Shotgun Pretty

Lost Inhibitions

Quick note before you read this.....it is a little graphic and sexual in nature so please do not read if you do not like that kind of stuff! With that....enjoy! :)

The rain was coming down pretty hard. It was a calming sound as I laid there in my own bed, watching a movie. That was my favorite thing to do on days like these. However, I didn't have much of an option of doing much else with my crippled self. I had been home for about five days now, and all I did was sit here watching Netflix and eat. I was going to gain fifteen pounds by the end of this whole ordeal. I snuggled a little further down under my teal colored comforter and continued to watch P.S. I Love You. This movie got me every time. Just as I got comfortable my phone dinged on my night table beside my bed.

Of course. Every time I get settled in I either have to use the bathroom, forgot to turn off the light, or my phone goes off. I Pushed myself up with my palms, sitting fully upright. I reached over to the left side of my bed and picked up my phone.

'Need anything?'  It was Brantley. He had been fairly busy the past couple of days recording some new music out of town with the guys and getting ready to go on tour towards the end of the year. He was finally back from his long trip and all I wanted to do was see him. Well okay, he had only left two days ago, but that seemed long after spending nearly every day with him.

'Just you...'

'You got it darlin', soon enough.'

I just smiled to myself without replying. He had told me he would be over later tonight. Momma and daddy were visiting family in the next town over and I was bored all alone. Lauren told me she couldn't stop by because she had a date, using her fingers as quotations. She never told me who though. Who knows with her. She was always off with some guy doing something.

I sunk back down in bed as I yawned. The pain medication I had been taking was making me drowsy. I decided that a nap before Brantley got here would do.

I felt a light tapping on my shoulder and almost jumped out of my skin.

"Woah, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you, it's just me darlin'." Brantley laughed as I placed my hands on my chest to catch my breath.

"You nearly killed me from a heart attack!" I shrieked.

"I'm sorry." He chuckled, "If it makes you feel any better, you are just as beautiful when you are peacefully sleeping as you are any other time. Even if you were snoring a bit."

"I do not snore!" I protested, feeling a flush creep up my cheeks.

"Oh, but you do....now move over." Brantley scooted me over to the other side of my queen sized bed as he hopped in under the covers with me. "What are we watching?"

"P.S. I Love You."

"Another chick flick? C'mon girl, what are you doing to me." He scrunched his nose, trying to grab the remote away from me.

"Absolutely not. You made fun of me for snoring, which I was not doing. You owe me." I threw the remote beside me on the wood floor.

Brantley stared at me with those gorgeous green eyes of his. I was about to lean in for a kiss when he started to tickle me lightly. I began to laugh hysterically, being a very ticklish person.

"Stop! Stop!" I yelled in between my laughter. He started to laugh himself as he continued.

"Brantley Gilbert stop it!'

"Say the magic word...." He teased.

"Meanie?" I stuck my tongue out, trying to get him back.

"Not quite what I meant." He pouted, pulling away.

"Oh, you baby. I was just kidding." I reached over to hug him to say sorry for calling him a meanie, but he was two steps ahead of me, nearly on top of me as he grabbed my face and kissed me. At first it was funny and cute little pecks. It slowly turned into a heated passionate kiss. Brantley lifted himself up and placed himself gently on top of me, careful not to put too much pressure on my leg or ribs. I placed my arms around his neck bringing him closer, reassuring him that it was okay. I was reciprocating the kiss just as passionately as he was. I felt his hand start to roam underneath my grey sweater. The cool metal of his rings sending shivers all over. Brantley stopped and looked at me.

"You okay?" He asked, concerned.

"Your rings are cold." I wiggled underneath him. A goofy grin crept onto his face as he shook his head. He leaned back down, continuing his kisses down my jawline and neck. The sensation of his warm breath and soft lips caught me off guard, producing a slight moan to escape my puffy reddened lips. Brantley smiled against my skin, taking that as his cue to continue. He made his way up to my my left ear, nibbling a little on the lobe before he stopped.

"You are so beautiful...." He whispered, his husky southern voice driving me wild. He traveled back up to my lips, instantly deepening the kiss. We made out like this for a few more minutes before he started to pull away. I gave him my sad puppy dog face.

"What's that for?" Brantley chuckled, looking at me.

"I was enjoying that...." I pouted.

"I was too," He replied, "But if I didn't stop myself there I was gonna keep going...." He trailed off. I got the hint of where this was going. I don't know what came over me but all my inhibitions were thrown on the floor, along with that television remote because the words came rolling out of my mouth before I could stop myself.

"Then keep going."

Brantley stared intently at me, not knowing if I was serious or not. I stared back, making sure he knew I wasn't joking. After a few moments, Brantley was back to kissing me. He bit my lower lip asking for permission to enter. I gladly obliged, feeling his tongue explore my mouth. He placed his hands on my hips, pulling me even closer. I could feel the energy from his body wanting mine. I pulled away for a second, pulling my sweater over my head slowly. He looked down at me laying there in my black lace bra. He leaned down and peppered my chest with tiny soft kisses. I ran my hand over his head, taking off his black baseball cap and tossing it towards the end of the bed. He did the same with his camo tee shirt and we were both laying there with nothing on but our jeans and undergarments. I felt Brantley's rough hands make their way down towards the waistband of my pants. A million thoughts were going through my mind, including stopping him. But I didn't. He gently unbuttoned my pants, sliding them off, doing the same with his. I could feel him against me as we continued to kiss each other, grabbing on like we would never see one another again. I wanted him so badly in that moment.

"Brantley, please...." I sighed, looking up in to his eyes as he looked intently down at me.

"Are you sure?" He asked one last time. It was endearing. It showed he cared. I simply nodded. He pulled off his boxers and my underwear. He then unclasped my bra with no problem. I placed my arms around him, grabbing on to his muscular back. He placed a kiss on my lips as he entered and stayed there for a minute before moving his hips slightly. I winced a little in pain, between my leg and sore ribs, plus having been awhile since being with a guy it was all a little too much at once. Brantley stopped and looked at me. I shook my head, signaling him not to stop. And he didn't.