Chp 7
As I am busy scanning fingerprints, Danny comes in to say his daily hello when he gives me a weird look. "You know, I've never seen that shirt", he says. "It's Brandon's. I'm borrowing it", I reply without leaving my sight to the screen and I can imagine his jaw drops. "So let me get this straight, you two are like living together? You don't even know him", says Danny. I look at him, slightly annoyed, and say, "Of course not. Last night, it was a sleepover".
"Maybe I should take him when my dad and your dad and grandpa are going for their hunting trip", he says. Reagans + guns and rifles + in the middle of nowhere = you're in trouble. I give out a chuckle and say, "Yeah right, like that'll ever happen". "Alright, let's put it this way. This weekend, the usual family dinner, you bring him, a'ight?", says Danny and I look at him with awe. Should I bring him? "I mean, if you plan on being serious with him, bring him. Everyone is dying to meet him", Danny adds before leaving.
When I went down to get some lunch, Brandon was already waiting for me. "Where are you taking me, Mr. Sullivan?", I ask. "You'll see", he says as his fingers and mine interlock and his kiss landed on my left temple. When we walk out, we pass by Mac and Jo and I can imagine their faces seeing me first time with a guy. He brought me to a nearby deli, where the sandwiches are quite ok. Michael says that he's taking me out for a drink at a jazz club tonight. "Are you ok with jazz?", he asks with a mouthful of tuna sandwich. I giggle, trying my best not to spill my drink and say, "I'm ok with it, Brandon. Don't worry".
Then, there's a room of silence between us. "Brandon, I need to ask something", I ask, breaking the silence. "Go ahead, shoot", he says. "I'm wondering if you're free this weekend. My family is dying to meet you. I mean, it's just a simple dinner", I say. He sighs and runs his fingers in his hair. "What if they don't like me?", he says. "Be on your best behavior and all you need is a high level of patience because the men are tend to be kinda persistent, especially Danny, my dad, Uncle Frank and grandpa. I'll tell them to go easy on you", I say. He nods, agreeing to go. I smile and give him a kiss. "Thank you and I love you", I say. "Ditto", he says, "You have some mayo over there. Here let me help". He literally licks the side of my mouth, in PUBLIC! "Brandon!", I exclaim as I hit his arm. All he does is laugh.
After lunch, Brandon sends me back before leaving back to his office. When I arrive to my floor, Mac is waiting for me. He motions to me to come into his office. He shuts the door and tells me to sit. "So, that was the admirer? The one that gave you the bunch of white roses?", he asks and I nod. "Do the Reagans know?", he asks again. I nod and say, "They do and I plan to introduce Brandon formally to them this weekend". "I look into his background. Mother died when he and his sister, Sissy were young. Father was abusive, both physically and sexually", he says but before he continues, I interrupt, which I don't normally do, "Boss, I hate to interrupt, but don't you think I won't run a background check on him?".
"I know you Reagans would do that. Has he ever show any signs of violence…, or something?", Mac asks. "So far, no, he's being on his best behavior and his sister is probably glad that we're seeing each other", I say. "If he's…, well you know, being the opposite of right now, you know who to turn to or when to use that", he says as he points at my gun, safely residing at my hip. "I know, Mac. You don't need to worry about that", I say. Mac nods and dismisses me.
I work till my shift ends. I drive back home and heat up yesterday's lasagna. After a quick dinner, I open my closet to see if I have a decent dress for my date tonight. I take out all the dresses that I have and lay them all on my bed. Which one? The simple LBD that goes down till my mid-thigh? Brandon would like that. Or the purple peplum knee length? Or the pink strapless? I should've heed mum's advice and had my entire wardrobe moved here. I end up with the LBD in the end and place back the rest of the dresses back in my closet.
I put on simple make-up; thin eyeliner, dab a slightly red lipstick, etc. I lightly tie my hair and let the rest fall on my shoulder. I grab my leather jacket, purse and cell phone and exited my apartment and the building, only to find Brandon waiting for me with a cab next to him. "How convenient that we live nearby?", he says as he opens the door for me. I roll my eyes as I enter the cab and he follows suit and we're on our way, well, wherever he's taking me.
He could never take his hand off of me. One arm rests behind me while the other is reaching for my thighs. To make it easier, I place both of my legs on his laps and the hem of my dress is raised slightly. His eyes are similar to a hungry wolf. He looks at me and I shake my head. "Behave…, and you can have it later", I say. We arrive and get out. After paying the driver, we enter with Brandon making an early reservation. We sit at our table and have our drinks.
"So who's singing?", I ask. Brandon didn't say a word, but points at the stage and I see Sissy. She's singing a Frank Sinatra song and Brandon gives his full attention towards his sister as he holds me close. At the end of the song, she makes an announcement, "I'm dedicating that song to my great big brother and his new girlfriend over there". She points at us and we raise our glass for her as everyone gives a round of applaud.
Sissy sits at our table. "Why must you wear matching outfits?", she asks as she sips her martini. Brandon is wearing a white shirt with a couple buttons loose, black slacks and jacket. "Isn't that what couples usually do?", I say. Sissy sticks her tongue out and Brandon and Sissy playfully slap each other. "I wish I had siblings", I say, sipping my brandy. "You're a single child?", Sissy says with surprise. "Yup, I grew up next to my cousins being mischievous and sorta disruptive when the lot of us is together", I say.
We chat the whole night and later hail a cab back home. The cab drops us in front of Brandon's apartment, but Brandon decides to sleepover at mine. "I behaved and I deserve my reward", he says as his arm lowers from my shoulder to my hip and he pulls me for a kiss. I push him off and say, "Not here. Upstairs is better". We make a mad dash and arrive in a record time, ignoring the weird faces of my neighbours. We head towards my room and things heat up. We kiss as we strip of our clothes. Once we're naked, our bodies landed on the bed with him on top.
He kisses me and began to trail from my jaw to my collarbone. When he reaches the breast, man, he knows how to unwind me; mouth at one breast while one hand kneads the other and vice versa. My hands are clutching my blanket and I'm moaning. When his expert mouth and hand leave my breasts, he makes a trail of kisses from my navel and to my sex. He licks my pussy and I can't describe my feelings at the moment.
"Brandon…, I can't…, hold on", I say in-between my moaning. He pulls his tongue out after torturing me for a while. He places his tongue at my navel and runs it from there back to my mouth. He kisses me and enters me slowly. We go slow that night to savour the feeling. As we kiss, his hands are kneading my breast while mine are entangled in his hair. I was about to reach for my orgasm when he stops to tease me. "Brandon, don't you dare or I'll zap you with my Taser every time I see you after this", I threatened him.
He smiles and continues a faster pace and we both reach our orgasm together, but he's still inside of me. "Let me guess? You want round 2?", I say, breathlessly. "Pretty please?", he asks. I motion for him to switch over, without his cock leaving my vagina. When I'm on top, I repeat the tongue treatment on him and boy, he loves it. His hands never leave my breast and mine are on his chest, supporting myself. When we're spent, we snuggle and quickly fall asleep.