your father…but I'm done being without you. I'm all in Bren, your worth the fight, you've always been worth the fight."
I didn't want to mention my earlier talk with my dad. I told my dad I was in love with Dylan. My dad wouldn't at all be surprised by a reconciliation between myself and Dylan. He knows it's coming. But when it comes to their relationship, the two of them need to build the bridge without me standing in the middle handing them the tools. They are both hot-headed, and despite Dylan arguing the said fact, he is exactly like my father. Prideful and opinionated.
"Dylan." I mention softly. "There is my father, but what about us? You live here. I live in London. How are we going to make this work? I mean….long distance? We can fly back and forth but with your business and hopefully my new play next month, how would this work?"
"Shh." He whispers with a small smile, holding onto me tight. "We have time to figure it out. You don't have to fly back to London right away right? The audition is next month?"
I nod. His lips graze mine, his tongue gently tracing my bottom lip. "Well figure it out. But for tonight, we need to make up for lost time. You ready for round two?"
I let out a small chuckle, "How many rounds are we talking about tonight? I'm sure Valerie and Steve got an ear full tonight." I can't even be embarrassed about it knowing that Steve and Janet, and Valerie room's are on either side of this one. Thankfully I know Maddie has her own and my parents are on the other side of this massive house.
"Steve is probably fist pumping and Valerie well…she may be too." He says with a laugh. "As for how many rounds? As many as you can handle, it's been a long four years."
"Oh I can handle it. The real question is, can you handle me?"
The sexy smirk that spread across his handsome face makes me tingle. Butterflies fly around my belly and shoot right down into my core. He moves, his chest against mine, pushing me to my back as he hovers over me. He kisses my neck, my collarbone, my lips. Dylan pushes into me, in one forceful thrust. His eyes are predatory. He's ready to own me. Here, now…and forever.
The way it was always meant to be.
*Fans myself* Well well well. There it was. These two love birds have a lot to catch up on and A LOT to figure out. Next up, more Brenda and Dylan sexiness. A Brandon and Dylan chat. The gang has a final breakfast before they leave Malibu and Brenda and Dylan have to figure out how they are going to do this. Hit review my loves. Tell me EVERYTHING!
