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Passion at a Night Club

Kinktober - Branden Lynch - Jealous!Sex

Summary: Reader by accident makes Branden jealous.

Notes: Based on the reader x Branden Lynch dynamic from Brother’s Keeper. Jealous!sex, dommy!Branden, possessive!Branden, squint there is exhibitionism leanings

You had slipped on a slinky dress. Twirling, you felt incredibly pretty. Tomorrow was the big day. Branden, you and the others with their respective bimbos were going to go out.

They were going to have a final night out. Leaning against your sink, you eyed your reflection. Inhaling you worked on your makeup. You did a few final touches before you were happy with it. It was only then did you slip into your heels.

The boy and Sterlo with you and Branden reluctantly agreeing decided to go to a night club. It was pretty popular. You had been there a few times with your friends. You would have preferred a more intimate night out. Playing pool and a round or two of darts would have been just as fun.

Going to your dresser you slipped on some bracelets that jangled as you walked. They made you smile. You were grabbing your purse when you heard the car horn.

Apparently, Sam rented a limo for them all. Sam’s threat of taking care of you after the heist still hung onto you, like a cold wet towel. At the moment, you shrugged off those feelings the best you could. Opening your door, you smiled the limo was very impressive.

The door of the limo opened Branden leaned out. “Come on baby, let’s go!”

“Coming!” You called back, you locked the door and then went running over to the limo. Well, ran as best as your heels would allow as they clattered across the pavement.

There were lots of huge grins and shiny eyes greeting you as you slid into the limo. Branden easily wrapped an arm around you and pulled you close to your side.

“Hi baby.” He smiled down at you. “Glass of champagne?”

“I would love one.”

“Great.” He squeezed your size. Reaching over, he grabbed a glass and a bottle. The bottle clanked against your glass as the limo continued to bump and drive through the night.

“Here you go.” He handed you the glass after putting the bottle back into the ice bucket.

“Thank you.” Sipping you giggled as some of the bubbles tickled your nose.

“You look hot!” He said loud enough for the others to hear. He leaned in close then, his breath was warm on your throat. “And incredibly fuckable.” He whispered, before pressing a kiss against your throat.

Your heart began to race at his words. Coyly you met his eyes, while taking another sip.

******

It wasn’t long before the limo pulled up outside of the club. You saw the huge line, you knew already that none of you would have to wait in it. A part of you liked to be part of a special entourage. The last time you and your friends and shivered a bit before getting inside. Though it was the price its cost made also feel a twinge of hollowness.

Soon you were all having a good time and you were able to push away all the bad feelings. You just wanted to dance with the man you had been dreaming of for so many years and be happy. And you were doing just that.

Your arms were loose around his throat and his hands held you close as the two of you moved to the music. You smiled up at him. “I didn’t know you were such a good dancer.”

He smirked down and leaned in close. “There is a lot I still have to show you baby.”

Pulling back, his delighted smugness came off him in waves. You loved it. It was good to see him so happy.

“Hey brother, I’m dry come with me and get more beer.” Sterlo clapped Branden on the back.

Turning he smiled at him. “Sure.” He winked at you. “I won’t be gone long.”

“You had better not be.”

******

He leaned against the bar, life was good. He had you, tomorrow was going to be a huge score. Then it would be easy street for the two of you, finally have a chance to start a new!

Turning, Branden gestured to call the bartender over. Sterlo was beaming from ear to ear. “Don’t get too attached, Sterlo. You still have to try and get back to your wife after all of this.”

Sterlo made a sound. “You’re right. But this has been lots of fun.”

Branden slapped him on the back. He leaned towards him. “It certainly has been.”

The bartender came over.

Branden held up two fingers. “Two beers mate?”

The man nodded. “What kind?”

Branden shrugged. “Doesn’t matter.”

“Alright.”

The man bent and grabbed two bottles. He twisted off the caps and pushed them toward him.

Sterlo, pushed some of the cash he had brought with him towards the man.

The bartender nodded and walked away.

Branden grabbed his, Sterlo grabbed his and held it up. He grinned. “To doing what we love.”

Braden, smiled and clinked his bottle against Sterlo’s. “To do what we love.”

They both took a hearty swig.

Sterlo, looked around him. Branden saw something in his eyes. “What’s the matter mate?”

Sterlo, looked back at him and shifted. “Nothing.”

“What?” Branden followed Sterlo’s eyes.

That’s when he saw some guy but against you dancing. Your eyes were closed, you were twirling your hands upward as your body matched those movements.

Branden’s anger ignited. How dare someone dance with his girl. What the hell were you doing, he thought angry. He practically, inhaled his beer.

Sterlo grabbed his arm. “She loves, she is just having a bit of fun.”

Branden looked at his hand. “She best remember that.”

Gritting his teeth and he soon was making his way through the throngs of people to get to you.

“Get the fuck away from my girl.” He practically snarled.

The man turned to look at him, gave him a once over. “Fuck off.”

You looked startled and jumped away from the stranger. “Who are you?”

The guy looked at the both of you. “Fuck both of you.” He walked away.

Branden closed the distance. He grabbed you and pulled you to him. “What the fuck was that all about?”

“I don’t know, I was dancing and thought you had come back.”

He exhaled. He was angry. “Come with me.”

“Branden, I’m sorry I had no idea.”

He stopped and looked back at you. “You should have opened your eyes.”

Looking around, he found a darkened hallway. Moving, swiftly he got behind you so that you braced yourself against the railing that led its way back up into the club.

“Are you telling me that asshole felt like me?” He pressed his body against you.

You trembled. “I’m sorry I was distracted.” You looked back at him over your shoulder.

“You should know better.” Reaching around he put his hands over yours, rubbed himself against you. “This is what you do to me?”

“Oh Branden.” You melted against him.

“I want you.”

“Take me then. Put me in my place.”

His bit at your throat. “Fuck, I will.”

He reached between them, opening his slacks. He pulled up the skirt of your dress. “Damn you. Look at you.”

Letting you go, he took himself out of his pants and reaching around. Pushing your panties aside, he entered you.

Low deep sounds came from the both of you. The sounds mingled and became one deep sound of lust.

“Fuck.” He finally managed. “You feel so good.”

“So do you.”

You arched against him as he began moving in and out of you. Finding your mouth, he hungrily kissed you. The kisses dampened the moans that came from deep within the both of you.

The music continued to swirl around the two of you. It didn’t, none of it did. All that did was the two of you. You soon were trembling against him. “You gonna cum for me?”

“Please!” You whimpered loud enough for him to hear.

“Cum for me baby. I want to feel it.”

Your kisses grew hungrier. “Branden.” You exhaled and shook.

Feeling your pleasure wash over him, he thrust harder into you. He reached up and held you as close as possible to him as he moved deeper into you.

Shaking, he soon exploded into you. “Baby.” He exhaled harder as he clutched onto you.

Together, your bodies trembled. “Oh, Branden. Oh Branden.” You breathed. “I care for you so much.” You whimpered. He pressed a kiss to your shoulder.

He watched as you smoothed your dress, as he carefully pulled out of you and tucked himself away. Seeing you trembling, he turned you gently. “I know baby.”

“Come here.”

He held you to him. “That drove me so crazy baby. I hate it when others have their paws on you. None of them know just how special you are.”

“You mean that Branden?”

“Yes. For the end of my days, I am going to make sure I can take care of you and not let anyone ever take advantage of you ever again.”

“Oh Branden.” You hugged him tight.

He buried his face deep into your hair. “Baby.” He breathed. “Always.”

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Brother’s Keeper

Part 9

Summary: You’re reminded who you belong too while prep for Branden’s job begins.

Warning: consensual…slightly angsty rough sex, dommy!Branden.

Branden was silent on the drive back to your apartment. Glancing at him a few times, you couldn’t help but noticed the sharp edge his jaw took.

Even when you pulled up to the parking spot outside of it, he still didn’t say a word. Sliding from your car, you left the door open and went in and right over to your freezer. Before opening it, you pulled off your summer dress and tossed it on your sofa.

Finally, out of the freezer you took what had been your only loyal companion before Branden broke out. Laying the long cold glass neck against your skin, you closed your eyes. A sigh broke your lips as you tilted your head back, it felt so good.

“I should be the one pulling those kinds of sounds from you.” Branden’s voice rasped above you.

You jumped a little but still held onto the bottle. You saw his stormy eyes.

“Then do it.” You challenged.

In moves you couldn’t follow, he had managed to pull the bottle from your hands and turned you around. He twisted the cap off and took a swig.

The bottle clanked on the counter beside you. He easily picked you up and placed you beside the bottle. Pulling one the strings, the bottom of your bikini became loose. It soon fell to the tile like a leaf in autumn. A smirk curled his lips.

You put the bottle to your lips, took a swig and put it down. “Well?”

A moan came from you as you watched him tug open his belt, followed by his jeans.

“I imagined those fucking sounds.” He pulled you to the edge of your counter.

You gripped the edge. A whimper, followed by a moan of pleasure came from you as he entered you. “I imagined this. You buried in me deeply.”

He thrusted deep and hard into you. It boardered on almost hurting but in an incredibly delicious way. This was animalistic and hungry.

“Fuck,” He groaned. “Damn you feel so good.”

You couldn’t speak, you gasped and moaned trying to breathe. “Yes, yes.” You finally managed.

He slowed his pace which made you whimper more, inciting an dark chuckle from him. “I want to enjoy being in what’s mine a little longer.” Damn, how did his words excite you even more? He dragged his lips and tongue up your throat. “Tell me. Did you like me smacking your ass, letting all around know you’re mine?” He growled in your ear.

You moaned in response. He slid in deep, barely any space was between the two of you. “Yes. I love it when you own me.”

“Fucking right.” He kissed you then, the hunger surfacing again.

You wrapped yourself around him as he began moving in you once again. One of his hands left you as he held onto the counter. It did not take long and you were so aroused, that you felt yourself tighten as you grew close.

“Cum, baby.” He urged, a trace of the softer side was underlying the gruffness that came over him.

Your grip tightened and you called out. It was a mixture of a moan and his name. You came hard, making all of you tingle. You rested your head on his shoulder, your body beginning to wilt.

“Look at me, I want to see you.”

His eyes were fierce and managed to uncurl some deeper pleasure in you as he continued to move in you.

“You’re mine. Fucking mine.”

“Yes, yes.” Tears from the pleasure and from the force of how hard he made you come trickled out of your eyes.

Finally he arched against you, making you call out loud. He buried his face into your hair.

Somehow the two of you stayed like that. How long you didn’t know, but you were one as you regained your breaths.

He moved first, one of his large hands cupping your cheek as his thumb brushed away one of your tears.

******

Your legs were wobbly as you found a dress to wear to the race track. You would have never imagined to feel like that. From the apex between your legs and out, you were tingling. He had left you in a delicious sense of pleasure and a strong ache that reminded you he had just been between your legs.

In the back of your mind you knew something must have happened when you were lounging by the pool. What exactly, you didn’t know. Perhaps something bothered him about the job, or how he had to pay his debt. You were comforted by your connection and how good he made you feel. Your dreams didn’t come close.

Having left a note with Chris’s manager, all of you got some prime seating to watch him race in the damn mud. His car and the others tore it up as they sped by. The air was heavy with the scent of mud and gasoline.

If he wasn’t already focusing on talking to Chris about the job potential, having you sitting in his lap watching the race would have been rough. Though he did like the fact that your perfume did cut the sharp, otherwise unpleasant scents. Those scents were better than what he had to smell when locked up.

He drummed his fingers on your hip as he watched how tightly Chris took the turns. He had not lost his touch all these years. Sam may be considering a play of deceit, but he was going to come out of this rich and with you by his fucking side. He squeezed your hip. It made you hop a little where you sat on him. His lips curled into a wider smile.

“Branden!” You squealed and turned to look at him.

He pulled his sunglasses off. “What, baby?” His eyes drifted to you.

“That hurt.”

“Want me to kiss it to make it feel better?” He teased, as his hand drifted down and began to slowly pull up the skirt of your dress.

You wiggled, loving the soft panic spreading across your face. “No!” You looked around. “No, stop!” You wiggled hard.

He didn’t. “What?” He was at your knee. “If I hurt you, I should kiss it better.”

Your hands pushed at his. “Please no, it’s ok.” So he stopped there. He had begun to enjoy once again how you felt on his lap.

“All right, I suppose I can.”

“You are so wicked, Branden.” He pulled back and smirked.

“You love it.”

You whispered in his ear. “I do. That’s why this entire time I imagined blowing you.” You made a sound of protest. “I will have to wait till we are back at my place and you are reclining on my sofa, while enjoying a beer or the rest of the liquor from that bottle we began to polish off.

His stomach churned and he began to feel himself grow hard.

“Hey lovebirds, do either of you want a beer?”

He watched as the suddenness of Sterlo caught you off guard and you shifted and wiggled.

“We’ll take two, Sterlo.” You happily said.

“Great.” Sterlo got up, burped, then chuckled and walked back toward where the beers were being sold.

Branden glanced at the kid, seeing him entranced with the actual race. Then he turned his attention back to you. “You keep teasing me like you are and I may take you to darkened corner so you can.”

Your mouth formed a small O before a demure smile replaced it. “I’ll be good,” You looked from side to side then and leaned in close. “But you can pull me to any darkened corner.”

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Brother’s Keeper

Part 11

Summary: What should reader do?

You began to drink the moment the door closed behind Sam and Mark. You grabbed a bottle, walking out to Branden’s balcony you twisted the cap off and began. The liquid churned with what already in your stomach from before.

Inwardly you were scared to death. You had never seen this side of Sam. You had heard stories but never had he been scary with you. You grew worried for Branden. You were certain now that he was setting him up. Grab the goods then just get him locked up. But why? What would that achieve?

You drank more. Could you even tell Branden? You finished the bottle, feeling fuzzy you went put the bottle down. It jangled and banged against the floor as you tried to put it down, finally letting it go. You watched it roll, till rolled off the balcony. “Ops.” You giggled.

You crept out of Branden’s room. Going to The kitchen you searched the cupboards till you found another bottle. Once you back on the balcony, you drank half of the bottle. You were feeling good, fuzzy.

Getting up, you hopped up onto the railing. Idly you looked down, it was a high fall. You swung your legs. Felt good. The breeze was refreshing and cool.

With a bit of a jangle, you put the bottle beside of you. You wanted to save some for Branden. He probably needed a drink after his meeting.

Your heart began to beat harder, the more you thought of him. How he could loom over you. His large hands that you wanted roaming over your body again. You happily swung your legs.

The whole world shifted as you slipped a little, immediately you grabbed onto the railing till your knuckles were white. A fresh sense of unease filled you. What had you been thinking, you hopped down back into the safety of the balcony.

You were just enjoying the liquor had done, for the briefest of moments you were feeling no fear and able to push off the fear Sam created in you. Turning, you looked out to the ocean and watched as the waves crashed onto the beach.

As you stood there, your mood shifted. Tonight was certainly filled with ups and downs. All you had really wanted to do was sleep and wait for Branden to return. Now all you wanted was for you and him to desperately to run away.

Behind you, turning your head you heard the obscured voices of Branden and Sterlo, but then there was screechy voice too. You rolled your eyes, you made a face and looked back at the ocean. “Glad I don’t have to deal with her.” You giggled lightly.

The sliding door opened and closed like a whisper. Moments later you felt his warmth as his hands settled on either side of you.

“Hi baby.” He said moments later.

Turning your head you looked up at him. “Hello.” You giggled. Something about this you liked a lot.

A smile spread under his rusty growth. “What’s got you giggly?”

Seeing the twinkle in his eyes, you decided to push away what happened with Sam. You didn’t want him to be on further edge and possibly fuck up, you’d keep Sam at bay. You could do it.

“Being so small compared to you.” You smiled.

“Oh, baby?” He moved closer, it made you squeal.

“Branden ” You breathed.

“You drove me to distraction.”

You blushed. “Who me? How did I do that?” You fluttered your lashes.

He moved incredibly fast, he easily he turned you till you found yourself facing him. “You know what you did.”

“Did I get this beating?” You reached up and placed a hand over his heart. You could feel its steady beat and it made you happy.

“You did.” You felt as he looked you up and down. “Are you ok, baby?”

A sliver of pain went through your heart. “Yes. How can I not be? I am so glad that you’re back.”

He grabbed you and placed you onto of the railing. “I’m not so sure.” He held you in place.

You whimpered. Inwardly you trembled. You didn’t want him to be made at you. “Branden, I don’t like being up here.” You shifted a little where you sat.

“What’s the matter?”

“Nothin…”

“Stop lying.” His mouth tightened, you hated lying to him. You hated seeing him like this.

Your heart lurched. You really thought you could save him from this worry. “Nothing.” You barely said when he grabbed you.

His face was close to yours, you could feel his breath. “Stop fucking lying to me.”

Your eyes welled up. “I’m not.”

He shook you.

You whimpered. “Branden stop you’re scaring me.” A few tears escaped.

“Don’t make me repeat myself.”

You took a shaky breath. “How did you know?”

“I can just tell.” His jaw took an edge.

“I’m sorry.” You searched his eyes. The look in them made you ill. “Shortly after I was here and you were gone, Sam had his man drag me out of your room.”

“He came here? What the fuck.” His voice was practically a growl.

“He has assumed I’d sell you out.” His jaw tightened. Branden, had let you go and you slipped directly in front of him. There was barely any space between the two of you. “Listen like you said when this is all over you can handle him.”

“I will.”

You wrapped your arms around him, nestled close. “I was so scared.”

After what felt like forever, you finally felt his arms wrap around you.

You took a shaky deep breath. “Branden?” You looked up at him. “I didn’t want to keep it from you, I just..I just didn’t want you to have something else to worry about.”

“From now on, let me choose what I shall worry about.”

“Ok.” You whispered.

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Brother’s Keeper

Part 10

Summary: Planning begins for Branden’s job. Reader has to deal with her past.

Note: Voicemail from reader’s mom & flashback is in italics.

As you watched Branden walk away with the others your phone buzzed. Curiously you looked down. Your mother had left you a voicemail apparently, while the two of you had been at the race. Pushing play, you held it to your ear.

"Sweetheart, I feel like I can go off on my own now. You can’t take care of me forever. Branden will look out for you now. Don’t come looking. You two can have the house or whatever, it's paid off. I’ll call when I’m settled. Love you both."

That hurt but you understood. You drained the rest of your drink. Getting up, you felt the beer at the race and now this drink, but you needed another. With a swish and gentle sway, you managed to get to the bar and get another drink.

*****

Branden leaned over the blue prints. He looked over at Sam. “This is the entire place?”

Sam nodded. “It is.” He took a drag of his cigarette before exhaling towards the ceiling.

He ran his fingers over the smooth paper. “So let’s see. The distance from the entrance to the smelter is fifty feet with one check in desk.” He rubbed his chin.

******

Sitting back down, you just sipped at your drink. You didn’t want to be completely slushed on Branden when he came back out. This would be different. You had been with your mom this entire time. At the moment, you decided to push the pain this caused away. You gave your mind a chance to wander.

You were very keen on Branden. It tickled you that he was so possessive and even could get jealous. No man you had ever dated seemed to even care.

Sure there was the one who had enjoyed smacking you around, before you had been able to get away. Fuck him. You wish that Branden could teach him a lesson.

With a smile playing on your lips, you remembered when you had been younger. You had wanted so badly to be one of the girls on Branden’s arm.

******

You twirled in front of your mirror. “Y/N!” You heard your mom call from downstairs. “Dinner is ready, come and help me. Everyone is here.”

Happily you skipped down the stairs. Rounding the corner, you went into the kitchen. “What would you like me to grab?”

You eyed the large spread of food. “Grab the corn on the cob, and can you grab a beer for Branden?”

Your heart fluttered happily, you had been hoping he’d come for dinner. “Ok, mom!” Grabbing the dish you balanced it on your hip as you opened the fridge. You smiled seeing his beer.

When you got to the patio door, you realized you had not thought things through.

Sighing you struggled, your heart sank a little more when you looked out the patio door and saw that Branden was not alone. New girl was practically attached to his side as they spoke with your brother and his own current flavor of the month.

You took a breath. You were just happy that he was there. Looking around, you tried to decide where to put the corn down. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Branden turn and smile as he saw you. He disentangled himself from the girl and came over.

He looked down at the corn and then back at you. “Hey there.” A smirk curled his lips. “I’ll take this.” He scooped the dish from your hands as your heart began to beat faster.

“Thank you.” You beamed.

After putting the dish down, he looked back at you where you lingered. You held up the bottle. He grabbed it but you wouldn’t let go. You were feeling a little bold.

“New girlfriend?”

He glanced over at the girl who had a bit of a sour expression splashed across her face.

He shrugged. “At the moment.” He chuckled. “You know you are the only one who owns my heart.”

You let go of the bottle at his words. You know he was jesting but it still made your heart beat crazily.

*****

“Can I buy you a drink, pretty girl?” A voice broke into your memory.

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Brother’s Keeper

Part 8d

Summary: Branden finds out his job.

You shifted in the lounge chair. The sun beat down on you. You lifted up the hem of your summer dress and slipped it off. You sighed, you were relieved that you had your bikini on underneath.

Even though you had your eyes closed under your sunglasses, you could tell someone stood in front of the sun for a moment. The sickeningly sweet scent of their perfume floated over to your nose.

“So girlie, tell me. Is he big?”

You turned and lowered your sunglasses. “What?”

She snapped her gum. “You heard me.”

Inwardly you sighed. “Since when do you care about the cock size of the men I’m seeing?”

“Well, he’s hot. I wish Sam would have given me to him.” Her pink lips formed a pout.

Her jealousy was evident, you smirked. “You heard me. You can gather from that.” You let yourself giggle.

She screeched and hollered. “Oh, you lucky girl.” She wiggled where she sat.

You had watched how the girls were with each other, so you copied them. You always had been private till now. You slid your sunglasses back into place. You needed to create an image. Sipping from your cocktail, you rose an eyebrow. “So, how’s your guy?”

She shrugged. “I’ve had better, but he’s nice.”

You pressed your lips together. “Nice is good.”

******

“Have a seat, Branden.” He gestured to the chair in front of him.

Branden glanced back at the kid and Sterlo, who nodded at him. His stomach churned as he faced Sam. First job in almost a decade. He knew he could do it. Though, now he was doing it not just for himself. That made things complicated.

“Don’t draw this out like a mystery, Sam.”

Sam chuckled. “Good one, Branden.” He lit himself a cigarette, he took a drag and blew the smoke to the side. “So not long ago, I came across a job that is perfect for you.”

“Oh?”

“There is some gold I need you to knick.”

Branden rose an eyebrow, Sterlo gave a dark chuckle. He looked back at him and it silenced him.

“You’re sending us to Africa?” He bit the inside of his cheek.

“No, they discovered a vein not too far from here.”

Branden breathed again. “That’s good. Was not particularly keen on a ride in the steerage of a boat.”

Sam chuckled. “We would have figured something better, I assure you.” He flashed a toothy grin, before taking another drag. “The value has gone through the roof, it’s three times what it was when you went away.”

“Oh damn.” He rubbed his hands together. The pay-off will certainly be good this time, he mused.

“Yes, now you are seeing why I needed my best man.”

Branden smiled. “I certainly do.” He eyed Sam, he didn’t trust him. He knew he was safe till the completion of the job. “When do we get started?”

“Today.” He took an envelope off his desk. “Here are some of the finer details. Now, if memory serves you need a driver. I can hire one but that will increase my cut.”

Branden stood and walked over to retrieve the envelope. “I have someone.”

Sam smiled and handed it to him. “I knew you would.” He extinguished the stump that remained of his cigarette. “I have more intel coming in. The blue prints should arrive in about a day or two.”

He pressed his lips together and nodded. “All right. Should we meet here or the warehouse?”

“Warehouse.” Sam turned and walking to his bar he poured them all a drink. He gestured to all of them. “Come 'ere.”

He handed them all a shot glass. “We’re all going to become very rich men.”

“Yes.”

*****

You swung your legs over the lounger after finishing your mimosa. Slipping on your sandals, you went over to the bar by the pool.

“What would you like?”

“A beer,” You pretended to think of what kind he would like. “A light one?” You shrugged. “I think that’s what he likes.”

*****

A resounding smack on your ass made you squeak and turn with fury, but you softened seeing it was Branden. “Easy girl, it's just me.” He leaned against the counter.

You rubbed the cheek, it stung but coming from him surprisingly you liked it. “That hurt.”

“Maybe I’ll be gentler next time.”

You flushed.

The bartender slid the beer over to him. He smirked. “Thank you.” He took a swig, then looked you up and down. “How did I get lucky enough for Sam to give me such a beautiful piece of ass like you?”

You flushed and shrugged. “You are his best man.”

“Tell me, want to tag along and watch some cars racing around in the mud?”

“If you want me to.” You tucked some hair behind your ear.

He nodded. “Yeah, you can sit in my lap and keep me occupied. It can get boring but I have business at the track.”

“All right.”

“Y/N, can you come up here?”

Inwardly you cringed hearing Sam call to you. Turning and shielding your eyes, you smiled up at Sam. “I’ll be right up.”

Right before you were about to walk off, Branden pulled you close, making you gasp. “Don’t be too long, might need you to entertain me before we head to the race.”

“Whatever you want.”

******

You sighed, entering the coolness of the house. It was welcome after laying in the sun. Though icy nervousness coursed through you, almost making you nauseous.

You knocked when you were outside of Sam’s office.

“Come in.”

“Yes, Sam.”

Sam came around from his desk and leaned against it. “You are making him very happy. I’m proud of you.”

“Thank you, Sam.” You wrung your hands behind your back, you really didn’t know what to say. “When should I come back to the bar?”

He came over to you. “Oh my dear Y/N, I decided you stay with him till his job. After that, back to business as usual. We want him happy going into this.”

“Oh, so for a while longer then?” You smiled.

“Yes. Unless you want me to give you a break?”

“Oh no! Was just worried about my duties at the bar.”

“This is far more important than that.”

You beamed. “Thank you for giving me this job. You are always looking out for me.”

You noticed him puff out his chest some. “And I always will.” He winked. “All right, you better get back to him.”

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Brother’s Keeper

Part 10b

Summary: Accessing the situation. Reader finds some interesting things out.

Branden stomach tightened as he felt your lips graze his throat. He let his hands roam up and down your back, before they settled on your hips.

He swallowed. “Baby?” His voice came out rougher than he intended. “I’m going to drop you off at my place.” When you pulled back, he could see that there were several questions in your eyes. “I need to go to this quarry.”

You pressed your lips together and nodded. “I’d be in the way.”

He chuckled loudly. “At this moment, yes.” But a smirk then curled his lips. “But later, I want you to show me.”

As you rocked against him, he was amazed at how much of a tease you could be. He liked it. “It will give me great pleasure to do so.”

******

As he pulled up alongside where Sterlo and the others parked, Sterlo gave him a look.

He looked right back. No words were needed. It still irked him.

None of this had been his intention. He knew he'd want to keep an eye on you, but actually having a relationship was another thing entirely.

He was rather pleased about it. You had consumed his fantasies for the larger part of the last four years. You were far more insatiable than he could have ever hoped for.

*****

He walked along the gangway with the kid. “This place’s security is insane but we can handle it.”

The kid scratched the back of his head. “You think so?”

“It’s a hornet’s nest but we got this. We will need someone to crawl in the night before, so we can get the drop on them.”

The kid looked around. His innocence amused him. “Who’s going to do that?”

He patted him on the arm and smiled. “Your turn to shine.”

“But how am I supposed to do that?”

“You bluff them. Wave your gun around a bit. Grab one of those fuckers and say you’re going to waste them if they don't listen and follow your instructions.”

“I guess I can do that.”

“You can. And you will.” He smiled. “We can’t let let them notify the security or it’s game over.”

******

You slipped out of your shoes. Stretching, you went and curled up in his bed. Exhaustion from all of this was finally hitting you. Grabbing his pillow, you closed your eyes.

The door banged open. How much later it was, you were not sure. Though a grogginess did fill you; so you must have slept a bit. “Brendan?”

Confused, you saw one of the men who was Sam’s bodyguard standing in the doorway.

“Nope.”

“Mark?”

His wet chuckle filled the doorway. “Correct babycakes! Now get up. Sam needs to talk to you.”

Fear uncoiled in your stomach.

You tried to play it as cool as possible. Looking up into the goon’s face, you smiled as sweetly as you could. “Mark, where is he?”

He pointed to the living room. “In there.”

“Ok.” You rocked on your feet before heading over.

Sam’s serious expression made your stomach turn. The bright smile that spread across his face when he saw you didn’t help.

“Hi Sam. What’s up?” You stopped right in front of him.

“Come closer.”

Icy unease churned in you.

“Yes!” You squeaked. He grabbed you so now you were in fact closer.

“What did you do to him?”

“What are you talking about?” You tried to play it off.

You shrugged but then you called out as Mark had managed to silently grab and tug on your hair. The pain was sudden and sharp.

“Branden has only ever cared about number one,” He paused. “His own ass. And now he has hit someone because of you.”

“I- I don’t know.” You whined.

“You can’t possibly be that good in bed.” Sam’s lips curled in disgust as he looked you up and down. “Were you going to give him the ins and outs of the strip club?”

“What?” Confusion washed over you. “What are you talking about?”

He gestured and Mark once again pulled on your hair. The pain of it made you see stars.

“If you and him think you can take over my business, you are mistaken.”

“Sam.” You let the tears come. “You have been my savior all these years. Why would I be swayed by… By some ex-con?”

“You seemed chummy.”

You swallowed. “Sam, Sam listen. I am doing what you told me to do. Make him happy.”

He shifted his weight from one side to the other and back again.

“What if I want you to make me happy?”

“Not right now," You said fast. “He was very suspicious when he saw us hugging. He was worried you gave me to him for information.”

“Oh?” Sam cocked an eyebrow and smirked.

“I promised him that you had not. That he's free of any of that.” You paused. “His worry made me worry. But like you said, let's keep him happy so the job goes well.”

Sam nodded. “I like it.” He paused. “What could you actually tell me?”

You looked back at Mark and then at Sam. Sam nodded and Mark finally let you go.

“I know nothing. I'm just something for him to have on his arm and to get off on.” You spat out.

“Damn, well you promise to be a good girl and if something comes up, you’ll tell me."

“Of course.” You smile.

“Then the moment this job is over, come to my house. You need to be treated right after all of this.” His fingertips grazed your cheek.

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Brother’s Keeper

Part 10a

Summary: One does not mess with Branden’s girl/reader.

Hmm, you made a soft questioning sound, barely giving the person your attention. You swirled your straw.

“You’re all by your lonesome.”

“I’m not.” You finally looked up at the guy. Months ago perhaps you’d be interested but not anymore.

He looked around. “I don’t see anyone. I’d like to get to know you better.” Coming around the table, he sat down next to you. You shifted away.

“Baby, give me a chance. I’m a nice guy.” Leaning over, he put an arm around you.

You moved away farther. He moved closer.

“Please. I am really not interested.”

He put a hand on your thigh. “I promise, I can pay anything for a little taste. And if you play your cards right, I’ll slip you a little extra.” He paused, he looked around. “We don’t have to tell them.

“Excuse me?” You were stunned.

“You heard me.”

******

Branden pointed to the area by the smelter. “I will stand here with the guy who’s in charge. I’ll make sure he doesn’t spoil our bars.” He smirked.

There were some nods.

He looked over at Sterlo and the kid. “You two can do crowd control. We need this tight. No walking around, just keep them heard here in the corner.” He circled a spot with a pencil. “Just scare them and they will corporate.”

“What about me?”

Branden bit the inside of his cheek as Sam’s son spoke. “What do you mean?”

Jason’s face became smug as he looked from his dad and back to him. “Dad told me I can help.”

Branden inhaled before he spoke. “You want Jason to join us?”

Sam nodded. “He’s needs to know what jobs like this are like. I don’t want him sitting on his ass enjoying the fruits of my labor and yours any longer.”

So that’s how he’s doing it, Branden thought. Great. He smiled brightly. “All right then. Well, then you can help with the kid doing crowd control. Sterlo, you will join me then.”

“Wait, but I want to help you with the gold.” He practically whined.

“Sam?”

“This is a cake walk. He can help you there.”

“I thought this was my operation.” He tried to not sound as annoyed.

Sam smiled as he extinguished his cigarette. “It is. He won’t be a bother. He’s a good kid.” He clapped his son on the back.

He nodded, despite hearing Sterlo sigh next to him. Shooting him a glance, Sterlo composed himself.

“Wait, what is this?” He pointed to the monitor, on it appeared a security video feed. He watched as some burly guy sat down beside you. The screen may be on the blurry side, but he could see the discomfort across your face.

“It’s a feed from the club, they rotate. Oh? Is that Y/N?”

Sam turned to look at him.

“Yeah.” He put down the pencil he was holding and left the room. Anger over Jason joining them already began to grow in the pit of his stomach. But seeing this fueled it.

As he neared he could see just how upset you were. Anger burst from him. “Get away from my girl.” Glancing down at you he gestured. “Come over here.”

You got up, with a small sway of your hips and he watched as the man grabbed your arm then. You wiggled it free and went over to him. He looked you up and down.

“Hey, how much did you pay?” The man snarled looking back at him and then at you. “I’ll pay more.” Now he could taste his anger, he moved so you would be behind him.

“She’s not a whore.” He took a step closer to the man. It took everything to stay this controlled.

“She certainly looks like it.”

Something in him snapped. He pulled back and punched the man square in the face. His nose crushed under his fist. It exploded in blood. The man howled, he gave him a hard look before running off.

Sam managed to come over just afterward and chuckled. “You still have a fire in you, Branden.” He clapped him on the back.

Branden shifted. “I couldn’t let him act or talk like that.”

Sam nodded.

“Oh, Branden.” You mumbled. “Wait a minute.”

He watched as you ran over to the bar. The man appeared to snicker before he handed you a washcloth. When you came back and you took his hand, he flinched.

“Let me clean your hand.” You said softly. Your heart beating fast in your throat cleaned his hand.

“All right.” He grumbled. With his free hand he scratched the back of his head as he looked at Sam. “Sorry about that.”

Sam shrugged. “He’s an asshole. He deserved it. Our girl is a good one. Her honor deserves to be protected.”

You met his eyes under your lashes, as you rubbed and cleaned off the blood. “All clean.” He took his hand back.

“Thanks.” He looked down at you. “Stay out of trouble, we’re not finished.”

Sam chuckled. “Nah, we discussed enough. Go and check out the site.”

Branden’s eyes narrowed and nodded. “That’s a good idea.” He flashed a smile.

“Come around tomorrow, we’ll finish up. The badges will ready then for you and the others.”

“All right.”

*****

Once in the car, all of this slammed you hard. Your mom’s voicemail and the sudden realization that in actuality you had been turned into a whore these last few days was too much for you. As Branden drove, you covered your face with your hand and let some tears fall.

“What’s the matter?”

The roughness of Branden’s voice made you cry harder. “Nothing!” You managed.

Glancing over, you could see the hard line his face made. He remained silent.

“I don’t fucking believe that.” His fingers combed through his short rusty strands. “When you wrote me, you had no trouble talking to me.” He finally said some time later.

There was a crunch of the tires as he pulled over to the side of the road.

“What are you doing?” You finally looked up.

You saw him type something into his phone before he put it on the dashboard. Cars whizzed by. A few making the car rock. When he turned, his blue eyes were like flames.

“I’m about to undertake this job, where I am sure he wants to fuck over me and the others. I can’t have you falling apart at the seams.” His voice grew louder.

“I’m- I’m sorry.” You swallowed, feeling trivial. Your issue was small compared to his.“While we were at the races, mom called. She’s left.”

You heard him sigh. You looked over and grimaced. “She gave us her blessing.”

He cracked a smiled. “That’s good. I told her my side of things.”

You nodded. “She probably needed that.”

“That’s not all of it, is it?”

“Well um… It just- well, it seems as if I am actually what that guy says I was.” Your voices shook, you could barely get the words out.

“A whore?”

You nodded.

He shook his head. “You’re not.”

“But… But Sam offered me so easily to you.”

“I don’t fucking know why, but I’m fucking glad.”

You smiled at that. “I am too,” You whispered. “It was nice watching you do; what you had always promised you’d do.”

He smirked. “And what was that, baby?” You could see a mischievous glint filling his eyes.

“Make someone regret hurting me.”

“So you liked that, huh?”

You nodded. “I did.”

He hit a couple of buttons, there was a whirring and he easily moved his seat back. “Come over here, baby.” With a click, he was freed of his seat belt.

You easily unbuckled your seat belt and removed your flats before climbing over. The sound he made when you straddled him made knots form in the bottom of your stomach.

“He won’t be the only one.”

“Oh?” A flutter went through you.

“When I’m done with this job, I’m paying Sam a special visit. Since I won’t need him anymore.” He said flatly.

You shivered with delight, as you wrapped your arms around him. “My hero.” You whispered close to his ear. As you did, you could smell a whiff of him and the soap he had used earlier. It made you want more. Resting your head on his shoulder you pressed some kisses on his throat.

“What are you doing?” His voice was hoarse.

“Thanking you.”

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Brother’s Keeper

Part 8b

Summary: You were never a good bluffer…and you hurt.

Warning: One of the hardest chapter I ever wrote. You’ve been warned. angst, boundaries reached…fingering done to reader.

You whimpered as he began to touch you. “See.” You were growing breathless. “I want you.”

He rose an eyebrow and made a sound that you could barely hear with the loud music of the club. “Do I really make you that wet?”

You stilled. “Wasn’t I earlier?”

“You were trying to send a message.”

You swallowed. You didn’t know what to say. You didn’t want to cry. “You don’t believe me?”

Branden did say anything. His silence hurt.

You couldn’t really move. “Well, Sam seems happy you won’t have to deal with any other chick with loose lips. So please remove your fingers from my panties. I’ve played the role of a good little whore enough for one night.” That made some tears fill your eyes but you swallowed them down. “Let’s go and play some billiards. And afterward,” You pressed your lips together. You wished your heart would stop racing but this was too painful for you. “I’ll drop you off at the beach house. I’ll go back to my apartment. If you want me for any other appearances in front of Sam, you can call me.”

He slid in a finger. “I thought you liked the idea of them knowing that we fucked.”

You winced. “I did when-” He moved his finger. Damn, why did your body still love how it felt despite him upsetting you. You still cared, damn you still loved him but why was he being so cruel. “Branden, please.”

“Please what?”

You met his eyes, which in his light looked sharp and cold. “Stop.”

He withdrew. “First you tell me to touch you and now you don’t want me to.” His brow creased.

“You don’t seem to believe me about fucking Sam.” You hissed. “I hate him. And right now you have been making me feel cheap. I don’t want to feel even cheaper since then I already do. Especially after he gave me to you.” You looked away finally.

“Look at me.” He put a hand on the wall above you and leaned in close.

You exhaled and looked up at him. His jaw was tight, his eyes were burning. With what you really didn’t know.

“How do you think I feel?” He swallowed. “I came looking for you and I see you, the only one I have ever given two shits about, hugging a man I owe my freedom to.” He exhaled harshly. “The same man, I’d love to wipe the floors with after what he did to you, what if he had given you to Sterlo or the fucking kid.” His eye blue eyes began to soften. “I need the money from the damn job so we can go away together, if you’ll have me.”

You shook, he had hinted but you never thought. A slice of excitement went through you and you wrapped your arms around his throat and kissed him.

You relaxed as you felt him wrap an arm around you. He pressed his body against yours, pressing you firmer against the wall. His eyes met yours just as your lips met.

“I told you I could be an asshole.” He said softly, breaking the kiss but resting his forehead against yours. “I had to survive being locked up for quite a bit.”

You reached up and caressed his cheek, the bristles of his facial hair scratching your palm in all the right ways. “I am yours. I wish you could have been my past, but you are my future.” Your eyes watered. And he kissed you again.

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Brother’s Keeper

Part 9a

Summary: Getting the crew together.

Note/Warning: implied past and possibly future smut.

He chuckled. “Don’t temp me. There’s just something about you.” His scruffy cheek grazed against yours as he went to whisper in your ear. “Makes me want to fuck.”

You giggled. He watched you flush. “After all these years of wanting to and we couldn’t.” You took a sip from your beer.

So many of your letters had been incredibly arousing. He could remember it as if it was yesterday. You had grown annoyed with men’s inability to satisfy you. He just knew that if he ever got out, he’d need to get his hands on you and show you how different things could be. At the time, he had never guessed it would be so simple. He was grateful you wanted him as much as he wanted you.

“That’s likely.” His blue eyes turned into flames. “Damn baby, if you knew how many times I thought of you.” He took a longer swig of his beer.

Shifting his glance, he looked back at the track. As Chris’s car passed, he was pleased to see the man was an even faster driver. “He’s gotten faster.” He told you, practically to himself.

“I thought about you a lot too.” You whispered and pressed a kiss against him.

He gritted his teeth, the idea of Sam fucking you all over gnawed at him. This job was too good. The risks were enormously high and the pay matched up to it. This time there was no way he would let himself be locked up, he refused to go back. He was not taking the fall for anyone, he’d die before getting behind any bars again.

*****

A knot of excitement formed and came undone repeatedly in your stomach at his words. During all those years in all the letters you sent, you had held yourself back from dipping further into the morass of untapped lust. You had worried he would not be interested. There was no way you could have competed with any of the girls you had seen him with before.

At the moment, you were grateful that Sterlo or the kid had brought any of the other bimbos with them to the race track. Right now you could just nestle against Branden. You didn’t have to pretend to be like them on Sam’s payroll. Contently, you sipped at the beer Sterlo got you and continued to watch the rest of the race.

As the butterlies flapped in your stomach, somewhere you had noticed that the dynamic between the two of you shifted. Perhaps that was how he dealt with things now that the job was in the forefront of his mind. Either way you enjoyed it.

You idly played with the hairs on the back his neck. “So you’ve known him a long time?”

“A few years.” His words were flat before he took a swig.

******

Branden smiled watching his friend climb out of the car. Heat came off the car in waves after he had thrown it around the track.

“The damn thing won’t stop fishtailing on me.”

He stepped forward. “Perhaps you finally have a car you can’t tame.”

Chris turned, his eyes lit up despite the serious line his mouth remained in. “When did they let you out?”

He smirked. “They didn’t.” Like the brothers, they shared a quick tight embrace.

“It’s good to see you on this side of things.”

“Same.”

He gestured to you. “How am I not surprised that you already have a pretty girl at your side.” He chuckled. “Who is she?”

“Do you remember Michael Dalton?”

The man scratched his head, then he nodded. He flashed a charming smile your way. Closing the distance, he pulled off his racing glove and offered his hand.

You took it and shook it back.

“Your brother was one hell of a guy.”

You nodded and smiled, then looked at him and back at Chris. “If he was dealing with Branden he’d have to be.”

He squeezed your side. His phone vibrated in his back pocket.

Pulling away, he looked down at the phone.

Sam: Important details have arrived. Come to the bar with the boys.

To Sam: Sure.

“You want to be back on my crew, Chris?”

“I wouldn’t miss out on a chance like that for the world.”

******

“I can sit here.” You offered as you looked demurely up at Branden. It was a darkened corner of the bar. It was comfy and no one should pay you no mind.

“That’s my good girl.” He pulled you close. “You’re really something.” He whispered. “Now give me a kiss before I go talk business.”

You beamed at him. You were happy to make him happy. As you pressed a kiss on his cheek, you rested your hand on his belt buckle. A gentle tease just to keep things exciting. His larger hand enveloped yours. “With such a naughty streak.”

You met his eyes once again. “You love it.”

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Brother’s Keeper

Rewrite Part 7c

Summary: Visiting the past.

Your keys jangled in the door as you opened it. “Here we are.” You smiled up at Branden.

“I’ve been trying to imagine what kind of place you lived in.” You could see as Branden glanced around.

“Well, make yourself comfortable and I will be ready in a moment.”

Once in your room you pulled off your dress. You were a little nervous about taking Branden to see mom, it made a lump form in your throat. But it would be good for her. Perhaps, she would finally come back to the world of the living.

You discarded your old panties and bra, then slipped into a fresh pair. you spritzed on some perfume and were looking over what to wear when a warm arm wrapped around your middle. “I got you.” Branden purred in your ear.

Turning your head, you smiled up at him. “You do.”

You turned in his arm, your heart thudding hard. “Would you like a cold beer?”

His grin spread wider. “I’d love one.”

“Get comfy, I’ll grab you one.”

*****

You smiled when you found the perfect outfit. You grabbed a few more outfits. Later that night, you and Branden were going to have to go to the club to show Sam that you were keeping his investment happy.

You put your bag by the sofa and happily went over to your kitchen.

Looking him over, your stomach tightened delightfully. You had always imagined him being here. You smiled, twisted off the cap and went over to him. “Here you go.”

His brow furrowed as he looked up at you. “Come 'ere, baby.” He patted his lap. “This is not usually me or well,” He sighed and took a swig of the beer. “I was better at this when we were writing letters, but what’s the matter?”

“Just nervous about seeing mom. I am hoping bringing you will be good for her.”

He rose an eyebrow. “And...”

“Do you think we can pull it off at the bar tonight?”

He nodded. “Yes, I’ll channel how I used to treat my girls. I was quite the dog.” He smirked before taking a swig from his beer.

You giggled. “A dog that created quite the daydreams in this girl.”

“I would have never guessed. You were so cute.”

“I suppose I was better at hiding my crush than I thought.” You shrugged.

******

He swallowed, it hurt driving back to the house. In the back of his mind, he half expected Michael to be there, possibly wanting to take a swing at him since he was sleeping with his sister.

Then again, Michael had wanted him to keep an eye on you. To take care of you even. Now he finally could do just that. Though, he’d never tell you that. He didn’t want to you to think he had been pushed into looking after you. He cared for you, desired you because he wanted to.

*****

Branden let Michael’s mother take him out in the backyard. He sat with her, letting her do the talking, letting her ask the questions. He slid you a look towards the house; seeing you in the window was comforting.

He could remember that last night. He had been over there barbecuing. Remembering you he realized just how damn cute you were. Life had been rough on you. But you were still a sweet girl, he could see that.

“It had been an accident?” She finally asked, her voice was rough.

“Yes, the officer was scared and reacted. I could hear his instant regret that he voiced to another officer."

Despite looking right at him, her eyes were far away. “And you stayed.”

“Yes when they finally got into the bank, they drew their guns. I would not let him go, till he passed.” He pressed his lips together. “I wish I had been shot.” He admitted, maybe the shot would not have killed him.

When she looked at him then, it was as if she woke up. “And miss out on the happiness my daughter gives you?”

“Excuse me?” He raked his fingers through his hair.

“Look, I saw the effect of the letters and just now, before coming into the house. You finally found someone to give your heart to.”

“But... Umm... Yes but-”

Her claw-like hand settled over his, it was softer than he expected. “I knew you never gave your heart to those girls you’d bring here from time to time.”

“But my daughter,” A weak smile spread, a refreshing change to the frown. It was almost unnerving in its appearance since it was so rare. “The two of you have been dancing around each other for years.”

“Well to be honest she was-”

“Cut it. She is not anymore.” She squeezed his hand and sighed. “Let the past finally rest. How about dinner?”

He smiled. “I’d like that.”

“Good.”

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Brother’s Keeper

Part Eight C

Summary: Feelings are realized…and the steps are taken forward.

Warning: sex between Branden and Reader

As you idly ran your fingers through the coppery strands of Branden’s chest hair, you could still feel the thudding of his heart beat.

“Listen, baby.” You looked up at him as he grabbed your hand. “I am and will always be an asshole. But I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

You nodded. “I’ll remember.”

“And just seeing you hug him made me see red.”

“I know,” You whispered. “I was just as disgusted.”

“The sooner this job is over, the sooner we can go away.”

“You really want to go away.”

He nodded. “Far away. We need to go somewhere, where I won’t be looking over my shoulder.”

“I’ll go wherever you want to go.” You worried about your mom but you had been looking after her all these years, you didn’t know if you still had it in you. Were you horrible to just finally want to leave, to forget about this place?

He smiled. “I’ll make sure your mother is well taken care of.”

“How…” Your voice trailed off.

“I could read your expression.”

*****

You don’t know when but you had drifted off in Branden’s arms. Waking up, you found him breathing deeply beside you. You went out into your small living room. You sat on your shabby sofa and brought your knees to your chest.

Why did a matter of days feel like years? Your world has been turned completely around.

Sighing, you rested your cheek on your knee. You have finally been with the man you have loved for so long. He is damaged, just like you are. Him more so. Your heart wouldn’t forget some of the darker tales he’d share in the letters. You were not stupid, there were probably several stories he didn’t share.

You could do this. You’ve seen just a slice of his fury and you knew what he was capable of. It excited you and made you nervous. You hoped that it wouldn’t get him sent back. You don’t know if you could be parted from him, especially now.

******

When you got up some time later, parts of you hurt. You didn’t know if it was because of the two of you or the emotional toll all of him had on you. It was all worth it.

Slipping into your bathroom, you pulled off his t-shirt and stepped into the shower. Perhaps you were being a silly little girl, whatever was left of her. But you would wash your past off. You sighed as you soaped up your hair.

“Can I join?”

You opened your eyes and met his, there was a blue fire in them that made you shiver. You smiled. “Only if you promise to wash my back?”

“I suppose I could do that.” He returned the smile.

You let him pull you close and tilt your face up. “I’m sorry.” He whispered.

“No more sorries.” You ran your fingers through his short strands.

“Y/N… I…”

“Branden, our past is in the past. But we are now our present. I am in all the way.”

He nodded. “I agree.” His grip on you tightened. “All the way.”

Your lips met then. You were not sure who moved first but once again, your heart beat hard in your chest as you were swept away by his kiss.

******

Nestled on top of him, your kiss continued. “I need you, Branden.”

His eyes searched yours. “Only if you want to.” He whispered.

Earlier when you two had come home from the bar, you practically ripped each other’s clothes off.

But now, this was different. It was as if the two of you could finally just be, without anything else.

“Yes. Please.”

Laying there, he helped you slide down on him. A sigh and soft moan poured from you. Gently you drew close and the kisses continued as you moved together. You tucked your wet strands behind your ear.

“Branden deeper. Remind me of how I am yours.” You whispered.

“Hold onto me.” He whispered back against your lips. You nodded and moving, he was over you. He held your face as his thumbs caressed your cheeks. Shifting, you gasped as he filled you deeply. It almost felt as if there was no space between you. He swallowed, his breath was warm on your face as he spoke. “I love you, Y/N.” He admitted in a rough voice.

“I love you.” You whispered back and your lips met as you moved. You clung onto him.

*****

It was a bright day. He were grateful that no hangover was pounding in his head. Last night had been a watershed. He never felt like this. It was good. All of this would work out, it just had to.

He tilted his head to you after getting out of the car. “Get here, baby.” His arm tightened around your waist as the two of you walked up to Sam’s.

At the door, his protection patted him down. He rose an eyebrow. “Not her.” When they ignored you.

“We know her.” The one said flatly.

“Hi Tommy.” You said sweetly. You gave Branden and Tommy, who was as big as an armoire, a bright smile.

A chuckle came from above. Glancing upward, Branden saw Sam standing his balcony. “Sorry Branden, they take their job seriously.” He smiled broadly.

“Hi Sam.” He watched you shield your eyes as you looked up at him.

“Hi girlie!” He winked.

It made his stomach lurch. “Yeah, I understand that.” He said loud enough so Sam would hear him.

“Come on up, Sterlo and the boy just got here too.” Sam then looked at you. “Y/N, the girls are by the pool.” He gestured to the direction of it.

He turned to you and dipped his sunglasses down. “Be a good girl. Wait for me by the pool.”

The smile you gave him then was warmer. “Want me to grab you a beer for after your meeting?”

He smirked. “Sure. I’d like that.”

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Brother’s Keeper

Rewrite Part 7a

Summary: The next day, reader realizes Branden and her better play the role for any prying eyes that belong to Sam. Branden feels things.

Note: Implied smut.

Roughly, he rubbed the wet strands of his hair with one of his towels. He pulled on a fresh t-shirt and boxers, before sliding back into bed with you. You deserved to sleep.

Coming to lay beside you, he couldn’t stop himself from gently tracing the curve of your cheek. You had always been a sweet kid. Now you were a woman, his woman. So damn lovely.

Your eyes fluttered open. “Branden.” You breathed his name, as a soft smile spread across your face. “I am so glad that none of this was a dream.” You whisper.

“Me too.” He whispered back. He searched your eyes, but then a grumble stirred between the two of you.

You giggled flushing, you buried your face into his chest. He loved it. “Hungry?”

“Maybe a little.”

“I’ll make us some breakfast.”

“You can cook besides just being a master griller?”

He smiled, nodding. “You remember?”

“I remember those times so well. I had always wanted to come over to you, like one of the many girls I saw that hung off your arm.”

“Now you’re the only girl who matters to me.”

“I like that.” You smiled.

“You should know I’ve always been pretty self sufficient. Before I met Michael, it was only me looking out for me.”

You grimaced. “Mom was rather fond of you.” You sighed.

He hated seeing the sadness filling your eyes. He chose his words carefully. “So you wanted to be one of those girls, huh?”

You nodded. “I did.” You swallowed. “Go and make us that breakfast and perhaps then I will tell you or even show you how fond of you I am.”

He smirked. “I like the sound of that.” He drew close, he closed his eyes as he felt your fingers in his still wet strands.

“I will go and shower and come over to you while you are cooking, I’ll wear one of your shirts.”

“I really like the sound of that.”

Your lips brushed his. “I will do it, because I can’t wait to see you cooking again and also so that bimbo we saw last night talks. I want her to see me again with you, so I don’t have to check in with Sam.” You swallowed. “After what he pulled, I really don’t have the stomach to talk to him soon.”

“I’m so glad he gave you to me.” He murmured against your temple. “But it sickens me to think of what if.” He pressed a kiss against you. “If I didn’t need him for the big job, I’d show him how I feel about him giving you to someone.” He searched your eyes

“My protector, my hero.” You kissed him.

*****

Surveying the refrigerator, he decided he’d make the standard but delicious breakfast in bed for the two of you. After buttering some bread, he slipped them into the toaster oven.

He was whipping up some eggs, when that familiar annoying voice filled the kitchen behind him. He made sure a pleasant expression filled his face.

“Were you good to my girl last night?”

He put the bowl and the whisk down, he turned towards her. “Yes. I think she only just now woke up.” He shrugged.

Her eyes lit up. “Oh, are you that good of a stud or do you perhaps need someone a little more on your level?” She leaned proactively against the kitchen island, her stomach bared, her shorts rode low.

“What makes you think, she’s not on my level?” He challenged, still smiling.

“I’m used to powerful men like you. I specialize in them.” She shrugged. “If you were with me, you’d be just getting up now. I’d be the one making breakfast.”

“I see.”

“Branden.” Your sweet voice came from the direction of his room. A whine played on your lips.

He turned to you.

“I thought you were going to wait in making breakfast, till I got out of the shower.”

He stretched and scratched his stomach. “Got hungry.” He made a soft sound. “Is that my shirt?” You nodded. “Come here and let me get a better look at you, doll face.”

You walked over, he could barely take it. His shirt sat half way down your thighs it made the knots come back to his stomach. He took your hand when you neared and twirled you. He smiled at the giggle you made.

He enjoyed turning his back to the bimbo as he came over to you. “Looking good.” He pulled you close. “Hungry?”

“Yes.”

“Good. It will be ready soon.” He smiled meeting your eyes.

“Y/N, are you ok?” The bimbo asked.

You leaned and looked around him to look towards her. “Of course I am. This guy is amazing.”

He chuckled. “Am I? Well, wait till after breakfast.” He smirked.

You giggled. “Such a beast you are.” You wiggled free and hopped onto the counter. “I’ll let you finish cooking but can you get me a glass of juice, please?”

“Of course.”

“How about you? Were you with one of the other guys?” You turned giving her the most innocent expression you could muster.

“Oh, he’s still sleeping.”

“You better go and make him happy. You don’t want him complaining to Sam or something.” You suggest.

“You think he would?”

You shrugged. “Maybe.”

“I don’t want that. All right, bye girlie.”

She soon disappeared to the other part of the house.

He came back over to you and placed the juice by you. The toast dinged. He sighed meeting your eyes. Opening the cabinet, he took out a plate and placed the toast on them.

“Was hoping the eggs would have already been done.” He muttered bringing over the plate.

“It’s ok.” You opened your legs again to him and he stood close. “I told you, she was nosy.” You whispered.

He nodded. He gently rested his hands on your thighs. “You look really good in my shirt.”

“I think so too.” You draped your arms around his throat.

He moved his hands higher, till they smoothed over your hips. “Damn.” He growled. “Seeing you like this is almost too much.”

“Let’s finish those eggs and you can show what me being dressed like this does to you.”

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Brother’s Keeper

Rewrite Part 7b

Summary: Branden and reader, set the tone for their dynamic in front of the others.

Warning: Language, sex scene, emotions are realized and felt, confessions are made.

You sipped from the juice. “What shall we do with your first full day of freedom?”

He turned and smirked. “I have some ideas.”

You caught yourself. “Well, that is if you want me tagging along.” You caught his eye.

“You’re not going to be a nuisance are you?”

You sat a little straighter. “Nope.” You plastered a winning smile on your face. “Sam wants me to show you a good time, so whatever you want to do.”

“Good.” He came and stood between your legs and took the glass of orange juice. “I don’t want a pain in my ass hanging around me.” He took a hearty sip.

“I won’t be.”

The kid came jogging in. “Oh!” He became flustered. “I’m sorry.”

Branden turned, giving him a look. “About what?” His pinkie grazed your thigh as he put the glass back down.

“Didn’t want to intrude.”

You looked him up and down and then looked away.

The kid grabbed something from the fridge and disappeared back into the house.

Taking the spatula, he scooped up the eggs and slid them onto a plate. Then he grabbed some forks and put them on the plate, “Let’s eat on my balcony.”

“All right, I will grab some more juice.” You hopped down.

“Sure.”

You poured some and grabbed a bit of fruit before making your way back to his room.

Seeing him leaning against the railing you smiled. Damn, this was far better than you could have ever imagined. With a swish of your hips you closed the door. Freeing a finger, you pressed the button and his room was locked and once again was a sanctuary for the two of you. Putting the glass and fruit down, you went and pressed a kiss to his upper arm already warming from the mid-morning sun. “I grabbed us some fruit.”

He looked back at you. “Yum.”

Going over to the sofa in the shade, you slouched and relaxed. He pushed off the railing and turned to you. “How are you simultaneously sexy and demure?”

You smiled up at him as he drew close. “Because I’m in your shirt.”

With his knee close to you he bent down and captured your mouth with a kiss.

“Maybe.” He said against your lips before coming to slouch beside you. “So how was that? Was I enough of an asshole?”

You pressed your lips together. “I hope so but it’s gonna be hard. When I asked you about this afternoon, I had forgotten about the walls having ears.” You sighed and laid your head against his arm.

“It’ll be ok. I can be an asshole. It’s being sweet to you that’s difficult.”

You giggled and met his eyes. “I always did like it when you were a bit of an asshole.”

He chuckled then, it was a nice rich deep sound. It warmed your heart. “Good to know.” You could see the mirth in his blue eyes.

Grabbing the plate, he sat back and you took a fork. “This is really good.”

He bopped your nose with his fork. “I told you I could cook.”

You smiled. “You did.”

**** *

As you got up, he grabbed your wrist. “Where are you going? The plates can wait.” Sometimes that feeling that everything could change in an instant still remained strong in him. It made his throat tighten and his heart begin to race.

You smiled back at him as you placed what was left of the toast and fruit on the plate and put it on the table.

“Nowhere, well right here actually.” Turning, you easily went and straddled his lap. Feeling your softness this close, seeing how his shirt rose up to your hips pulled a deep sound from him. It made him hard.

He smoothed his hands on your thighs. “I like this.”

You draped your arms around his neck. “I certainly do.” When you leaned in close, he closed his eyes and felt your lips on his throat.

“I think I will have to show you what dressing in just your shirt does to me.” You whispered as you rolled your hips.

“I- We could get really loud.” He told you and he let you see the smirk that curled his lips.

You shivered while still on top of him. When you did, he felt as you grew wetter against him. It pulled a deep sound from him.

Your eyes met his as your noses barely grazed. “Then fuck me Branden, make me scream. Let the whole house hear it.” You suggested and rocked against him. He had been growing harder and bigger as you were astride him.

*****

Perhaps you were drunk on the lust of finally being with him, you were not sure. Though the thought of him just fucking you right now sounded incredibly appealing.

“Baby, I’ve had fantasies of fucking you.” He slipped his hand under the shirt and caressed you. “But those were from a man locked up, hungry for the feel of you.”

“I had the same ones. I want you too, I want you to own me. I want everyone to know I’m yours.”

“Hold onto me then, baby.”

You nodded.

Easily he stood, you held on tighter and wrapped your legs around him. He carried you in and placed you on the bed. “Take all of that off.”

“Yes.” His voice had taken a command you thought you’d only ever hear in your fantasies.

Looking down at you as you laid there, he shed his shorts and shirt. It wasn’t long before you enjoyed the feel of his weight partially on you as he was over you, kissing you. There was a new hunger in it. His beard scratching just the right way.

He broke the kiss and met your eyes. “After about a year of you sending me pictures, you began telling me about your sex life. You naughty, naughty girl,” He pressed his lips together, shaking his head. “You sent a couple that sent me over the edge.”

“I was hoping, well I don’t know what I hoped for. I needed to talk to someone.”

“Well, I had pushed any thought of sex so far away. Sure, to relieve my pent up tension my hands were great company, but then I began imagining you.” He nibbled on your jaw, your lips. “I grew insanely jealous of the men who could get their hands on you.”

You took a deep breath at his words. “I began talking to you about it after my first dreams of seducing you occurred.”

The nibbles turned into kisses here and there, a moan came from you as he gently sucked at your throat. “I stopped jerking to pictures of random girls in magazines that I’d been ripping from its pages. Your pictures and letters filled my imagination.” His voice was raspy and deep in your ear.

A deep sound came from you. “Oh Branden.” You breathed, but arched and a sharp moan poured from you. “I’d touch myself reading the letters from you. Imaging you.”

He easily moved his hand between your legs and cupped you.

“Look at you, so wet.” His fingers began caressing you. You could no longer think. “When your fingers were here, did you imagine mine? Did you wonder what they’d feel like?” He moved his fingers across your wetness before slipping them inside of you, he smiled at just how tight you were.

“Yes.” You whimpered and arched against him.

He moved up so he looked down at you. He slipped his fingers from you.

“Please don’t.” You beg.

“Patience.” He brought your fingers to his lips. “So good.” He murmured licking his lips. “Open for me, baby.” Climbing over you, he opened you wider as he moved you into a half reclining position. “You’re lovely.”

He teased your opening, but then he entered you. As one with no space in between, your breaths mingling. He wrapped his arms around you. A smirk curled his lips. “Ready?”

“Yes.” It was almost too much to have him this deeply in you without moving.

Then he did it. It wasn’t long till he made you a mess. He filled you so deeply as he moved in and out of you. You could feel him everywhere. It wasn’t long before sweat built up between your bodies.

“Damn, oh Branden!” You called out as your fingers tugged on his hair. Kisses, hungry and sloppy were broken up as moans came from the two of you.

You clawed at him. You were not sure if you left marks but you couldn’t help it. “Oh!” You gasped shaking. “I... I-”

“Is my cock gonna make you cum?”

“Yes, yes.” You whimpered and moaned as he moved deeper.

“Good. Cum for me. I want to feel it.”

Your body trembled against him, you held onto him tighter. He made you forget all of them. Made you forget your ugly past. It was only you and him. Shaking, you arched against him as you called out and you came hard. Wilting in his arms.

“You feel so good. So damn good.” He growled. You felt his body tighten before he came hard deep in you.

“Wow.” He was breathless, he smoothed some hair from your face. “I think you marked me up, baby.” He smiled.

“I’m sorry.” You hid your face into his chest. Your passions hung on him like a special musk. It turned you on almost immediately. You pressed kisses on his sweaty torso.

“Don’t be. I like it.” He made soft sounds as he felt the kisses.

“Branden, why don’t we go down to the beach and wade around in the surf?”

“Could be refreshing.” He smiled and cupped your face. “You,” He licked his lips. “you’re special baby.”

“So are you.” You whispered.

******

“Branden, I don’t want to be the only one in here. Come join me.” You came over to him in your polka-dotted bikini.

“Oh, all right. I was seriously just taken with the view.” He chucked, he let you pull him to his feet. The sand was warm and felt good under his feet.

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Brother’s Keeper

Part 6

Summary: Alone at last.

He followed his memory to the dinner. He smiled, when he saw that it was still there. After, pulling into a spot he cut the engine then he came over to your side of the car and opened the door for you.

You turned and looked at him. “Branden?”

“Yes.”

Before he could react, you went up on your tip toes and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “Welcome home, Branden.” Your eyes met his, he may have been in prison but you startled him.

A slow smiled was shared between you. Not knowing what to say, he wrapped an arm around you. “Ready to eat?”

You nodded. “Please.”

Once you entered the diner he led the two of you as far away from the other patrons as you two could be.

Quickly, the two of you placed your orders. Silence had fallen over the two of you. He stirred his black coffee absently as you squeezed some lemon into your iced tea. After you wiped your hands, he took the spoon out of his coffee.

He reached over what felt like some invisible barrier, and placed his hands over yours. “You would think with all our letters, it would be easier to talk in person.” He said softly.

You nodded, he watched as your lips formed a grim line before looking back at him. “Before tonight I was never given to anyone.”

“Never?” He moved his hands so he could actually hold yours.

“Never. I was supposed to just entertain, dance and maybe swim with someone.”

“Interesting. Is this a new job?”

“No, I would have told you.”

“That fucker.”

“Excuse me.”

“Oh?! Sorry.” Branden grimaced and reluctantly, he let go of your hands and sat back. “Thank you.”

You swallowed. A soft smile spread across your face. “I’ve been wanting to be with you all these years. I will not tire of you in a day.”

You paused but the one corner of your mouth twitched upward. “But I’ve never been more happy that it was you.”

He scoffed. “You will tire of me in a day.”

You shook your hear. “I’m sure that I won’t be.”

“Excuse me a moment?”

“Of course.”

Once inside the men’s room, relief filled him that it was empty. He braced himself against the cold counter. Being in front of you, was almost too much. None of the photos had done you justice. You were lovely.

Guilt filled him when realized any hope of being with you was dashed. No one as lovely as you would want to get tangled up with him. Turning on the cold water on he splashed some on his face. He dried his face off and the came back out to you.

*****

Once Branden was far enough away, you motioned for the waitress to come home.

You smiled. “Please can I have some chocolate pudding to go. And can I have two spoons, please.”

“Certainly.”

“Thank you.”

When the waitress came back with the pudding, you soon paid the bill and waited for Branden’s return.

The entire time you sat across from him, you wanted to kiss him. You couldn’t help think back to some of your dreams of him.

Despite the new lines that formed on his face, just being near him and your stomach was in knots.

You couldn’t shake the feeling of sadness, why hadn’t he told you he was getting out.

As you watched him walk back over to you, butterflies began to flap hard in your stomach.

“Brandon,” you swallowed. You hands began to shake, you slipped them under the table.

“What’s the matter?” He asked after taking a final bite from his sandwich.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were getting out?” Actually saying it aloud hurt.

“They didn’t.” He paused and you heard him sigh. “I made a deal with Sam to get me out.”

“Oh.”

“I couldn’t stand being in there any longer.” He pressed his lips together. “Let’s get out of here.”

“Yes.”

******

He might as well tell you. All or nothing, he couldn’t stand another moment you not knowing. If you screamed and ran away, at least he was out of prison.

You went and reached for the door but he kept it locked. You turned to him. “Branden?”

“May I have this for a moment?”

You shrugged.

“Sure.” He took the small paper bag from you he placed it on the roof of the car. “Look, the final straw came when you told me that guy slapped you. I couldn’t stomach the idea of being inside and not able to do anything.”

He saw something in your eyes. “I’m glad you’re here but Branden, I’m used to it. Men have never been kind to me.”

Your words ripped him to shreds inside.

“Only you and my brother were decent to me. Your letters helped but I couldn’t ask you to mind me.”

“What if all I have ever wanted to do was to take care of you?”

Confusion, crossed your face. “But why?”

“Because I came to care for you.”

He watched as your eyes filled with tears. He did not what to do. Had that disgusted you, he wondered. He did what he thought was right. Reaching up, he cupped your cheek.

“Oh Branden.” Your voice shook, he felt as you took his hand and kissed his palm.

If the kiss on his cheek had not started his heart racing, this kiss on his palm certainly did.

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Brother’s Keeper

Rewrite Part 5

Summary: Branden and reader are finally together.

Note: I wanted to also show reader’s reaction to seeing Branden. So the past bit is where the last one ended, only this time in their POV.

You were shaken, at what you had just heard Sam say. You could barely turn to whomever was standing behind the two of you. Your blood began to pound in your ears. Maybe it would be alright. “..... I give her to you.” You found it hard to breath. “Turn and say hi to my best man!” You never wanted to be rescued as much as you did in that moment. Why, couldn’t Branden be here, when you saw who it was your breath felt like it was ripped out of you.

You opened and closed your mouth, you didn’t know what to say. Your mouth had grown dry.

“Look at you, all fucking grown up.” He said, hearing his voice made your heart flutter. It felt like it had been ages since you heard it but it also felt like it was only yesterday.

His words cut through as much as his blue eyes did.

“And you got old.” You couldn’t stop yourself from saying. As you looked at him, you noticed lines you don’t remember him having. And he had a beard, that was interesting.

You noticed as Sam looked at you two. “You two know each other.”

You met Brendan’s eyes, not really knowing what to say next.

“I used to work with her bloody cousin when I was a kid.” Why hadn’t he mentioned Michael, you wondered. You would follow his lead and not say a fucking thing, you pressed your lips together.

“Ahh, well then this is great.” As you distantly felt Sam put his arm around your shoulders, every part of you wanted to shrug it off but you didn’t. “Then you ready know how special she is.” He gestured to you. “You can have her till Friday unless you get bored.” Sam chuckled bobbing his head from side to side. You swallowed bile that rose from your stomach. “You won’t, she’s special. Bring her when you come on Friday!”

He gestured to the both of you. “Now, go you two! Enjoy the night.” He stepped back, dropping his arms from the two of you.

That’s when Brendan’s leather clad arm came around your shoulders, he pulled you close to his side. Inside you were in turmoil. Why had he not told you he was getting out. Should you be angry or just enjoy the fact that he was here. Either way you felt incredibly uneasy.

“Sam,” He made a deep sound. “Thank you.” He looked down at you and winked. The storm stopped and you wanted to swoon. You, your body remembered how much you had loved those smirks. “I’ll take good care of her.” Then he leaned in close. “Follow my lead,” He whispered, his breath was warm. “Giggle as if I said something funny.”

You giggled.

He smiled pulling back. “I want to go and have a bite to eat baby and them maybe we can go and have some more fun.”

Sam beamed. “That’s what I like to see. My best girl and my best man! Behave you two.” He winked and wagged a finger.

Brendan turned with you, “Let’s get the hell out of here.” You nodded.

The two of you were practically up the stairs in no time. You just followed his lead at this point. When he stopped you, stopped.

“Sterlo you were right. Introductions can happen later. We’re leaving. You and the boy? Have a good time.” He spoke fast and clipped.

“Alright. See you later Branden.” He nodded at you.

With his arm still firmly around you, the two of you moved among the partiers. You saw where you stored your bathing suit. “Brendan, let me get my swim suit.” You don’t know how you said that as steadily as you did.

He gave you a grim look. “Alright. I’ll wait right here.”

One of the girls you knew was in there, she came out with you. “So you met the man, Sam wants you to entertain?” You saw as she saw Brendan, her eyes widened a little.

“I did.” You went over him, slipping your knapsack on your shoulder and wrapped an arm around his waist.

“Who’s this?” He looked at you and then her the back at you.

“Just one of the girls I work with at the bar.”

“Oh!” He nodded.

“I do.” She practically squealed.

What you did next, you had not control over. You let your hand slid over and tug on his belt, something you had always seen the other girls do. It sent the butterflies in your stomach into a panic. It felt so good to do that to him for real.

“I am excited that’s he’s all mine, look at him. He’s one of Sam’s best men.” You said, excitedly. You had heard the other girls say things like this and it had always made everyone happy. This was new to you, it made knots form and become undone deep within your stomach.

“Have fun girly, but if you need a break you know who to call.”

“Are you ready?” He looked down at you, you nodded. “Let’s get the fuck out of here.”

“Ok!”

“Bye!” The girl blew you both an overly exuberant kiss.”

“My car is over here.” You told him.

You walked over. “Keys?” A smirk curled his lips.

“You want to drive?”

He smiled. “Yes.” He, opened the door for you. You got in. You felt as this just couldn’t be real. You watched as Brendan got behind the wheel, he revved the engine and then the two of you tore off into the night.

Inside, you couldn’t hold any of this in anymore. You had held it in when you saw him, you had held onto through all the letters you wrote...now you could not. You threw your arms around him. “I’m so glad you’re here.”

*****

Your perfume, tickled his nose as he inhaled deeply as your arms wrapped around. “I’m so glad I’m here too.” That was the most physical contact he had in ten years. His heart twisted. He had thought his heart he had long since died but it continued to twist as your arms remained around him.

He pushed away the thought that if it had not been here, who would Sam had given you to.

He glanced down at you as he drove. Street lights brought your face out the shadows as they flew down the highway.

The road, finally seeing it went on forever. Earlier he had not paid it no mind. His only care had been to get business started between Sam and him.

He had that information now, and now here you were. Your arms were around him. Inside he was shaking. Glancing down again, he saw that you had closed your eyes as you rested your head against him.

He hoped his memory and time would not play a trick on him. On the far side of town there had been a diner he’d go to. It was a place where one could eat and not be bothered. The food was good too. It better damn be still there, he thought to himself.

“Let’s get a bit to eat, yes?”

You pulled back. “That would be nice.”

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Brother’s Keeper

Part 7 - Rewrite

Summary: Branden and reader finally let their feelings be known after so long.

Warning: consensual sex

Tears pooled in your eyes. You had hoped, dreamed even that he would care for you. But with him being locked away, you had never thought it would happen. You swallowed and looked up into his soft eyes. You held his hand.

“You want to take care of me?”

“Yes.” The raspiness of his voice made you tremble. “We should get out of here.”

“Yes, but where?” You were grounded once again. You both shouldn’t be out like this. He was a wanted man. “Is there a place we can go to where we don’t have to look over our shoulders?”

“Sam gave us a place.”

“Ok! Let’s go there.”

******

Inside you were shaking. As Branden pulled up to the place you gasped. It was practically a mansion and on the beach. Your apartment could fit in it at least twice.

You grabbed your knapsack, slung it over your shoulder and followed him inside. “Sam gave you guys this place to stay?”

You looked around.

“Yeah, I’m not crazy about it. But I don’t want to argue, I’m out...” His voice trailed off. “Want a beer?”

You smiled, “Yes.” You needed to calm your nerves. When he turned to the fridge, you hopped onto the island in the middle of the kitchen behind him. You honestly don’t know why, but you did it. You opened the bag and took out the pudding and the spoons.

When he turned to give you a beer, a look that came over him made knots form in your stomach. He nudged the refrigerator closed and came over to you.

He placed a bottle beside you. When you reached for it, he shook his head and you pulled your hand back. “This one is yours.” He held up one. He twisted the cap off and took a swig.

Confusion wrinkled your brow as you looked at him, he chuckled. He handed it to you. “One of my last beers on the outside is the one you brought me and I let you have a sip from. “ He grabbed the one near you and twisted its cap off.

You remembered then. “Oh wow! That was so long ago.” You took a sip from your bottle.

“You were so young, so nervous.” He chuckled and laid his hand on your thigh. You could feel the warmth of his hand through your dress.

You looked down at his hand and smiled. “In those days, mom would have killed me if she had seen me have a sip.”

He squeezed your thigh and took a swig from his bottle. “How is she doing these days?”

You looked down and shook your head. “Ever since Michael died, she is just a shadow.”

He pressed his lips together and nodded. “I can only imagine.”

He drew closer as you opened your legs. You squeezed his hand on your thigh. “It’s all right. Maybe it’s a good thing.” You sighed. As you thought about where you were in your life. She’d be devastated if she knew half of what you have gone through over the years.

“Hey, chin up.” He placed his bottle next to yours. He tilted your head up and you looked up into his stormy blue eyes.

You swallowed. “Branden?” You felt as if you could cry or pass out at any moment.

Sighing, you moved closer when his lips were against yours, you giggled as his beard tickled. Shock and excitement washed over you. You barely parted from each other as his beard tickled you. Your eyes met and once again you were kissing. This time only, you wrapped your arms around him. You moaned as you kissed him, feeling his strong arms pull you close.

A sharp giggle filled the kitchen. Jumping, you looked in the direction of it.

One of the girls you knew from the bar sauntered into the kitchen holding the hand of one of Branden’s friends. When she saw you, she let go and practically ran over to you. “What are you doing here?” She asked in her usual annoying voice.

“Sam gave me to him.” You shifted a little, and leaned against his solid frame. You were all aflutter when he draped an arm around you. As you leaned against him you could feel that his heart was racing like yours. “We’re about to have some fun, aren’t we?” You looked up at him cheekily.

He nodded.

“All right girly.” She looked at Branden. “You be nice to my girly.”

Behind them near the entrance of the kitchen, Sterlo chuckled.

“I will be.” He grabbed his beer and took a swig.

“Good.” The girl then drifted back to where Sterlo stood.

******

“So this is my room.” Branden remarked and locked the door behind the two of you.

You looked at him over your shoulder and smiled. “It looks comfy.”

He shrugged. “I’ll enjoy it.” He came over to you. “Let me take this from you.” He gently took the knapsack from you.

Despite being so big, it did look comfy. “Oh! You have a balcony.” You slid open the door.

He came up behind you. You turned and smiled up at him. The gentle breaking of the ocean waves and the way he stood that close to you made you want to kiss him again so badly. “Where were we?”

******

The bed practically enveloped you in its softness as you slid back into it. Your stomach was in knots as Branden pulled off his boots. The bed room gave as he came to hang over you.

You wrapped your arms around his throat. “Kiss me, Branden.” And he did.

Finally feeling how he felt like this made you breathless. You had only fantasized about what it could be like, but now feeling it was even better.

Your fingers grazed through his short rusty colored hair. A deep sound came from him as you enjoyed his kisses, which tasted like a mixture of him and the beer the two of you enjoyed.

You made a soft sound when you found yourself on top of him. Your summer dress had hiked up to your waist. His jeans were rough under your naked legs.

His hands rested on your thighs. “Its been a long time.” He said softly.

You nodded. You gently rocked against him, a soft sound came from you when you felt him.

“I told you it’s been a long time.”

You rocked against him a little harder, before leaning down. “Branden, I’ve imagined this for a long time.”

“You have?” He looked so startled for a moment, you could see the Branden before all of this.

“Yes. I’ll tell you all about it but now I need you.”

He kissed you, then his hands began to finally move on you. Pulling some soft sounds from you. Sometime later feeling breathless.

******

“Show me more of you.” He breathed.

As he watched and felt as you sat up, he felt himself grow harder. Damn, your curves were even better than he ever imagined now that he saw them on display for him.

Pulling you close he moved once again, he was over you. Hungrily, he kissed you. He was realizing how starved for touch he had been as he felt your hands drift up under his shirt. Your softness and the gentle feel of you pulled sounds from him.

******

As he finally laid beside you with nothing beside you, he met your eyes. He gathered you close to him. Your lips met in a hungry kiss once again. He kissed and nibbled his way down your throat. The sweet sounds that came from you made him want you all the more. “I want to be inside of you.” He managed to say.

“Please.” You breathed, your words made his heart beat hard and fast in his chest.

The most delicious moan broke your lips as he rubbed his tip against your slick wetness. He entered you as slowly as he could. It was far better than any fantasy he’d had. Your moans mingled as your eyes met.

Your desires were matched, as you both began to move. With no restraint, moans mingled as your lips and tongues hungrily met each other. Sweat beaded up between the two of you. You were so wonderfully, tight and wet. He didn’t know if he’d be able to last long.

Your fingers felt amazing as they ran up and down his back. He held you to him as you writhed and arched against him. “Branden, I am so close.” You managed to whimper.

“Cum for me, baby. I want to feel it.”

He called out as he felt you pull him close. “Yes, yes.” You panted.

As you came hard around him, he shook hard. He met your eyes, as he moved harder and deeper into you. Panting, moaning your name. He came hard. The pleasure spread all over him.

*****

Panting, he laid down onto his back. “Come here.” He rasped. Happily you cuddled up to him. He looked down at you. “I don’t know where I’m going.”

“At least you are out.” You looked up at him.

He nodded, he grazed his fingers up and down your bare shoulder. “But if you will have me, I want you by my side.”

Your tears filled, this was all you had ever wanted to hear. “Yes. Yes, I’m yours Branden.” You went up and kissed him. You pulled back and giggled. “That silly beard.” But with a smile you kissed him again.

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