Sorry about the delay! Here's the next chapter. Check out chapters 1 & 2 before this one!
xo L&L
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Brian was seething. Pacing. Pissed off. But more than that, he was confused. What had he done to inspire such a cool response? Of course he didn't want some random girl, or someone just because they were his cousin. That was a barrier, an obstacle. Yeah, it was a little hot if he was honest with himself. But that's not the only reason why he wanted Steph.
She was smart, and sweet, and honest. She was gorgeous, and adorable when she laughed, and so sexy when she gave in to him in the dressing room. He hated that her ex had hurt her so much; he felt protective of her in a way that none of his previous girlfriends had made him feel. And he was thinking of her on that level already, he realized with a start.
And now he had to go out there and go to the rehearsal then the rehearsal dinner like nothing was the matter, like she hadn't just thrown that in his face. Like he didn't want to drag her off somewhere and spank her, then make her talk.
Well, it's not like you told her how much you like her, you idiot.
He chastised himself,
Start thinking with your dick and suddenly you're all hands. What was she supposed to think?
Running his hands through his hair one last time with a growl, he decided he had to find her. To spank her or to kiss her, he wasn't sure.
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Under the guise of being helpful, Stephanie had taken every opportunity to run errands and get things ready for the rehearsal. She wasn't in the wedding, so being out of sight when everyone else was busy marching and practicing their lines was relatively easy. Leaving her time to think was an unhappy side effect, but one she had to put up with.
She kept remembering Brian's hands, his mouth, his teeth on her. Remembering his kisses and caresses, his fingers against her. She would remember how it made her feel to be touched by him, in public, in a barely-private dressing room and she would feel her cheeks get hot.
But then reality would set in. He found her attractive, that much was obvious. It was probably alluring for him that she was his cousin, the taboo and all. She herself thought it was kind of hot, in a forbidden kind of way. But she wasn't the type to just fuck and forget. She never had been.
You've never been the type to fuck at all, who are you kidding?
And that had been the problem with Mike. She had been the problem. They had been together for a year, and she still wasn't comfortable having sex with him. It wasn't him, necessarily. There were always other priorities: school, work, long hours studying and working her ass off to get to where she wanted. Grades were extremely important if she wanted to get into graduate school, and that had to be her focus.
Having a boyfriend at all was almost too much of a distraction, but he was a good companion for her. She never felt like they spent enough time together for her to feel comfortable having sex. She wanted it to be special, with someone she felt a strong connection to, and she thought that she hadn't felt that with Mike because they didn't spend overly much time together.
It just never was there with us, that spark. Not like with Brian.
She felt like she shouldn't really be surprised that Mike had looked elsewhere. What guy wouldn't? But that was the problem. As insulting as it had been for him to cheat on her, on their one year anniversary no less, that wasn't the thing that pissed her off the most. If he had had feelings for Kimmie, if he had fallen in love with her and wanted to be with her, she would have at least understood.
It's always just pussy. They don't care who or what it's attached to as long as it's wrapped around their dick.
He had apologized, vehemently. He had sent her flowers, called her, showed up to her dorm and on her path to classes. He kept apologizing, trying to win her back, and every time he used the excuse that "it had meant nothing," she only got more furious.
Leave it to that cheating asshole to make me feel sorry for the woman he cheated on me with... the stupid whore. Okay, maybe only a little sorry.
And she didn't even know if it had meant anything to Kimmie. Maybe it was a mutually emotionless fucking. Maybe they had shaken hands afterward, said, "Thanks for that," and gone their separate ways.
But sex meant something to Stephanie. It wasn't just a throwaway action. She wanted to fuck Brian. She wanted to feel him inside her, to feel him shiver and come. She wanted that, with him, in a way she had never wanted it with Mike. And that scared the crap out of her.
She hadn't run out of the dressing room because she was offended, or because she didn't want to do it. She had run because she did want to. And she had known him for less than 2 days.
Who's the stupid whore now?
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Brian couldn't keep his mind on the rehearsal. He hadn't found Steph when he looked for her earlier, but his new stepmom Mary mentioned she was setting up the reception room next door. Now he was trapped in practicing the marching and standing in the ceremony and all he could think about was marching over next door and bending her over his knee. Especially in that little black skirt.
Down, boy.
