brenton's girl

eight

Ever since the kiss, Brenton was back to his playful self, except now playful means roughly teasing.

"Don't make me beat your ass." Brenton hissed grabbing my jaw in his hand.

"Brentonnnn." I whined and pulled him down so that he was on top of me. "Gimme a kiss."

"I have to get ready." He said. "I have a football game."

"Noooo." Brenton grabbed my throat in his hand and added pressure, he bit his lip looking down at me.

"Hmm, you look so good with my hand wrapped around your throat." He said. I licked my lips and slowly wrapped my legs around his waist.

"Do you want to stay?" I slowly lifted my hips so that he knew what I was getting at.

"Very, very temping baby, but I have to go to the game today. Scouts will be there." Brenton leaned forward and kissed my lips roughly before getting off my bed.

•

I walked into my room where Brenton was sleeping after his game. Of course wayside won.

I looked at Brenton laying on my bed and smiled. He looked so innocent when he was asleep.

I grabbed a pair of lingerie and got in the shower. I got out and dried off, throwing my hair in a messy bun.

I got dressed in the pink and purple lingerie and walked in my room. Brenton was still sleeping.

I climbed into the bed and laid down, I felt his arm wrap around my waist, pulling me to his chest.

I smiled and rolled over, facing him. "Baby," I whispered. "Do you want a massage?"

"Mhm." He mumbled and smiled. I climbed on his back, resting my hands on his shoulders, squeezing. "That feels good, Leah."

A smile found its way to my face at the small praise. I leaned over to peck his lips. He nipped at my bottom lip, capturing it between his teeth.

"Thank you, princess." I took that as my que to stop. I was going to get up, but he rolled over, with me on him.

"How was the game?" I asked tracing a scar on his chest.

"It was good, Wayside won against Greenland." I nodded and smiled, apparently he forgot I already knew this. "I accidentally broke someone's ankle though."

"What? How?" I looked at his body, making sure I didn't see anything wrong with it.

"I had to tackle him and ended up landing on his leg."

"Are you okay?" I felt selfish asking if he was okay when he wasn't the one with a broken ankle, but I didn't want anything bad to happen to Brenton.

"Yes baby, I'm okay." I leaned down, pressing a small kiss to his lips. I looked down at his tattooed chest and traced the one that said Taylor. Who gets their last name tattooed on them?

"What're you thinking?" Brenton asked me. I looked into his eyes and smiled. "What is it?"

"What happened here?" I asked tracing a long scar that ran across his rib cage.

"I was climbing through a broken window and taught cut up by the glass." He clenched his fist and showed it to me, he used his other thumb to trace small white scars on his knuckles.

"What're those from?" I asked taking his hand in mine, tracing the little white kisses.

"Same thing." He chuckled at the memory. "I thought I was badass - being fifteen in a gang and all - and wanted to prove i was, so I punched the window to get in."