Note: jessy0622 asked if I'll be continuing this story after the family comes home. The answer is yes!

Chapter. 9

Once they were locked in the bathroom, Brandon turned on the shower, and steam rose around the room, fogging up the mirror. Callie stood in front of him, and he reached out, untying the belt of her robe. He pushed it over her shoulders, and let it drop to the tile floor. As he kissed her, he ran his thumbs over her erect nipples. Callie shivered at his touch. She placed her hands on his chest, dropping them down, to his sides, helping him undress. She watched him take the condoms from his pocket, and set them on the edge of the tub. Standing inches away from him, she admired his lean, muscled body. He wasn't the biggest, or the strongest guy in the world, but to her, he was perfect in every way. She looked down, smiling shyly. His manhood was already growing hard. She pressed her body to his, feeling it against her belly. Brandon groaned her name in a strained voice. "Are you ready?" He asked.

Callie nodded. "If you are." She let him take her by the hand and lead her under the warm spray. He wrapped his arms around her and pressed his lips to hers. Staggering her breathing, she deepened the kiss, parting her lips so he could slip his tongue in her mouth. Her hair fell around her face in wet snakes, and he smoothed them back. Slowly and sensually, he licked her neck, suckling the skin.

"You taste so good," he whispered into her ear. "As good as you look." Cupping her butt in his hands, he gently squeezed it, enjoying every little reaction.

Sighing, Callie threw her head back, and let the shower rain down on her. Brandon could melt her with his hands. She'd never get enough of his touch as long as she lived. "I don't really know what to do in here," she admitted, closing her eyes.

"Neither do I," Brandon confessed. "But we'll figure it out together." He pressed her against the wall of the shower, cupping her breasts in his hands, pushing them up and together. He leaned down and sucked them, grinding his erection into her.

Callie moaned, wanting him closer, as close as he could possibly get. She dropped her hand down and stroked herself as he thrust against her. She was a little sore from the night before, but in a good way, like after a hard work out, so she didn't mind it. She licked her lips and covered one of his nipples with her mouth.

"Cal... you're so... mmm," Brandon groaned. He closed his eyes and gripped her hips as she swirled her tongue around the neglected side. "Oh god, I love you..." he grunted in a throaty voice. He squeezed some shampoo into his hand, and lathered it into her hair, massaging her scalp. He watched the foam slide down her body as the water rinsed it away. "My sweet, beautiful Callie," he breathed. He dropped down to his knees and parted her legs a little with his hands, then, slowly, he tasted her, rubbing her clit with his tongue, and listening to her mumble a colorful string of words.

"Brandon...," she groaned, feeling faint with pleasure. When he stood up, she grabbed his erection, running her fingers down it and massaging the head with her palm. She tugged it, and felt it twitch in her hand as Brandon came.

"You're gonna kill me," he gasped, surprised by her skills.

Callie smiled coyly, suddenly feeling bashful. How many times had she fantasized about being with him, and all the ways she could make him feel good? More times than she could count. And being in the enclosure of the shower made her feel bold.

"I need to take you now," Brandon managed to whisper. He ripped a condom open and rolled it over himself, then hitched one of her legs, raising her foot to the edge of the tub. Then, he lifted her, positioning himself and guiding his length into her. Once he was all the way in, he gripped her behind, holding her up.

Digging her nails into his back, Callie screamed his name, and wrapped her legs around him for support.

"Bounce," he whispered. As she began to move, forcing him to penetrate her deeper, he closed his eyes, frantically trying to go over the notes of his piano composition, an attempt to hold out as long as he could. She came quickly, clenching around him, and he kissed her, moaning into her mouth, as his orgasm followed.

Once they regained control, Brandon turned off the water, and stepped out of the shower. He wrapped a towel around his waist, then took another, and wrapped it around Callie, rubbing her dry. He tossed the spent condom in the trash can, then sunk down on the floor. Callie sat in his lap, leaning against him, her eyes dreamy and faraway. "You're so cute," he said, kissing her cheek. "That was great, wasn't it?"

She nodded, smiling. "Can't think of a better way to save hot water."

Brandon laughed and pressed another kiss to her swollen lips. "Me neither."

She looked up at him through thick, dark lashes. "Brandon... I love you so much."

He pressed his nose to her wet hair, cradling her head. "I love you too, Cal. More than I can ever tell you."

"Don't ever stop, okay?" She lazily traced his jawline with her fingertip.

"I won't, Sweets," he promised. "I'll love you forever." She was quiet for several long moments, and Brandon noticed she was crying silently, tears leaking from her brown eyes. "Callie... what's the matter?" He asked, alarmed by how emotional she'd become so quickly.

She gazed up at him, sadly. "I'm scared, Brandon. I'm afraid Liam's gonna hurt me. I don't feel safe anymore." Liam's attempts at harassing her were calculated and disturbing, from watching her and Brandon being intimate, to choosing the middle of the night to send the text, waking her up. She realized that the night before most likely wasn't the only time he'd spied on her from outside the house. That was the most chilling thought of all. She broke down in tears, wrapped in Brandon's arms. "What am I going to do?" She sobbed.

"I don't know, Callie," he admitted, rubbing her back. "But I think it's time to get moms involved." If anything, having two cops for parents had to be an advantage. He kissed her softly as she cried on his shoulder.

Suddenly, a sound from outside the bathroom startled them. Callie jerked her head up, looking up at him fearfully through red-rimmed eyes. "That was the front door."

To Be Continued