brenton's girl

twenty nine

I wasn't sure what time it was when I woke up, perhaps only twelve o'clock in the morning, but I couldn't sleep. Brenton was still passed out beside me from being drunk last night, his soft snores were proof of that.

He was sleeping on his side (I had to move to the left side on the bed so that he'd hug up to me, tricking him onto his side) just in case he puked. I'd much rather get puked on then Brenton to choke.

His mouth was slightly opened, soft sounds passing his lips. His chest was nude and his muscled arm was draped on my waist. When I snuck from the bed he stirred slightly, but stayed asleep none the less. Our suite had a kitchen inside of the living space, everything separated into rooms.

I turned on a lamp and grabbed a tin of Ben and Jerey's ice cream from the freezer. My favorite flavor was vanilla with real vanilla beans. It was soft and sweet. I sat on the table, crossing my legs indian style and took small bites.

Brian let me join wayside. I was happy but extremely nervous. I had only a slither of an idea of what wayside did. They were ruthless and I could hardly imagine myself there, but for the sake of Brenton and my relationship, i'd do what I had to do.

Brenton would be pissed all over again. He might not even remember me telling him since he was drunk. I want him to but I don't need him angry. Neither one of those things are good for me.  I heard footsteps in the hallway, a door shutting and another one opening. This repeated three times before the kitchen door opened.

"I was looking for you." He said softly. He walked to me and gave me a look. I knew he remembered but he wasn't going to say anything. "What're you doing up? Why are you eating ice cream at two in the morning? You have rules, Leah."

I loved this. The dominance, the rules. I knew he didn't like me to eat sweets past a certain time. I rarely broke that rule. "I couldn't sleep." I said. Brenton reached for the tub of ice cream and took it from my hands, he went to pull away but I quickly wrapped my legs around his waist, grabbing the ice cream. "That's mine."

He didn't say anything, he just looked down at me with his look and I smiled. I lifted my spoon up to his lips and softly dripped the ice cream on them, he smirked and licked the sweetness. I allowed some to drip onto his chin and to his chest.

"Oops." I pressed my hands against his shoulders and pushed him back some. "I'll get that." I started by kissing his lips softly, I made sure that he had the ideas in his head before I licked a trail from the ice cream on his chin to his jaw.

"Leah." I looked up and smiled.

"Yes brenton?" I didn't wait for Brenton to respond, I stood off the table and turned Brenton so that he was leaning against it. I grabbed the spoon that was cold and wet from the vanilla ice cream and traced it over his chest, dripping wetness here and there. Brenton watched me, his chest rising and falling, his abs flexing when the coldness reached them.

His breath caught in his throat and a small moan left his lips as I traced the bump of the silver over his nipple and peck. Then as he writhed under me, dripping sweetness. I dipped my head and began licking.

I dipped my tongue into the v of his torso, to his abs, and then his chest. I was pleased by how quick his breaths were, with the groans and the hisses that left his parted lips. When I licked over his hardened nipple he groaned and tossed his head back. "Enough miss Jackson."

I pulled away. "Yes sir." He straightened up and grabbed a handful of my hair, he pulled my face to his and kissed my lips roughly.

"Bedroom." I nodded and when he saw I wasn't moving he wrapped his hands around my thighs, and lifted me up his firm body. I wrapped my legs around his waist and my fingers In his hair before pressing my lips against his.

Ashton's Pov-

I don't know what the fuck I was thinking asking Vivian to marry me. Im not marriage material. At all. Im 24, what the hell am I doing marrying someone. And why the hell did Vivian say yes? She's 21. We have out whole lives ahead of us.

But, as she's sitting on my lap, tracing a tattoo on my chest, I don't really, necessarily regret it. I cant explain what it is about her that draws me in. She's absolutely everything ive ever wanted in a woman and yet I cant stand her. She makes me vulnerable and makes me care.

"Ashy?" And that name. That soft voice. Those puppy eyes. She's fuckable and breakable. Im not sure which one I want.

"Yes, Vi?" My voice came out breathy and I rolled my eyes. She smiled and kissed my lips softly.

"What's this tattoo?" I looked at where she was pointing on my chest and felt my cheeks heat up. I meant to get in where it would blend in with the rest of my tattoos. How the fuck did she even spot it?

The tattoo was simple and it looked like a bunch of lines but really it was a word in Hebrew. I made sure the artist blended it in with the surrounding tattoos, but somehow she spotted it.

"What's it mean?" She asked tracing it with the tip of her finger, I shivered and grabbed her wrist, stopping her movements.

"It's Hebrew."

"I didn't ask what language it was, I asked what it meant." She began getting an attitude, that much was clear. She scooted back an inch or two on my lap and rolled her eyes. She raised her eyebrows at me, waiting for an answer. "Or be an ass and not-"

I reached up and gripped her throat in my hand, I pulled her towards me and watched as she shrunk down against me. I felt her swallow against my hand. I leaned forward slowly and bit her lip, then her jaw, she whimpered and gripped my hair tightly, pulling me back. Then, she kissed me.

"It spells Trust." I told her. I let go of her throat and cupped her cheek in my hand. Like always, she leant into my touch. "I got it a month ago." She knew what the word symbolized between us. She knew that it was more for me to trust her than for me to love her. And I knew that she'd rather me to trust her than to love her. I guess we're just twisted like that.

I DIDNT KNOW HOW TO END THIS CHAPTER, TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK ?! THE WHOLE TIME I WAS WRITING THIS I WAS TALKING TO AN AMAZING HUMAN BEING NAMED ALYSSA ! SHES AWSOMESAUCE AND GREAT COMPANY !

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