Beware this chapter is rated M…NC-17 whatever, sexual angst and language, along with some other mature material. Also beware for dirty bird Dylan. He may be my new favorite : ) Not sure if I want to let him go very easily.

Chapter 24 The Pretty Kitty and the Walking Hard On

Brenda had never been so conflicted in her life. She spent the night warm next to Dylan. It was just how she had remembered it before coming to London. He made her feel safe and comfortable, like the side of his body, her nook, was made for her. The emotional heartfelt words from his letters played over in her head. There were definitely things she needed to talk to him about but sadly it was so much easier to move into something with him without getting into it. The truth of it though wasn't realistic and it would become an issue later Brenda was sure of it. Like for instance, why get into a relationship with him when they lived in two separate countries. Would Dylan move to London, get a place there and maybe after the semester when it came time for housing re-registration she could move in with him? Wait was she jumping the gun or what? Sure Dylan had wanted her to move in months ago before he had gone to rehab but it was different now. They had both been apart, slept with other people, no matter how deeply they cared for each other, it was unlikely they would slip right back into what they were. Wasn't it?

Brenda took a deep breath, turning her back into the shower head. She let the warm water wash away her stress and worries. She had woken up before Dylan. She had shimmied out from his embrace and decided to get a head start on the day. Knowing there was four people sharing the suite and only two bathrooms. She had worried a bit about if it would be weird or awkward with Dylan this morning, but the feeling subsided quickly after realizing it was just Dylan. They would eventually have to talk about the fight and where they were at this point but they had only slept in the same bed, they hadn't had sex; they hadn't seen each other naked or anything. It was no big deal. She would act the same and they would get back to the whole basis as to why they were all there to begin with. Today was a big day after all; Valerie would hopefully have her chance alone with Kevin. Jonesy had already hacked into his network and computer and all he needed was Kevin to lead the way, log in to his account and BAM, the rest was history. Valerie could buy some time, allow Jonesy, to get back to the suite to transfer the money back into Dylan's bank account, after securing his cut of course, and Dylan would be a rich man again. Dylan and Brenda's job was to still stay out of sight, listen in on Kevin and Valerie and if Jonesy wasn't back in time for the transfer, he had showed them what to do. It would be a long day though, Kevin and Valerie had agreed to go on Mr. and Mrs. Cavendish's boat and they were going to be gone all day fishing. Valerie wouldn't have her chance to get Kevin alone until they had returned in which Jonesy knew had to be at least by 4 o'clock because Suzanne had a spa appointment thanks to Hector for supplying that information. Everything was laid out and planned and it was approaching sooner than later. Brenda finally turned off the water, reaching around and squeezing the access water from her hair.

Dylan stirred slowly. He reached out stretched and waited for his eyes to adjust to the brightness. He looked over to Brenda's side seeing it empty. He sat up slowly and heard talking in Valerie's room. Good…maybe they are working out all the bullshit, he thought to himself. He dragged himself out of bed and shuffled toward the bathroom after retrieving his toothbrush. He rubbed his face tiredly and reached for the bathroom door. He opened it swiftly and saw her, standing butt naked, towel to her side as they both froze. He stood there eyes traveling down her sleek petite frame. They landed on her erect perfectly proportioned light brown nipples. Then her ample round fare breasts, perky and appealing. Moving lower to her taut waist, lower to her center, soft and triangular. His breath hitched noticing it looked different since the last time he saw it first hand. An inner groan sounded in Dylan's head, Oh fuck me…only a landing strip, he thought and almost suddenly he was aroused, he was practically gawking at her trimmed private area.

Brenda shrieked, he had frightened her.

"Oh…sorry…ah…" Dylan stuttered trying to look away but not doing a good job.

"Dylan!" Brenda gasped realizing she was standing naked. She jumbled with her towel as she tried to cover herself. "God can't you knock?" she yelled mortified.

Dylan swallowed hard and turned away from her facing the door, a smirk fell to his lips and he took a deep breath as the image flashed through his mind again.

"Ok…Jesus Dylan." Brenda commented as she secured the towel around her body.

"Decent?" he kept his sexy smirk as he turned to face her.

Brenda nervously moved her fingers through her wet hair and exhaled, "Yes."

They stared at each other for a moment and Brenda broke the ice, "All yours, I will change in Valerie's room." She noticed his eyes shift down her body again. She rolled her eyes and with a shake of her head she grabbed her clothes and took the few steps to the door. She stopped close to him and leaned in whispering close to his ear, "My eyes are up here…pig."

Dylan nervously looked up to her eyes, "I…know that." His voice broke. "I wasn't looking." He lied playfully.

"Really?" Brenda said with a tilt of her head. She backed away from him slightly and her eyes slowly dragged down his body. There tented out from his boxers was all the proof she needed. Dylan's eyes followed hers and with a quick reaction he covered his erection with both hands, adjusting it quickly.

He shyly looked at her with a smirk and Brenda smiled shaking her head as she left the bathroom. There goes it not being awkward, Brenda thought as she went to get dressed. The image of Dylan standing with his erection flared across her eyes. Shit, Brenda shook her head, so much for just pretending everything was normal and fine, now all she was going to think about all day was wanting to see just how excited she got him under those boxer briefs, the thickness and length, the hardness…Oh Fuck me, Brenda thought stopping the mental picture of his rock hard appendage. Thank god I shaved, she thought lastly.

***

Valerie and Jonesy had been gone an hour. It was barely 10 o'clock in the morning and there wasn't anything to do just yet. All four of them would not be back on land until 4 o'clock, or close to it anyway. Dylan's focus went to Brenda as she bent over and began straightening up the small coffee table. He reflexively licked his lips as she gave him a free show. Her short white cotton dress hitched up slightly showing off the bottom of her butt cheeks in such a way that left so much to the imagination. She reached slightly down the table as it rose a little. Dylan forced the lump down his throat as it slid higher and just when he was about to see exactly what kind of panties Brenda was wearing at the moment, she reached back and pulled down her dress so she was properly covered. She held it against her butt and thighs as she finished with whatever the hell she was straightening, Dylan hadn't noticed. He cleared his throat and gently shook his head. She turned and looked at him and gave him a small smile not having a clue about what Dylan was thinking of at the moment. It consisted on keeping Brenda in that position, bent over, ass against him, with his hands firmly on her hips. Then another one had Brenda against the south wall, her legs tightly wrapped around his waist, Dylan's pants around his ankles, Brenda's dress kept on because underneath, he had easy access. In Dylan's mind the missing factor from Brenda's little peep show was the fact there was no peaking undergarments. The movie played in Dylan's mind as he took Brenda over and over up against the wall.

"Is it hot in here?" Dylan mumbled as he fingered his shirt and brought it away from his body.

"I am fine." Brenda shrugged sitting on the couch.

He let out a loud groan, "What do you want to do? I don't know what to do?" his voice was edgy and rushed. "Let's go somewhere…I need to get out of here." he said panicked.

"Relax…we can't leave…want to see if there is a movie on or something?"

He took a deep breath as she stared at him, waiting for an answer, "Sure." he mumbled running his fingers through his hair. She looked around for the remote, bending over again lifting the cushions to the sofa. There was her sweet ass again. Dylan looked at the ceiling letting a low forced someone fucking kill me laugh and glanced back at her as she pulled the remote from the last cushion. She eyes widened with a smile as she showed him she had found it. She patted the empty space next to her and turned on the TV.

She lifted her legs one at a time and lay them on the coffee table getting comfortable. The way her short dress hit her thighs, the angle in which she was sitting made the small space between her dress and her crotch seem black and mysterious. Dylan slowly swallowed again picturing the smooth triangle, trimmed and tempting again. He pictured his face buried in between her legs as Brenda moaned his name, grinding her center against his face, grabbing his hair to urge him on.

"Are you coming?" Brenda said noticing the blank expression on his face.

"I wish…but you are." he murmured.

"What?" Brenda hit mute on the television.

Dylan shook his head quickly, "Nothin." he forced a small smile and walked to join her on the couch. Dylan sat with his hands clamped in fists in his lap as he stole a side glance at Brenda as she flipped through the channels.

She laughed and looked at him, "Look…The Marx Brothers." she winked at him remembering the memory fondly and set down the remote focusing on the television.

There it was again, naked Brenda in his mind, FUUUCK MEEEE, his voice whined in his head. What is she doing to me? It was only a vagina Dylan…chill…it's not like you haven't seen one before…or hers for that matter. He cleared his throat loudly. He looked at her and she looked at him, she smiled and turned back to the TV, slowly Dylan followed his gaze back as well.

She sighed with a content smile as she moved herself on the couch getting more comfortable. She propped up one of the pillows on the arm of the couch and turned herself leaning against. She brought up her legs and rested them in my lap, crossing her ankles. Dylan looked down, her cute feet resting on his lap, her freshly painted toenails curling slightly. Brenda settled down into the couch a bit more and the movement made her heel press firmly into his massive hard on and he groaned at the friction. His dick pressed harder against the zipper of his jeans, not asking for release but demanding it. He closed his eyes trying to breath, slow and steady. He opened his eyes and tried to concentrate on the television again as she squirmed again, trying to get more comfortable. Her heel did it again this time more firmly and Dylan exhaled loudly.

"What the fuck Bren…will you stop moving?" he said it with a bit too much hostility and tone.

Brenda's face fell as she frowned, "Sorry…I was just trying to get comfortable…geez you are in a mood today, jerk." she pouted and moved her feet from his lap scooting as far from him as possible. She crossed her arms and huffed, Dylan looked over at her feeling badly for his tone and then noticed the way her tits pressed together as she crossed her arms like that. Are you fucking kidding me? What was the matter with him?

Dylan got up quickly, "Allllright that's it…come on…lets go." he quickly went for the door.

Brenda got up quickly, "Where? What if someone see's us?"

Dylan tossed his jacket on, "Who's going to see us? Suzanne and Kevin are on a boat. Come with me." his voice lowered with the last sentence turning his request sincere.

"Ok." Brenda nodded grabbing her coat and following him out of the hotel room.

***

The fresh air was nice. It was just what Dylan needed from his naked Brenda thoughts and his permanent hard on all morning. He took a deep breath and glanced at Brenda. She looked pretty. Her hair blowing into her face a little as she gently pushed it back. She glanced at him and gave him a soft smile. He retuned it as they looked straight ahead again. Dylan thought about it, maybe now was a good time to talk about what had happened last night. The Valerie thing, the things Brenda said to him, the letters, sleeping in each others arms. Maybe now was a good time to talk about where it left them.

"Bren…" he began.

"Oh look Dylan." She smiled and grabbed his hand, "It's like a street fair." she said excitedly pulling him toward it.

Dylan smiled and exhaled allowing her to drag him toward it. She showed a cute enthusiasm he hadn't seen from her since he arrived in London. She practically skipped to a vender and browsed through some hats. She laughed and grabbed a funky looking one and set it on his head. She laughed again, "Cute." she nodded and grabbed one for herself. "How do I look?" She posed.

He chucked, "More than cute." he looked at her lovingly.

She broke the stare quickly returning the hats and moving to the next booth. She eyed some sea glass as Dylan joined her. She ran her hand smoothly across a brilliant blue one. "It's pretty huh?" she murmured.

Dylan stood close to her side, he gazed down at her, inhaling her scent, "

Yeah…very." referring to her. He kept his stare admiring her features closely. Missing the curve of her lips, the slope of her jaw, the feel of her lips against this.

Brenda looked up hearing a familiar voice. Her eyes widened as she quickly grabbed Dylan by the sides of his jacket, backing him in between two buildings.

"Bren." he breathed out mistaking her aggressiveness for passion.

"Shhh…don't move for a second." Brenda whispered, "Oh my God Dylan…it's Erica."

It took a moment to register, "Erica?"

Brenda looked into his eyes and nodded, she kept her fingers firmly grasped to his jacket as she leaned out looking out between the building again bringing him slowly with her. There she was three feet from them, at the same table, Erica was admiring the same sea glass Brenda had just been admiring. Dylan edged forward but Brenda pushed him back, "Wait." she instructed. Then peaked again watching a women approach her.

"Erica dear are you almost ready?" she asked.

Erica sighed loudly, "No." she said coldly, "Give me a second, I am looking at sea glass." she said with attitude.

The women rolled her eyes, "Fine five minutes…stay right here, I'm going to find Adam, don't move." she said sternly.

Erica mocked her and rolled her eyes as the women disappeared a table down.

"Pssst." Dylan whispered getting Erica's attention. "Erica." he said quietly.

A wide smile spread across her face, "Dylan! Brenda!" she said happily.

"Shhhh sweetie." Brenda said returning her smile. The woman was still in view.

"Oh my god Dylan…I thought I would never see you again. Did you come here for me? Gosh I missed you so much" she whispered keeping her eyes on the sea glass.

"I missed you too…you look so grown up so…pretty." he whispered emotionally grabbing on to Brenda's hand.

"I hate it…I hate how they took me from you. I knew you would find me. Take me with you Dylan…please." she begged.

"I know sweetie, I want that too, how many of them are you with?" he asked keeping his eye on the woman.

"Just Whitney, my mean nanny and Adam, the butler."

Brenda scowled, the butler? Of course they were "rich" now. She rolled her eyes.

"I am going to come and get you." Dylan said emotionally, he had missed his little sister so much.

"Be careful Dylan…they know who you are." Erica's tone turned worrisome. "Here…" she took a brilliant green piece of sea glass out of her pocket and slid it to the end of the table, "I collect it…it's my favorite one." she said sadly. "Don't forget about me Dylan…come back for me…promise?" she said with tears in her eyes.

Brenda's heart broke as she squeezed Dylan's hand, "I promise kid…as soon as I can." he whispered holding back his own tears.

Without notice Adam and Whitney appeared, "Come on Erica." she grabbed her hand as Dylan and Brenda quickly hid themselves again.

Whitney pulled her toward the direction Brenda and Dylan were in and Erica pulled her hand back. "I thought we were going this way." she said worried Dylan would be seen.

"No…we have to go back, you have a ballet lesson in an hour and I told your mom I would have you back in time." she said sternly grabbing her again and pulling her more roughly in the direction of the space between the buildings.

Brenda thought quickly as she pressed herself into Dylan, pushing him against the wall. Her mouth caught his in a hungry kiss hiding their faces away from Erica, Adam and Whitney.

The three saw them aggressively making out again the wall. Brenda moaned loudly running her hands up Dylan's chest forcefully as Dylan gripped Brenda's ass with a groan pulling her into him.

Erica giggled covering her mouth, "Well I never." Whitney huffed covering Erica's eyes and pulling her out of the view.

After several moments when Brenda knew it was safe she broke from the groping, "Ok…I think its safe." she whispered. She turned and bent over to peak, looking in both directions to make sure the close was clear.

Dylan's eyes were filled with lust as he grabbed her around the waist again pulling her back into him. He growled, she was a scandalous, a shameless cock tease, he gripped her ass again, wanting to punish it for being so appealing and perfect. He pushed his lips against hers again, sweeping his tongue gently across hers. Brenda smiled and pushed him away, she laughed and pulled her dress down to properly cover herself, "Come on lover boy." she mumbled looking down at his enormous erection again, "Pig." Ugh I want it, she really thought. She said it with a chuckle as she reached grabbing the seas glass with one hand and him with the other. She continued on her way pulling him back to the hotel.

**

It was about 3 o'clock and Brenda and Dylan huddled together on the couch over the computer as they both listened in with their headphones. They listened as Jonesy and Kevin went on and on about the fish they had caught and Valerie and Suzanne chatted about the local shopping. Brenda took a deep breath as she stretched. Dylan eyes went to her chest as it moved closer to him. Brenda stretched her neck and began kneading her shoulder. She let out a moan and Dylan shut his gaping mouth. Dylan jerked as Brenda caught his ogling eye and knocked a glass of water to the floor. The glass fell between them but not before spilling all over Brenda's lap. She jumped at the coldness pulling the headphones from the adapter and the background noise and Kevin's voice filled the room.

"Oh shit Bren…I'm sorry." Dylan got up quickly grabbing a towel from the bathroom. Brenda had picked up the ice and cup from the floor.

"It's ok Dylan." she said allowing him dry her.

He gently patted her lap and Brenda opened her legs slightly resting her hand over his on the towel moving it to where it needed to be dried. Brenda's breath caught as she felt the tips of his fingers graze the crotch of her panties as he dried her thigh. Their eyes slowly lifted to one another. Lust lids, filled with want and need burned through one another. The intense stare made them explode with arousal and Brenda squeezed her legs together to relieve the want with friction. "Thanks." she took the towel from him.

Dylan kept his eyes on her and nodded slowly.

"I should change." she smiled looking down at her white dress now completely see through. She rose to her feet, the dress wet from the water clung to her body and Dylan was face to face with the black lace panties that had been a mystery all day. The cotton dress now so see through you could see the exact lace pattern. His breath caught as the pictures he had been fighting all afternoon played vividly through his head and without even thinking his hands were on her hips as he looked up at her.

"Dylan?" Brenda looked at him oddly.

He rose slowly, his stare burning though her again , keeping his hands on her hips gripping her strongly. Without a second thought he leaned into her smashing his lips against her again. Brenda melted into it as he pulled her body against him. His hands moving down her ass greedily. Brenda moaned against his lips as he lifted her around his waist as she wrapped her arms tightly around his neck. Their kisses were hungry and passionate letting go the frustration that they had both been keeping in. Dylan grinded himself against her heat groaning out in relief as he rubbed his length against her. He didn't want to move her to the wall where he had fantasized earlier or to one of the bedrooms, he wanted her now. Keeping her straddled around him, he lowered her to the couch, setting himself between her thighs. They continued to kiss belligerently, letting out pants and moans with every movement. Dylan lowered his lips to her collarbone, dragging his tongue, tasting her, up to the back of her ear.

"Dylan." Brenda breathed out.

"You have been driving me crazy all day…flaunting your perfect ass and practically bald pussy in my face." Dylan's voice seductive and husky groaned against her ear.

Brenda pulled back and looked at him shocked. Oh shit…is she disgusted I said the P word? Dylan thought. Had I never said that in front of her before? Surely I had?

"I'm sorry Bren, I didn't mean to offend you its just…" Brenda leaned in and kissed him silencing him letting out a sexy groan.

"Fuck that was hot Dylan." Brenda breathed in between kisses and Dylan let out a grunt as her hands rubbed his bulge in his jeans.

Not letting another moment pass, Dylan leaned up from her and gripped the sides of her underwear pulling them off in one swift motion. Dylan looked down at her naked lower half and exhaled softly with want. He stared into her eyes and he unfastened his jeans, pushing them off finally letting the cramped erection escape. He buried his face within her doing the things he had fantasized about, feeling the smoothness of her folds, hearing the moans of his name escape from her lips. Brenda's hand gripped the back of Dylan's head as she pushed herself into him.

"God…Dylan…don't stop." Brenda moaned.

Dylan smiled against her, she was beyond hot right now to him and at this point hearing her moan his name and squirm under him was enough to last him a lifetime.

Brenda wanted more, she needed more, she urged him up and after a bit of force he obliged. "Dylan…" she exhaled.

"Tell me what you want baby." Dylan breathed out kissing against her neck.

"You know what I want." Brenda breathed back.

Dylan smirked at her lining himself at her entry, he twitched and moved himself against her. "Say it Bren." Dylan asked seductively.

Brenda exhaled feeling him so close, "Fuck me Dylan." she whispered huskily.

That's all Dylan needed to send him over the edge as he plunged himself into her, both moaning out from the contact. Dylan may have gotten a few deep thrusts into her as the front door of the hotel room swung open.

Soooooooo was it worth the wait? Why the hell do these two keep getting interuppted? Did you like dirty naughty boy Dylan? Who is at the door? And what have they missed not listening to Kevin and Suzanne? Send me your thoughts so you can find out asap : D Also the title for this chapter, the pretty kitty, I had to tell you, it's a place here in my home town that does waxing HAHA They specialize in bikini waxing and I thought it fit hahahah I am sick and twisted I know. Lol REVIEW REVIEW I am getting back into my Brenda/Dylan groove. Feed me my inspiration so I don't stop again hehe There's that bribery again. Next up the conclusion to Suzanne and Kevin saga and some action.