Obey

Chapter 9: Envy ❤️

Saturday evening...

As he rounded the bend from the unfinished basement, Brandon hit something. "Shit. I forgot you were here. You're loads quieter than the idiot." The man, still dripping from his shower, caught a closed-eyed Harley by her blanket draped upper arms.

"Ow." The greaser dressed in a Victorian nightie dropped her ornate pillow and winced. "Ugh, if you don't want to meet the wrong end of my boot,"—she rubbed her purpling forehead—"you're going to start being nicer to my sister. I see how you treat he- Eek!" Harley squawked, her overprotective speech dying on her lips when she opened her eyes to Brandon's masterfully carved upper body.

"Like what you see?" The bare-chested studmuffin puffed up, a small smirk playing at his lips while his limp tresses did their best imitation of a mophead. With the Guardian's cocky voice breaking her from her daze, Harley came back to herself just in time to feel her sides being squeezed. "Well, do you?" Masculine hands continued to graze full-figured hips as feminine thighs rubbed together. Brandon flexed his fingers when Harley chewed her bottom lip much in the way of her sister.

"Do you?" The dame flipped the question as she got on her tiptoes and craned her neck, looked Brandon in the eyes challengingly. After a few seconds of silence, she continued, "Most of my life I've been surrounded by males, and I've got to say, you're one of the interesting few who've shown me such restraint."

"Maybe I'm just not interested in you," he boasted.

"And maybe," the attractive, blown pupils woman emphasized the word as she stepped closer and said with conviction, "that's a crock of shit."

"Hmph." Brandon smothered a snort.

"Tell me, what if I do?"

"Hm?"

The woman pressed her spry and supple body against lean muscles and hard planes. Her hands wandered over Brandon's cloth shrouded hips and tickled his Adonis belt as she neared his distinctive happy trail. "If I do like what I see, what're you going to do about it?" she whispered beside his ear before licking it.

As he suppressed a shiver, Brandon saw Harley reach to card his disorderly hair and ducked out of range. "Acts," he finally answered her and tightened his grip.

"Like what?"

Silence.

"Well? I'm waiting." The temptation cocked her head to the side.

More silence.

"You might want to hurry; I'm not going to stand here forever." Harley raked a row of titillating scratches down Brandon's chest. "Sharing is caring." She peaked at him through her lashes. "Acts?"

The man's Adam's apple bobbed at his husky admission, "Acts that would surely break you."

Harley smirked as she put on her best seductive voice and massaged the man's inner thighs, "Try me. I assure you, I'm not a blushing virgin."

Upended, the Guardian visibly shivered until girly guffaws splintered the bewitching atmosphere and the beguiling creature was pushed away.

"Pfft. My lord! You really bought that?! You should see your face." As she wiped away tears, Harley swore she heard Brandon growl.

Upon hearing the tell-tale click of the man's door, Tina came out of hiding, and dear God did she now wish she'd stayed in her room. Having watched a majority of the sexy exchange, the girl no longer wondered what had distracted her sister from retrieving an adapter from the basement.

Shuffling across the floor as noiselessly as she could, the younger Franklin whispered and pulled her keeled over sibling to the home's lower, concrete level.