The Love Between Us

Inappropriate thoughts

I sit on my bed waiting for Ian to get home. When Tristan dropped me off I spotted half the stairway was done for me. He said it will only take him 3 days to complete which is good for me.

Lifting my leg again I whimper. My whole entire body is sore from the constant workout I keep doing. I'm determined to get my body back in shape as soon as possible. It's hard to change my clothes so I'm wearing a black pair of matching underwear.

Now I may be flirty, but I don't plan to let Ian see me like this. I have decency. As much as I would like to tease him with my body I can only do so much. He isn't mine! He could never be mine if he loved his brother as much as I think he does.

Him touching me would go against the bro code times 10. Touching his brother's fiancee who he only fucked recently in her mind. I do want to be touched, but what guy would want me right now. I can't even do anything for myself.

I don't have a job, I can't remember the last year of my life. There is a big ass scar on my face that makes me look ugly. How would anyone love me. Connor couldn't even keep it in his pants for me.

The only person I have is my dildo. At least my dildo can please me. I reach into my dresser for my dildo. "Hey, baby. You wanna be inside me tonight? Momma's lonely right now.

I set my dildo on the side of me and lift each one of my legs up on the bed. I put them into a comfortable place. I need to be able to cum without any discomfort.

My dildo vibrates throughout the room as I turn it on. Slowly sliding it down my body I stick it into my panties. Without a second thought, it plunges into me and I let out a loud moan.

"Ah." I moan as I think about the last time Connor was inside me. Riding me hard to my edge. Unfortunately, it turns me off. I then think about Ian once again. His thick cock only inches away from my face. I get wetter as the dildo slides in and out faster.

Footsteps sound in the hallway. Once again I see Ian lustfully looking at me. I bite my lip and make it unnoticeable that I'm looking at him. That would only make things uncomfortable.

Ian, Ian. Moaning in my head I think about him opening that door and pouncing on me. Sticking his dick so deep inside me that I almost pass out from pleasure.

Moaning as I cum on the bed Ian walks away with a blush on his face. I rest my head on the pillow as I catch my breath.

2 WEEKS LATER

I sit at the table with a bright smile as Ian cooks. It's been two weeks since I've moved here. Two weeks since I've awakened from my coma. Ian has been there for me every day never complaining.

I admire that same muscular back as I always have. I never realize the bird tattoo on his back. I wonder when he got it. I want to get to know Ian more. I feel like he knows so much about me, yet I know nothing about him.

He's a great cook because of his mother. That's all I know. Where was he born? How old is he? How close are Connor and him?

He spins on his heel and places my food down onto my plate. "Bon apatite." he smiles that contagious smile.

"I take a piece of the pancake stick he made and put it into my mouth. The taste never fail to amaze me. My mouth waters and I roll my eyes back. "Mhh." I moan.

When I open my eyes his are glued to my lips. His pupils dialed and dark. "So I realized I don't know anything about you Ian," I say resting my hands on the table.

"Hmm really?" he places his plate on the table and sits with me.

"Yeah. Like how old you are for starters?" I ask.