search within (searchwithin) wrote in shadows_rpg, @ 2021-03-03 08:51:00 |
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Entry tags: | #june 2018, brianna, brianna x kane, kane |
Who: Brianna and Kane
When: late night/early morn, June 8/9
Where: The Back Porch, Juniper Inn
Warning: NSFW
Status: Complete Part 1 of 2
Another weekend, another night out driving around. The encounter with the girl who knew his scars -- Elodie, he’d checked the ride share app again to make sure and remember that name -- had rattled him, and Kane had laid low for most of the week. He didn’t really think she was up to something specific with him ... but paranoia had saved his life before, so Kane didn’t want to take any stupid chances. By the time almost a week had gone by, he was too restless to stay indoors anymore, so he’d fired up his phone and his SUV and gone out into the night again. There was some supernatural activity picking up again anyway, it seemed, and he wanted to keep his eyes open for trouble. Or opportunity.
As the hours wore on, Kane wasn’t finding much of anything. Except more people were out and about than usual for that time of night in Point Pleasant. Maybe it was the weather. It had been a beautiful, warm day, but Kane had slept through the bulk of it. He lived most of his life at night anyway. He drove around and cruised through the more populous places -- monsters were often attracted to groups of humans, after all, but he didn’t spot any trouble. He didn’t spot Adrian Moretti, either, a face Kane was always hunting for. Eventually Kane decided he was done for the night, and it was time for a beer or five. He headed to the Porch and parked, stretching his back with a little grunt before he headed inside.
Brianna was having a hard time sleeping. After the odd feelings of Thursday and the knowledge that all was not well, it had been difficult for her to focus on much of anything, despite the fact that she did her best to project the face of someone who had her shit together. Her kids had been busy with the end of the school year and now with summer and James was still attentive, but getting back into work. That was all fine and good with Brianna. There were days she felt the need to be completely alone and even there was a sort of restlessness slivering about inside of her. Brianna didn't know what she needed, or why, and it was starting to drive her a little mad.
Tonight it had been almost unbearable to deal with, so she had gone to the gym after dinner and then texted James that she was getting a drink with Margaret Cooper and not to wait up. Brianna had no idea if he would believe her, but it didn't matter. She figured as long as she checked in periodically he would be fine and not worry.
Now she sat alone at the Porch, nursing her second whiskey sour at a table in the back. Occasionally she checked her phone, but for the most part Brianna was lost in her thoughts, trying to sort out how she was feeling and what had happened to her. Frankly, she was hoping the drinks would help her quell the feeling that she was going to jump out of her skin at any moment.
She was taking another sip from her drink when the door to the bar opened. It was instinctual to glance over, because she knew almost every face in this town and there was a small, paranoid part of her that was afraid one of her and James's friends would walk in and see her sitting alone at this time a night with a drink. But that was pretty ridiculous as their friends rarely visited a dive like this place. They would drink at Dragonfly, or the country club.
But she did know the face of the man who walked inside. It was one she hadn't seen in months, and one she had thought had already ditched town. No, she didn't know his name, but that had been part of his appeal. Brianna wondered if he would remember her if he saw her. She hadn't really changed much beyond her hair growing a few more inches. She stayed put, holding her drink in one hand and watching him. Maybe he would spot her, maybe not. If not, maybe she would approach him instead. She was too curious about him now not to.
Kane was in the habit of assessing every situation he walked into, and bars were no different. His eyes scanned around the bar as he stepped into it, skimming over faces, noting positions of people, just in case one of them had it in for him. His eyes passed over the redheaded woman toward the back at first, but shot back in her direction a second later as recognition kicked in. There was no mistaking who it was, and Kane felt his insides give a weird sort of flip-flop. He hadn’t known what had happened to his favorite Point Pleasant fuckbuddy, just that she’d stopped answering his texts and he hadn’t spotted her around town in months. She was there though, sitting at the Porch and staring at him. The recognition was obviously mutual.
The corner of Kane’s mouth quirked upward and he held her gaze for a moment before he turned to go to the bar. He wanted a drink in his hand when he approached her. Luckily the Porch wasn’t slammed, and it only took a couple of minutes before he was sauntering up to Red’s table, carrying a glass of whiskey and a beer. He gestured to the chair across from her and quirked an eyebrow. “This seat taken?” he asked.
Oh yes, he definitely remembered her. Brianna felt the same sort of flip flop in her stomach when she noticed the smallest quirk of his lips and she waited with bated breath until he was walking towards her. Silly, really, but one thing she hadn't forgotten during her four months of hell was how amazing this man had been in bed. Telling herself that it was late and no one of importance would see the two of them together, Brianna lifted her foot beneath the table to push the aforementioned seat out for him with the tip of her shoe. Then she gestured for him to sit. "It is now," she told him, unable to keep her own lips from curving into a small smile. Her fingertips drummed lightly against her glass. "It's been a while." That was her fault, she was sure, considering she had been unexpectedly sucked into some other dimension. He had probably thought she lost interest and ghosted him. "How have you been?"
Kane vaguely remembered this woman telling him never to approach her in public, and he’d been fine with that, but she obviously didn’t mind it now. Maybe the Porch didn’t really count as public to her, she seemed way too classy to be a regular at this place. Hell, maybe she was divorced now and it didn’t matter anymore. Maybe that was where she’d been for months, he didn’t know. She at least wasn’t telling him to fuck off, so he counted that as a good sign for the rest of the night. Kane settled himself into the offered chair and set his beer down. He chuckled faintly at her polite question, like they were just country club acquaintances. “Oh, you know ... ups and downs, like always,” he said, lifting the glass of whiskey to his lips. He’d been stabbed and nearly bled out, he’d gotten obsessed with a monster man, he’d bonded more with his sister, more brushes with death, blah blah. “How ‘bout yourself? Didn’t expect to see you again.”
Brianna gave a slight nod and sipped her drink. She didn't need the details. Didn't want them, and she was sure he felt the same. That had been their whole thing, hadn't it? There was no need for small talk and chit chat. Brianna supposed she could make an exception so they could finish their drinks. Her lips curved and Brianna lifted one shoulder in a light shrug. "Well, they say that life is full of surprises. As for me, ups and downs. I've been... out of town." Setting her glass back down, Brianna arched a brow curiously. "Are you still holed up in that motel?"
Everything in Kane’s life was better left vague, especially to an acquaintance such as this one. He didn’t worry that Red meant him harm or anything, but their whole thing had been based around anonymity, and there wasn’t much he could say that didn’t say too much about him. He smirked a little at how she used the same phrase he did. He wasn’t sure what to make of ‘out of town,’ but it wasn’t his business and he didn’t want to make it so either. He was just pleased to see her again, and to learn that she hadn’t ghosted him on purpose. Or if she had, she’d changed her mind. Whatever. Kane was likely going to get his dick wet tonight, that was most of what he cared about. “Well, welcome back into town, hellscape that it is,” he said with a crooked smile. “Nah, I got an apartment now. But I’ll drop the cash for a room somewhere if you wanna get outta here.”
Brianna had to stifle some of the laughter that bubbled up in her throat. The hellscape that was Point Pleasant. If only he knew what was on the Other Side of it. Maybe he did know. Brianna didn't want to find out though. He was removed from that part of her life. No explanations, no obligations. It felt nice sitting there with him because he wasn't looking at her with concern or questions. She was just a woman he had fucked a few times and probably wanted to fuck again. Brianna was more than okay with that.
She took one more sip from her glass, contemplating his offer even though she already knew deep in her gut what her answer would be. He didn't want to take her back to his apartment - the thought that he was now living in town was both thrilling and mildly concerning... but mostly thrilling - and that was fine with her. She would never dream of taking him to her home, after all.
"I definitely want to get out of here," she said after setting her now empty glass to the side. "But feel free to finish your drink first. I would hate to take you away from the reason you came here in the first place."
Kane didn’t think it would do any harm to take her back to his place, but he didn’t want her getting curious about anything in there. It was pretty spartan, only the most necessary furniture, a single bath towel, and a weight set he’d bought from a yard sale, but he didn’t want any questions about why he lived like that. Or about anything else. That was their whole thing, no questions. Letting this woman into his private space was too intimate in the wrong way. “So thoughtful,” Kane replied, amused. There was more booze at his apartment, and it was too late at night to pick any up on the way ... but Kane’s interest had shifted now from getting drunk to getting laid. He knocked back the rest of the whiskey that was in his glass and picked up the beer for a few swallows to chase it down. Five more minutes, tops, and they could be on their way. “Is Juniper too public for you?” he asked, cocking a brow at her.
Arching one brow, Brianna smirked softly as she watched him chase down his whiskey with the beer. She was glad she had come in earlier to finish her own drinks. She felt nicely warm and not as cautious about Juniper as she might have been an hour ago. Juniper had a very small staff and at this time of night, the front desk was probably manned by the girl whose nose was always in her phone. "At this time of night, Juniper is fine. Are you willing to drive?" Brianna would rather her car be seen outside of the Porch than the parking lot at Juniper. No one was going to question her getting a drink this late at night. They would definitely question what she was doing at Juniper when her home was mere minutes away.
“Always,” Kane answered with a chuckle. He knew he could easily save the trip, park the SUV somewhere dark so they could fuck in the backseat, or they could even dip into one of the Porch’s restrooms for a quickie ... but he thought Red’s return deserved better than that. A comfortable bed, somewhere to get fully naked, the freedom to get as loud as they wanted, a shower for afterward. Kane knew he had plenty of frustration to take out on her, if she was game for it. Perhaps she had some of her own. He wanted to get sweaty. If she was sticking around town, there would be plenty of time for dirty quickies. Kane tipped his beer bottle up again to drain the rest of it, then set it down and cleared his throat. “You got a tab, or all paid up?” he asked.
The promise of being able to let go and let loose with someone completely removed from her life was as appealing now as it had been months before. More so now because she had so much going on internally that she didn't feel comfortable talking to anyone about, save for Miriam. She couldn't talk to this guy about it either, but she could certainly work out some of her aggression on him. Lose herself in some anonymous, mindless pleasure. Her lips quirked at the idea of having a tab at the Porch, of all places. "I'm all paid up," she told him, pushing back her chair to stand and pick up her purse. "Let's get out of here."
She didn’t have to tell Kane twice. He stood up and headed toward the door with the woman, vaguely amused at what it probably looked like to the other patrons -- the quickest bar pickup in history. He wondered if anybody had tried to approach her before he’d arrived and gotten shot down. Kane sort of hoped so in an alpha-male way. Let them see him walk out with the hottest woman in the building, after a ten minute conversation. It was a short walk to the car, and Kane opened the passenger side door for her before circling around to get in behind the wheel. His SUV was spotless as always, something he didn’t really think about other people noticing, but something in him wanted her to notice. Once they were ready, he pulled out of the parking spot and headed toward Juniper.
Brianna couldn't let herself care what anyone else thought, if anyone else was even watching. If she lingered too long over the fact that there were people in the bar who knew her, especially behind the bar, then she might start to have doubts and back out of this. And frankly, she really, really didn't want to. This was her life and she hadn't spent the last four months in a fog-hell dimension to come home and be worried about some losers hanging around the Porch and gossiping about her.
Settled in his SUV, Brianna did notice it was clean, which she appreciated, and she was even more grateful that Juniper wasn't terribly far. Having to drive out to the motel near Cherries before had been a pain, though... worth it. Already her fingers itched to reach out and touch him. Stroke him through his jeans or bite his earlobe... but she kept her hands to herself for the time being, letting the anticipation build inside of her.
"So you decided to stick around for a while," Brianna said instead, keeping her gaze focused on her window. "Are you enjoying the town?"
Kane chuckled low in his throat at that particular question. He fished around in his center console until he found a roll of mints and thumbed one loose to pop into his mouth. He’d been smoking and drinking and he probably tasted like garbage. It was starting to sink in that someone was actually going to taste him for the first time in months. He could have gotten laid if he’d really been looking for it, he supposed, but Kane hadn’t really felt the urge. He’d been healing and thinking too much about Adrian Moretti in those woods, and what he and Bailey were getting into ... Kane didn’t get sappy about fuckbuddies, but it seemed relevant that just spotting Red after all this time had fired up those instincts again. Maybe he needed to get some better balance in his life. “I’ve clocked a lotta years in this town, not sure I’ve enjoyed any of ‘em, honestly,” he answered. “But yeah, I still have business here.” Kane glanced over at her briefly. “Did you enjoy being gone?”
That was the first implication she had that he had lived here before and Brianna looked over at him, trying to recall if she had ever seen his face before. Even years ago, when he was younger. But there was no recognition and maybe she was a little thankful for that. He obviously didn't know her either, unless he had been lying to her face this entire time. Brianna wasn't sure she wanted to know either way. His question distracted her from the study of his face and Brianna couldn't help but laugh. "No, not at all," she said, opting for honesty since he had no idea who she was or where she had been. "I would have much rather been here." And while she didn't think he would ask anymore questions, Brianna didn't want to take the chance that he might be tempted... maybe because she would be tempted to answer them. So she shifted in her seat a bit and reached out to brush her thumb along his earlobe before she leaned over to press her lips to the spot just behind his ear.
He didn’t know her, even though he suspected they were around the same age. Maybe Kane had known of her in high school, but they definitely hadn’t run in the same crowds, and a lot of those memories were buried deep and fuzzy for him anyway. He’d been stoned a lot in high school, then very eager to put it and everything Point Pleasant behind him. Unlike his fixation on the man-not-man he was tracking, he hadn’t even tried to remember Red, and he was fine with that arrangement. Best that she not remember him either. Her answer surprised him a bit and he glanced over, but Kane was willing to just take her word for it. Especially when she started distracting him. Her soft skin against a sensitive part of him, followed by lips, sent a rush of warm tingles down his body. Gods, it had been a while since anybody had touched him, hadn’t it? Kane wet his lips and took one hand off the wheel to rest it on Red’s thigh, his thumb rubbing slowly.
Brianna wasn't trying to remember anything but how he made her feel before everything in her life went to shit. She did know that he was in her work phone as "K". Or had been before her work phone had been shut off under the impression she was probably gone for good. That was something to be remedied later. Right now Brianna was focused on the way his skin felt against her mouth, how she could feel the pulse quicken beneath her lips as she kissed her way down his neck. She took her time, nipping at him with her teeth before flicking her tongue over soft impressions left behind in his flesh. He was driving so she didn't want to bite too hard or hurt him enough to cause him to crash the damn car, but he smelled good and his hand felt good on her thigh and Brianna just wanted to close the doors in her mind that let any rational thought in. For the next couple of hours, she just wanted to be a woman who wanted a man and that was all.
The sharp little bites felt incredibly good to Kane, like bright flashes in his body, and it didn’t take too long before he was fully hard in his jeans. That would be potentially embarrassing once it was time to walk into Juniper to get a room booked, but it felt damn good at the moment. His libido didn’t often take a nose-dive like it had for the past few months, but Kane could definitely feel it waking back up. He had a steady hand on the wheel and a high pain tolerance, so they weren’t in any danger unless Red bit him hard enough to draw blood. He didn’t think that was her thing, but if it was ... well, it ought to wait until they had a room. His breath hissed in every now and then as she nibbled on him, his hand tightening on her leg before it slid a bit further up. Her body was warm and inviting already, and just thinking about plunging his cock into her made it throb sweetly. He wanted to toy with her more, but his range was limited at the moment, and it was honestly kind of nice to get pure attention for a bit.
Brianna had no intention of drawing blood. At least not purposely. She was mindful of how hard she bit him, just wanting to tease right now than to get into anything too crazy while they were still driving. She loved listening to the way he breathed in, how he moved his head just enough to give her better access to his skin. The way his hand felt on her leg when she knew he was probably eager to touch her intimately. Speaking of which... Brianna slipped her hand over his thigh, dipping her fingers down near his crotch to feel how hard he was in his jeans. That was what she wanted to feel and if they weren't as close to Juniper as they were now, Brianna might have considered unzipping his jeans to get a taste of him there in the car. For now, she simply rested her hand against the bulge, squeezing and massaging gently while she continued nuzzling at his neck. "That didn't take long," she murmured, smiling against his throat before she pressed a kiss against his jaw.
He’d more or less expected her to grope him, but the touch itself still sent pleasant feelings through Kane’s entire body. Her breath against his skin gave him a tiny shiver, and he felt goosebumps lift up on his arms under his shirt. He wanted to strip already and feel her hands and mouth all over him, and do the same to her. Kane may not have remembered her from decades ago, but he recalled with crystal clarity how gorgeous her skin was, how quickly it went from porcelain pale to flushed pink. He wondered in a vague way if she still had the husband, if Kane could safely cover her with marks. He wanted to really feel her, and to make sure she felt him. “You got a knack for it, what can I say,” he murmured back, shifting his hips a bit against the touches. Juniper was close, and he was already dying to be in a room alone with her.
Brianna hummed with amusement in her throat before trailing her manicured nails across his crotch. She wanted to kiss his mouth but she knew she would have to wait until they were in the room and alone. It was tempting to continue to touch and kiss him now, but she wanted to tease and make him crazy for more, so Brianna pulled back until she was settled comfortably in her seat again. Her own body was feeling warm and flushed with fresh arousal. A room in Juniper meant a decent shower. One big enough that she could probably coax him into joining her with the promise of washing his back. No questionable sheets and towels that would actually dry her body instead of leaving it slightly damp. If they planned on doing this again after tonight, Brianna wondered if they would just take turns paying for a room at Juniper. It was a hell of a lot more expensive than that motel out by Cherries.
Kane let out an unhappy little grumble when she sat back and took her hands and mouth away, but he knew that was the reaction she probably wanted. He could be patient for another handful of minutes. He left his hand on her thigh until he was pulling in to park. Once the SUV was stopped, Kane unbuckled himself and turned toward the woman in his passenger seat. With a murmured “c’mere,” he slipped his hand to the back of her neck, under all that beautiful red hair, and pulled her forward into a kiss. It was hungry and deep almost immediately, and he didn’t give a fuck if there was anybody in the parking lot to spot them. There was a pretty good tint on his SUV’s windows anyway. Kane’s hand slipped down to cup and lightly squeeze one of her breasts -- she’d gotten to cop a feel first, it was only fair, right?
There was no protest when he pulled her to him and Brianna was more than ready for it. Her hand came up to grip his shoulder as her tongue slid against his, tasting him in the way she had been craving since he walked into the bar. Her hand quickly moved from his shoulder to cup his jaw and cheek before her fingers slid back into his short hair. Her blood was pumping hot now and the heat between her legs was beginning to ache. She and James had been intimate since she found her way home but Brianna had still felt closed off, like she didn't want to convey who she had been before the Other Place. Right now she felt like she could drop those walls and just be whoever she wanted to be. A soft sound of need formed in her throat and Brianna pulled back long enough to murmur, "Let's go inside." As much as she would have liked to just crawl into his lap right there in the parking lot, the law enforcement in this town had very little to do lately and she could only imagine the scandal if one of them happened upon her fucking someone who was very much not her husband in Juniper's parking lot.
Kane licked his lips when she pulled back, his own heart beating harder and faster in his chest. This woman did have a knack for turning him on something fierce, he hadn’t been joking about that. “I’m gonna fuck the shit out of you, my god,” he muttered with a little groan. Kane leaned back and dipped his fingers into the front of his jeans to adjust his aching cock into a less-obvious place, then reached for the door handle. He paused to look back at her. “You want to sit tight for a few minutes while I get a room, or comin’ in with me?” he asked. He wasn’t sure how ‘together’ she wanted to look; Juniper was a very different place than the Porch, after all.
The taste of him lingered on her lips and Brianna licked them, pleased and amused that he'd had to adjust himself before getting out of the car. His words sent a fresh wave of heat directly between her legs and she wondered if they would have enough patience to get completely naked before fucking. She hoped so, because damn, she wanted to run her hands all over his body. His question gave her pause and Brianna looked up at the building for a moment before shaking her head. "I'll go in with you. If the young woman working behind the desk is the one I remember, she'll barely give you a once over let alone notice me." Brianna pushed open the door and slipped out, her heart tripping in her chest. It had been so long since she felt this kind of anticipation and good god, she wanted to revel in it for as long as she could.
His body might be feeling the urgency of a long dry spell, but Kane intended to take his time once they got up there. Or, if they just went wild on each other, he would make sure to give her multiple rounds. He didn’t want to leave this overpriced building until they were both thoroughly spent, and he hoped Red had enough time left in her free evening to make that happen. Kane climbed out of the SUV and locked it up, then headed for the door. He held it open for the woman and managed not to grab her ass as she walked in, which he thought was a sign of great restraint. She was right about the girl behind the counter, it was like they were hardly there as she took Kane’s credit card and ran it through. Soon enough they were headed up the stairs with their key cards in hand. “Damn I dunno if she even saw our faces,” he muttered. “This is obviously the place to do crime.”
Brianna hovered behind Kane as he got them a room, keeping her back turned and pretending to observe the lobby, despite the fact that she had been there several times over the years for various meetings or events. When they were finally heading upstairs, Brianna resisted glancing back at the young woman. She doubted they were being watched but Brianna didn't want to take any chances. "She has clearly perfected the art of going through the motions," Brianna murmured, amused. When they got to their room, Brianna stepped inside and set her purse on the nearest surface before slipping her arms around him to pull him close. There were shoes to take off, clothes to discard, but she wanted to kiss him again first. Brianna loved the way his lips felt on hers, how there was no tentativeness, no hesitation. He was a man who knew how to use his mouth and Brianna was going to take advantage of that as much as she could tonight before she had to go home.
Kane had time to slip the door key into his jeans pocket, then Red was there and pressed against him, and he wrapped his thick arms around her and gave her exactly what she wanted. He couldn’t really say he’d missed her, because he had no idea who she truly was, but he had definitely missed this, and it probably showed in the hungry way he kissed her. His big hands smoothed down the curve of her back to grip her ass and pull her tighter against him. His erection had waned a bit through the annoying process of dealing with the front desk girl, but his cock was quick to fill out again with Red’s mouth on his. She tasted like the alcohol she’d drank and sex to him, and he couldn’t wait to get his mouth on other parts of her too. Kane slipped his hands lower to the backs of her thighs and picked her up without breaking the kiss, shuffling toward the bed when he felt her legs lock around him. He wanted to get her on the bed so he could strip her clothes off himself.
A happy little thrill soared through Brianna when he picked her up. She definitely had a thing for strong men, especially ones who could lift her like she weighed nothing. Heat throbbed between her legs, every stroke of his tongue stoking the fire higher and hotter. While she wasn't quite sure what it meant that he was living here in Point Pleasant, Brianna couldn't help but be pleased by it. She would have to be more careful, but it was difficult to imagine not wanting to do this again. After everything she had gone through in the past few months, didn't she deserve to keep something for herself? The bed was infinitely more comfortable than it had been at the motel and for a brief second, it amused her to think having sex at the Juniper meant they were more on her turf than his. Once she was on her back, Brianna reached for his shirt to start tugging it up. She remembered his tattoos, the scars... the magic she felt radiating off of them. She found herself desperate to see and feel him all over again.
He had braced one knee on the edge of the bed as he set her down, and Kane let go of her when she started pulling at his clothes, reaching to his back collar to pull his shirt over his head and off. Kane was proud of his body, roughed-up as it was, and he always loved to feel a woman’s touch on his bare skin. He didn’t want to be the only one stripping though, and Kane reached for Brianna’s clothes next, unzipping her light jacket and pulling her up into a sitting position so he could get it off, his head dipping down again to kiss her. He knew from experience that she didn’t mind being pushed and pulled around during sex, and it felt unspeakably good to feel her move under his hands, to affect someone else’s body in a way that didn’t have violent intentions. As his tongue delved into her mouth again, Kane started to peel her shirt up her body, fingers brushing her bare skin where he could. Fuck, she was soft. It made him want to rub his dick all over her, but it was still trapped for the moment, pushing hard against his jeans.
Her fingers itched to touch him, to run her hands over his chest and trace the scars she knew were hidden in those tattoos. She had barely gotten her hands on him when he pulled her up to get her jacket off. Moaning into his mouth, she helped him as quickly as she could and reluctantly moved back from the kiss to get her shirt up and over her head. Next time she would wear something with buttons so her damn clothes wouldn't get in the damn way. Brianna had no idea where her shirt landed and she didn't really care. Her hands came up to cup his face again, pulling him back for another hard kiss. They still had their jeans to get rid of and she would get to that, but goddamn he was a good kisser. Sometimes kissing James felt perfunctory, especially after so many years of marriage, and Brianna often forgot what it felt like to be kissed with a heated passion that left her brainless. It was almost as addicting as the sex itself.
Considering Kane’s life and looks and well, everything about him, it was probably surprising how much he liked to kiss lovers, but he did and always had. It somehow seemed so much harder to fake passion of the mouth than the rest of the body. Plus there was just something so primally hot about it, practically eating each other. Kane kissed her back with intensity, his palms smoothing down over Red’s chest and sides before he reached around to unhook her bra. As soon as he could get his hands on her bare breasts, he did, grunting softly into the kiss as he squeezed and groped her. Gods, he’d missed touching a woman. Why hadn’t he been getting laid again? The reasons felt fuzzy at the moment. Kane broke the kiss again to straighten up, one boot still planted on the floor, and he gazed down at her with hazy eyes as he started to undo his belt and jeans. “Did you miss this cock while you were gone, baby?” he murmured low.
His hands felt amazing on her breasts, calloused and strong. She certainly wouldn't be upset if he left marks on her even if she knew, rationally, that that would be a bad idea. Frankly, Brianna was too aroused right now to care. Her gaze drifted down to where he was tugging apart his belt and she licked her lower lip before her hands fell to the button of her own jeans to get them open. If she wasn't so hot for him at that moment, Brianna might have laughed again, simply because she had missed everything while she'd been gone. But he didn't know that, didn't need to know that, and yes, she had certainly missed fucking, which included him. "Take those off and let me show you how much I missed it," Brianna said before ignoring her jeans to help him get his unzipped.
Kane didn’t really need the help, but he was never opposed to letting a beautiful woman undress him. He took his knee off the bed to stand up fully, then helped push his jeans and the boxer briefs beneath them down to his thighs. He still needed to get his boots off to get fully naked, but Kane didn’t want to take the time to do it yet, too eager to let Red get her hands on his cock. It was hard as a rock, flushed as it bobbed a bit with his movements, aching for attention. He jerked off on the regular, but that was like eating some crackers when you really wanted a steak. Red was a juicy, pink-in-the-middle prime rib, and Kane was more than ready to dig into her. He brushed his fingers through the side of her hair and licked his lips.
Once his cock was exposed Brianna wasted no time in curling her fingers around his length. He was hard but his skin was so hot and silky. Brianna massaged her thumb along the underside of his length before she drew him between her lips. She had been so worked up in the car that she hadn't really thought she'd have the patience for foreplay, but now that she had his cock in front of her, it was difficult to resist the temptation to taste him. So she did, taking him deeper into her mouth and sucking, moaning at the feel of him. Oddly enough, it made her feel grounded, connected back to this world in a way she had been struggling with lately. If her mouth hadn't been full at that moment, she might have laughed at herself. Who knew sucking a man's cock would be the thing that made her feel alive and human again, even if it was only temporary.
That was exactly what Kane had wanted her to do, and the sensation was almost a relief, like finally getting to piss after a long hold, but better. Kane let out a deep unsteady breath as the woman got into sucking him, his fingers delving back into her hair. She’d been the last person to have his cock in their mouth, which was probably super pathetic, but Kane had been in a slump himself, and so far it was feeling really good to crawl out of it. “Fuck, that’s good,” he breathed, almost to himself, the words drawn out slow. He forced his eyes to open again so he could look down at her and the way his cock slid between her lips. She was just as good at that as he’d remembered, and Kane found himself more glad she was back in town than he was totally comfortable with for just being fuckbuddies. He couldn’t help but rock his hips a tiny bit, the instinct to thrust was difficult to ignore.
Brianna didn't mind the movement as long as he didn't try to choke her with it. The fact that he couldn't keep still was in fact flattering. It was arousing and thrilling to know she was sucking him well enough to drive him a little crazy and Brianna moaned in her throat again, holding the base of his cock with her slim fingers as she worked him with her mouth. Opening her eyes, she peered up at him and swirled her tongue around the tip of his cock, tasting the pre-cum that had formed there. She certainly didn't mind giving him a visual. Men loved that and honestly, it made Brianna feel sexy to do it. She wasn't a wife or a mother at that moment. She was just a woman, pleasing a man and loving it.
She was certainly spot on about the pleasing visuals, and Kane felt more heat coil up in his stomach as he watched Red make a show of what she was doing. He drew in a slow breath through his teeth and leaned a bit so he could reach one of her breasts to knead it and toy with her nipple. It might have just been for show -- and he didn’t think it was -- but she looked like she was enjoying sucking his cock, and that turned Kane on even more. Their whole dynamic was about getting what they wanted out of each other, and she wasn’t under any obligation to do anything she didn’t want to, he was sure she knew that. “Goddamn,” he murmured, his hand coming up to brush over her neck and jaw and cheek again. “Nobody’s sucked my cock like this since I saw you last.” Kane didn’t quite want to say that he hadn’t been with anybody at all, so she wouldn’t get the wrong idea, but he thought she might like to hear she was the best at it.
Brianna was well aware that he could just be flattering her because his dick was in her mouth, but Brianna didn't care if he was lying or not. She still liked to hear it, mostly because she loved the sound of his voice during sex. It was rough with arousal and made the ache between her legs intensify. One thing he would probably find out, or already knew, was that Brianna never did anything she didn't really want to do and that included oral sex. She hadn't done it much for past lovers but with this guy, it was appealing and that was all that mattered to her. "Careful or my ego will become insufferable," Brianna murmured, gripping his cock lightly before she slid her tongue along the underside.
It would’ve made Kane smug as hell to know he was getting special treatment -- he already wondered if she sucked her husband’s cock very often, or if it was a filthy thing she reserved for lovers. He wondered what kind of putz she was married to, if he was some old rich guy or ugly or weak, or maybe they just didn’t like each other anymore. Not that he really cared what her motivation was, he was just going to enjoy the fact that she wanted to fuck a stranger, and he’d been in the right place at the right time twice now. “Naw baby, you deserve that ego,” he murmured back, watching her avidly. “Fucking hot as hell.” Kane let her toy with him for another moment or two, until the pressure in his balls got too restless, then stepped back and took hold of her upper arms to get her onto her feet and pulled against his bare chest. He kissed her roughly, his hands moving to her waist to start pushing her pants down.
She barely had time to catch her breath when his mouth was on hers again. Brianna let him deal with her pants, enjoying the freedom to run her hands over his chest and down to his abdomen. The magic she continually picked up from him in the past was still there, just beneath the surface of his tattoos. In a way she wondered if it was the magic that she was attracted to, even though she couldn't figure out what it was. Right now it didn't matter. All that mattered was the way his skin felt hot beneath her palms, his muscles tense. Brianna tore her mouth from his and ducked her face to kiss his neck, licking and nipping at his skin until she had to get her pants all the way down so she could kick them out of the way. There was honestly nothing like the feeling of bare skin upon bare skin and Brianna wanted to revel in that sensation for as long as she could.
While they were in that awkward transition phase of getting rid of the last of their clothes, Kane impatiently got his boots and socks off, then stripped his jeans and boxer briefs all the way. Their clothes ended up in a pile together off to one side, and Kane didn’t hesitate to pull Red back into his arms to kiss her some more. There was a full body relief in being naked, which paired very nicely with feeling a gorgeous woman pressed flush against him. His cock twitched where it was caught between them, relishing the softness of her skin while Kane’s hands explored her further, hips and ass and thighs. Fuck, he had needed this and he hadn’t even known it, what was wrong with his head lately? It had been a long time since he’d had ... what, four months’ worth of dry spell? Kane internally blamed Adrian Moretti, and he had the fresh pink scar on his thigh to prove it. But whatever, he was here now and so was she and he was already aching to push inside of her.
She always loved it when a man touched her body like that. Done the right way, it made her feel beautiful, like her body was meant to be worshipped. And his hands were strong and calloused, hands of a man who probably used them for violence as much as he did for pleasure. Brianna knew she was making assumptions, but when two people chose to remain as anonymous as possible, assumptions were bound to happen. Moaning into his mouth, Brianna ran her hands down his chest, her thumbs grazing over his nipples until she stepped back and out of the way of the bed. "Lay down," she demanded breathlessly. Brianna wanted him on the bed, his cock hard and ready just for her. She had been feeling a bit out of control of her own life since returning home from Over There and right now it felt like she could rein some of it back in again. This man wasn't going to question her and what she wanted and that was what she needed right now.
She was right about more than she knew -- Kane was more accustomed to causing violence with his hands than giving pleasure, that was for sure. And he wasn’t about to second-guess anything she asked of him tonight. If Red wanted him on the bed, that’s where he would be. Kane climbed onto the mattress and settled on his back, neck and shoulders propped up on the pillows. He was unable to resist reaching down to give his cock a stroke or two, his eyes still on her. He figured she wanted to ride him, and he was more than okay with that. He loved to be active and even forceful sometimes during sex, but there was something to be said for being able to just lie back and let someone else do all the work.
Brianna did want to ride him. Being on top always felt incredible to Brianna and frankly, she got off on the amount of control it gave her. Yes, she also liked being handled and dominated too but it was all about balance. Brianna crawled onto the bed and began to run her hands up his thighs, feeling a rather impatient surge to just crawl onto his lap and take him inside of her. She wanted to fuck his brains out and make sure they were both spent and sweaty by the time they were finished. Her fingers brushed over the slightly welted scar and while Brianna was no doctor, she knew a freshly healed wound when she saw one. Arching her brow, she looked up at him, still brushing her thumb along the length of it. "Trouble?" she murmured, not really expecting an honest answer to that. Or an answer of any kind, to be honest, but she was curious.
The skin around the wound was still weird and sensitive and Kane’s body twitched a tiny bit as her fingers brushed against it. It wasn’t painful, it just felt strange and kind of electric. He made himself relax again, tucking one hand up under his head. His lips twitched at the question and he just gave her a hum in the affirmative. ‘Trouble’ was one way to put it. He’d been looking for trouble and he’d found a whole fuckton of it. That night still confounded him, the way he’d been so out of control of himself, so reckless and stupid. Maybe he’d deserved to bleed to death on the asphalt. But if people got what they deserved, Kane probably would’ve been dead a dozen times over by now. Right now he only cared about what he wanted, and what he wanted was the woman in front of him. He reached for her to pull her in closer. He didn’t want to talk, he wanted to fuck.
That was enough of an answer for Brianna and she smirked softly before allowing him to move her away from the scar and over his body. Straddling his lap, Brianna leaned down to kiss him deep, her tongue delving into his mouth. She rocked against his cock, wanting him to feel just how wet she was for him. It would have been lovely to tease him for a bit, but impatience simmered inside of her and Brianna was fairly certain she would go mad herself if she didn't get him inside of her soon. So Brianna straightened over him, reaching down to curl her fingers around his length, stroking once before she guided him inside of her. A moan escaped her at the feel of that delicious stretch of her body. She didn't stop until he was buried deep and Brianna took a moment to enjoy every second of those first, incredible sensations.
That was more like it. Kane returned the kiss with enthusiasm and a low groan in the back of his throat. Red’s slick pussy felt incredibly good rubbing against his aching dick, and if she hadn’t moved to get him inside of her soon, he would’ve been taking initiative. His eyes cracked open again to look up at her as she settled her weight back down around him, hands moving restlessly up her thighs and hips. “Fuck,” he breathed low and long. His hips flexed under her a bit to push in as deep as he could get, and Kane let out an unsteady breath. She was tight and burning hot around his cock, the grip already sending pulses of pleasure down into his balls. He could tell already it was going to be a challenge for his control. He should’ve been jerking off more these past few months. This was so much better, of course, but he wanted to make it worth her while.
Brianna wanted him to make it worth her while too and considering their past encounters together, she wasn't doubting his stamina at the moment. Smoothing her hands over his abdomen and chest, Brianna began to move, settling into a firm but slow pace. It was just as good as she had remembered it, which was quite a relief in all honesty. Having felt so off since she returned home, Brianna wasn't entirely sure if she still wanted and enjoyed everything she had before. But this, this she definitely wanted and her body was absolutely enjoying it. Closing her eyes, Brianna let her head fall back against her neck, soft pants and moans slipping past her lips. It was easy enough to lose herself in this. No thinking. Nothing but the sensation of a hot, solid body beneath hers, giving her as much pleasure as she demanded.
She was a visual feast, and Kane had no qualms about staring at her while she moved over him. She felt just as good as he remembered, her hips as nimble and powerful, and he already felt absolutely spoiled being underneath her. The speed she set was good, not fast enough to send him spiraling out of control, but those hard deep thrusts felt so fucking good. Red sounded like it felt damn good to her too, and the part of Kane that enjoyed pleasing a partner fed off of that. He groaned now and then himself, his eyes rolling briefly closed as that pleasure-pressure built in his balls. This was excellent timing, the universe was throwing him a bone, something small to feel good about, and he really hoped she wasn’t going to disappear again after this. Kane’s hands slid upward to cup Red’s breasts, caressing and gently squeezing while he brushed his thumbs over her pale nipples.
Unless this town had other plans, Brianna had no intention of disappearing again. Sometimes she wondered if this was all a dream, or perhaps simply in her head. Maybe she had gone insane Over There and she had buried herself in her mind. It was too distressing a thought to really give much attention to, so she didn't. But it was always there, nagging at the back of her mind. Brianna decided that she didn't really care right now, because this felt real and that was all she needed. His body moving beneath hers, his cock sliding into her body with every movement of her hips. This was real. His hands on her skin sent fresh waves of arousal through her and Brianna curled her fingers around his wrists to hold them to her breasts. Panting softly, she slowed her pace, grinding down against him, wanting to feel him as deep as she could. Every instinct she had was begging her to fuck his brains out, but Brianna was desperate to make this last as long as she could.
Kane was more than happy to continue groping her if that’s what she wanted, and his touches at her breasts got a little less gentle. The way the soft flesh shifted and moved against his palms was delightful, and he loved rubbing his fingers against the tight little buds of her nipples. Kane didn’t think much about defining his sexuality, he’d fucked all kinds of people in his life, but there was something special about it being a gorgeous, confident woman. His body was getting restless, wanting to change their position so it could be more active, fuck her harder, faster, make her scream. She clearly wanted to be on top though, so Kane didn’t go that far. He sat up most of the way instead, one hand moving back to support him while he caught one of those perfect nipples with his lips, moaning softly against her skin while he sucked and rocked up into her grinding hips.
The slight shift in angle only made things better and Brianna slid her hands through his short hair, gripping the strands tight as his mouth closed around her nipple. "Oh, fuck," she breathed, unable to resist the urge to move faster now. Harder. She needed more intensity, to just let her body take control. It was easy to do and Brianna pressed her knees into the mattress, using it as leverage to start thrusting her hips with abandon, pushing herself closer to the edge. Yanking his head back, her mouth found his, nipping at his lower lip before kissing him. They were both breathing hard, so it was difficult to linger, but she didn't move away, even when she needed oxygen. The words were there on the tip of her tongue, like she needed to warn him that she was coming, but Brianna was helpless to do anything but surrender to it. The pleasure blossomed in her gut and then soared through every inch of her body, stealing her breath and the strained sob that had begun to form in her throat. She had expected it to take longer, but apparently, she needed this kind of release more than she thought.
As much as he wanted to move and be the one thrusting, it felt pretty good to Kane to be used, to let her take what she needed from his body. The pleasure was hot and insistent as the woman fucked herself on his cock, causing all the muscles in his lower half to tense with the effort of it all. Red’s orgasm took Kane by surprise a bit too, but he rode it out with her, a bit relieved that she hadn’t pushed him too close to the edge in the process. He grumbled some words of encouragement as he stroked his hands over her back and sides, his head dipping in to kiss and bite at her neck while she throbbed around his cock. Red had never left him hanging before, so he wasn’t worried that she would want to stop now, but it was still hard to be patient and not push her on her back so he could fuck the hell out of her.
She was grateful that he gave her a few moments to catch her breath and Brianna moaned in approval at the feel of his lips and teeth against her neck. Her pussy continued to throb around him as the aftershocks prompted another shiver or two. It was like a rejuvenation of some sort. She had been back for a while now, had fallen back into her routine at work, and as a mother and a wife. But gods, she had needed to just throw that all away for a little while, to feel something carnal, just like this. Despite her orgasm starting to fade, she definitely didn't want to stop. Even if she didn't get there again, she still wanted to push him over the edge, to feel him tense over and inside of her. Having him still buried inside of her still felt so fucking good and Brianna released his hair to slide her hands down over his shoulders. Then she began to move her hips again, lifting them just until he was about to slip out of her before she sunk back down his length. "How does that feel?" Brianna murmured against his mouth, unable to keep her hands from wandering over his body, eager to feel every inch she could reach.
Whatever her reasons for being there, Kane was glad she was. He’d needed this more than he’d realized too -- he’d spent too long holed up in Bailey’s apartment, trying to heal, then isolated on his own. He’d been disappointed when Red had ghosted him, she’d been such a fun lay, but he hadn’t really sought out anybody else to replace her, and maybe he should have. Now she was back though, and her pussy was still soaked and tight around him, and now it was his turn to take what he wanted from her. Her hands felt good against his skin, sliding over hard muscle and tattoos and scars that had never really been treated kindly. It all made Kane greedy for more, and he already hated that she would have to go home eventually, that they couldn’t just stay here and take naps in between fucking each others’ brains out. Maybe someday he could steal her for a longer stretch of hours. “Feels like magic,” he whispered back before delving his tongue into her mouth again for a moment. “So fucking good.” Kane wrapped one arm tightly around her body to hold her to him as he started to move, getting his knees under him so he could switch their position and put her on her back.
The words were likely innocent but Brianna wondered, for just a brief moment before he began to move her, if he sensed what she was the way she could feel the magic radiating from his tattoos. But that train of thought was overwhelmed and replaced by a fresh wave of pleasure as soon as she was on her back and his cock pushed deep into her again with the position change. Still breathing heavily, Brianna looked up at him, her hands unable to keep themselves from exploring his body, fingertips pressing into his hot skin. There was a thrill, knowing she could still have this if she wanted it. He hadn't asked her any real questions about where she had gone, or why. That wasn't their thing. This was. And he still wanted her. Brianna was well aware that she was a willing woman and that was likely the only requisite here, but it still did massive things for her ego.
Kane’s standards might not have been sky high for sexual partners in general, but he knew a damn good one when he found them, and if he’d been keeping a list, Red would’ve been near the top. She was probably just a bored house-mom with too much money and time on her hands and a husband she didn’t entirely get along with, but she knew how to fuck, and that was enough for Kane. He didn’t need her life story, he just needed her to enjoy herself and come back for more. Kane planted his elbows into the mattress at her sides, his hands slipping under the back of her neck and head as his big body covered hers. He kissed her hungrily again as he rocked against her, driving his cock in deep and hard and slow for a couple of minutes, just enjoying how wet and eager she still felt. He pulled away to breathe as he built up into a quicker rhythm, low sounds escaping him as the pleasure got more intense.
Brianna might have laughed if she knew his assumptions of her life. But then, he probably would have done the same if he could delve into her own mind. Not that it mattered. They didn't even know each other's names, although it was during times like these that she wished she could call him something, just to have a name to scream when she was coming. Brianna drew her knees up his sides, moaning against his mouth and pressing her manicured nails into the small of his back. It didn't matter that she'd already had her orgasm, it still felt so good and Brianna closed her eyes, her lips parting with every heavy breath as she moved beneath him, wanting to keep up with his quickening pace. "Fuck," she moaned, arching beneath him. Even if she didn't come again, she was for damn sure going to enjoy every moment left of this.
He loved the way she clung to him with her legs, but hiked them up high so he got that deliciously deep penetration. So many women just laid there like dead fish, but Red kept moving with him, her body gripping his cock tight, and Kane felt that sweet pressure quickly building up in his balls. He slowed down once or twice to stave it off, claiming her mouth again in rough, breathless kisses, but eventually he couldn’t hold back anymore. On another night he might have tried to get Red to climax again, but it had been way too long since Kane had fucked anyone, and it felt too damn good. Next time, maybe. He pushed his thick torso up, bracing himself on his hands for better leverage, and fucked Red harder and faster. She’d always been able to take it hard, and he loved that about her too. Sometimes a man just needed to fuck, and gods knew Kane needed that release. Hips pistoning and his jaw clenched, he pounded her until he tipped over the edge, grunting loud and deep in his chest as he thrust deep and hard and let go inside of her.
Brianna certainly didn't mind the faster, harder pace. In fact, she loved it, how she could feel the muscles in his back bunch and strain with the movement of his body. The force of his thrusts caused her to cry out and she might have managed some words of encouragement and pleasure if she had been able to form a coherent thought. Panting, Brianna clung to him until he finished and a low, satisfied moan escaped her. Her entire body was singing and she smiled, feeling breathless and sated for the first time in a while. Aware that she was still gripping his back, Brianna loosened her hold on him and kept her eyes closed as she focused on trying to get her breath back.
Her noises just spurred him on and made the pleasure pulsing through Kane’s body feel even better. It didn’t feel like she came again, but at least he knew it felt good while he was getting his. And damn did it feel special to be able to just empty his balls into her, no latex in the way or pulling out, like it satisfied a deep instinct in him. Kane knew it was stupid, she could turn up at any time claiming to be pregnant, demanding money and shit from him ... but the risk felt more than worth it in the moment. As his body unclenched and started to come down, Kane let himself back down onto his elbows, stealing a couple of breathless kisses from her. He rocked his hips just a bit more for those last little shivers of friction, not in a hurry to get off of her yet. “Fuck, I needed that,” he murmured. “M’glad you’re back.”
Pregnancy was the last thing Brianna was worried about, as she made damn sure she wouldn't be having any more kids after Phee was born. It was generally everything else one could pick up from sleeping with a stranger that occasionally nagged in the back of her mind when the two of them were fucking. Brianna was well aware that she ought to be more careful but throwing caution to the wind had become rather addicting. "I'm glad I'm back too," Brianna said, running her hands slowly down his back. She nipped lightly at his lower lip. "I've got a new number, if you want it."
The way she touched him was nice, soothing. Female hands often seemed so small and delicate to him, but they were soft and felt good, on the rare occasions a woman touched him gently. It made Kane want to ask her to curl up with him and rub his back until he fell asleep, but that was way too intimate and vulnerable for a fuckbuddy. Even having the thought made him want to pull back in all ways. He couldn’t even have that shit in his head, it was dangerous. “Fuck yeah I do,” Kane murmured. He kissed Red once more, then pushed his bulk up and off of her, rolling to the side onto his back with a little groan. He was ready for a cigarette now. He hoped the window in their room wasn’t painted shut, he didn’t want to go back downstairs and outside.
When he rolled away from her, Brianna lifted her hands over her head and stretched like a satisfied cat. She would need to shower before she went home and she was already thankful that she wouldn't have to search the bathroom for roaches first as she had in the motel. With her blood cooling now, Brianna had to resist the urge to slip under the blankets. Instead, she rolled in towards him and slipped her arm over his abdomen, resting her head against his shoulder. His skin was still hot from the sex, which felt nice. She didn't feel like talking, and she doubted he did either, which was equally as nice. Brianna was well aware that she would have to leave soon but she still wasn't that tired, so she supposed she was less in a hurry now than she should have been.
The woman derailed his plans for a smoke by cuddling up to him. Something strange clenched inside Kane’s chest, a resistance to intimacy that made him want to push her away for a second. But she wasn’t giving him moony eyes or lovey-kissing on him or even talking, so he told himself to settle down. They were just two human beings, holding onto each other after some fantastic sex. They didn’t even know each other’s names. Kane closed his eyes and lifted his hand on the side she was laying on to idly brush fingers over the silky hair on Red’s temple while the light sweat on his body dried and cooled. It was kind of nice to lie there without any expectations, just to feel the soft curves and steady breathing of a woman against his body. He was tempted for a moment to confess to her, like he had to the weird girl he’d given a ride to, tell her what kind of man she was fucking ... but that would probably be a disaster, so he swallowed it down and kept his mouth shut.
Mooney eyes wasn't even something Brianna did with James... at least not since the early stages of their relationship. It was just nice sometimes to bask in the afterglow instead of slipping right out of bed to get dressed and leave. His fingers in her hair was soothing and while she wasn't sleepy, Brianna closed her eyes to enjoy it. The pad of her thumb stroked against his skin and Brianna was once again, very aware of the magic she had sensed in his tattoos. It was so damn tempting to ask about them, but that would be revealing more about herself than she wanted to, so she resisted. It didn't feel dangerous to her and if she knew he wouldn't ask questions, Brianna might have asked James about them. They had to be protection of some kind, since she didn't get any ominous or bad vibes from them. "You should give me a name," Brianna murmured finally, lifting her face just enough to peer up at him. "Not your real one... just... something I can call you. A name to put in my phone."
Kane’s dark lashes parted slightly as he looked down at her and considered that. He’d given her a letter before -- K, which was definitely not the most manly letter in the alphabet, but an honest one -- but a full name probably carried more weight. Made him more real. He had a couple of aliases he tended to use when he wanted to toss out a fake name, but that wasn’t what slipped out of his mouth. “Owen,” he said. Maybe it was risky to give her his real last name to call him by, but it was a little more personal than something fake, and he doubted she would be trying to look him up anyway. Anonymity was their deal. Besides, there wasn’t much out there about him to find. “I call you ‘Red’ in my phone ... and my head. That aight with you?” If it wasn’t, she could give him an alternative, but he had a feeling she wouldn’t mind the vague nickname.
"Owen," Brianna repeated. She could remember that. If James saw her phone, it would be less suspicious than just an initial. There was absolutely no desire within her to try and look him up or find out more about him. They both seemed to be on the same page about this arrangement and Brianna knew that if her curiosities got the better of her, it might be time to end it. Hearing that he called her 'Red', Brianna couldn't help the smile that spread across her lips. "Red. I suppose I should have already guessed that. And yes, it's all right with me. I like it." Resting her head back on his shoulder, Brianna tried to work up the energy to get moving but everything was floaty and comfortable.