Bullet In A Bonfire

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sweetbratt

Taryn:

Before things got crazy I had planned on sleeping in today. Enjoy this Sunday doing absolutely nothing then get back to the grind of writing. That didn't happen. At 3:47a.m. I woke up to a sound that made me think my crazy neighbor decided to start logging his back field near my property line. Turns out it was Brantley sawing logs.

When I came back from the bathroom he had sprawled across the whole damn bed. He's hard enough to move when he's awake. Let alone dead weight. Just as I started to move he reached up and grabbed me. Needless to say he scared the ever living shit out of me. He found it hilarious..... Until I slapped him. Didn't do it on purpose. It was a reflex. He didn't seem to buy that and in a split second I found myself pinned underneath him. Which in all honesty I was enjoying. Until he got that devilish smirk and started tickling me. I squirmed and twisted out of instinct. I even started to try and buck my hips to throw him off balance and maybe get away. But what I felt when I moved my hips left me shocked and silently praying he didn't hear me whimper. He was hard. And I don't mean slight morning wood. I'd caught sight of that during our tour a few years ago. This was different. This had intention. I just don't know if we have the same ones. Not gonna lie. I've had it bad for him since he saved my ass a few years back. But I'm not his type and i wasn't about to get burned. So I settled as having him for a friend. One that I called at all hours. One that I fell a sleep on the couch with. And now it looks like, the one that I've given an erection. This is about to get awkward.