“What are you doing here?” she asked, when she opened the door.
“That doesn’t sound like happiness to see me,” Brody said, pushing past her into the room. Bryce stood in the doorway, smiling sheepishly as he shrugged his shoulders. Missy rolled her eyes and gestured for him to follow his lunatic of a brother in.
“I’m happy, just confused,” Missy said, buying herself some time. Everything would be fine if Scott came out of the bathroom dressed.
“We were in the neighborhood,” said Brody, looking down her hall.
“Liar.” Crossing her arms, she said, “I have company, Brody.”
“Yeah?” he asked, crossing his arms mimicking her. “Where is he?”
“He’s in the bathroom.” Biting her lip, Missy tried to decide if she should tell him about what had happened. If she didn’t tell him and he by chance found out some other way, he was going to be really pissed off. “I have to talk to you about something.”
“What?” he scowled.
“Don’t mind me, folks,” Bryce made himself comfortable on her couch. “Just pretend that I’m not here. I know I’m trying to.”
They both turned and frowned at him. “Not now or anything, but later okay?”
“I don’t think so,” he scowled.
“Look Scott is here and something kinda happened,” Missy hedged, not quite meeting his eyes. This was going to be bad. So very, very bad, she thought with a groan. “But let me get rid of him and we can talk about it in the bedroom.”
“Why do you have to get rid of him first?” Brody demanded, his eyes hardening as his body tensed.
“Hey Missy, do you see where I put my…” Scott said, coming out of her bathroom, dressed in jeans and nothing else. He was holding his shirt in one hand, and his pants were partially undone.
“Oh shit!” Bryce said, jumping up.
“What the fuck is this?” Brody yelled. Moving forward towards Scott, Brody uncrossed his arms, brought them to his sides and curled his clenched hands into fists.
Missy frantically moved in front of Brody, stopping him from getting to Scott. “Brody, calm down,” she said, throwing herself against him.
“Fuck that!” he said, moving her out of the way. Missy grabbed him from behind, pulling on him, and let out a loud screech as she was picked up by Bryce and held away from Scott.
“Bryce, let me go.”
“I will, sugar.” Bryce said, pulling her closer to him. “Just as soon as he beats the piss out of your friend.”
“Hey man, it’s not what you think,” Scott denied, holding his hands up in front of him. “Nothing happened.”
“Sure, I believe you,” Brody pushed him back against the wall and shoved his knee into his groin. “And I’m going to make sure that nothing ever happens again.”
“Brody, stop it this instant,” Missy screamed. Pulling her arm back, she elbowed Bryce in the stomach with all her might. Surprised, Bryce released her as he grabbed his stomach. Seizing the moment, Missy pushed away from him as she charged Brody, jumping on his back. Brody let out a big “Ouuuff”, as she pulled back on him, forcing him to release Scott, who slumped on the floor in relief.
“Stop it, you big idiot.” Yanking on his neck, she hung on for dear life.
Brody stepped away from Scott, and wrapped his hands around her arms, trying to free his neck. “Bryce, come and get her off of me.”
Bryce stood up, still holding his stomach, and pulled on Missy, who had her legs and her arms wrapped around Brody. Scott, seeing his chance for escape, stood up and raced past the wrestling trio and into the hall. The slamming of the door was like water thrown on a screeching cat. Everyone froze. The apartment was as silent as a grave, except for the sound of the heavy breathing rasping out of their chests.
“Get off of me,” Brody demanded, giving Missy’s arms one final tug.
Missy slid off his back and fell into the arms of Bryce, who was rubbing his stomach softly.
Turning to his brother, Brody fumed, “I thought I told you to take care of her. Now look what you did. You let that prick get away.”
“Look what I did,” Bryce shouted back, stunned. “What about what you did? You’re supposed to be a bad-ass special-ops everybody-kung-fu-fighting-motherfucker, yet you couldn’t get one small girl off your back.”
“I didn’t see you doing a good job of it either.”
“I didn’t enlist in the Marines, fucker. I got high and hung out on the corner.”
“I could tell by the way you fight.”
Missy couldn’t believe her ears. They had gone from trying to fight Scott to fighting each other. They were crazy. “Heckle! Jeckle!” she yelled, drawing both of their eyes to her. “Will you two shut up?”
Pushing past Bryce, Missy forced her way out of the hall and dropped down on the couch, close to tears. Scott was never going to talk to her again. Kayla either, once she got wind that Scott hadn’t filled out the survey.
“Oh no,” Brody warned, pissed off. “You don’t get to cry. You didn’t just walk in on some half-dressed woman coming out of my bathroom.”
“Nothing happened, Brody.”
“That’s not what it looked like to me.”
“That’s because you’re a stubborn jackass who doesn’t listen to anyone.”
“She’s got you there, bro’. You do have several jackass-like qualities.”
“Shut up, Bryce,” Brody threw over his shoulder. “Do you really expect me to believe that nothing happened between you and the half-ass-naked man?”
“Yes!” she shouted.
“Now which one of us is being a jackass?”
“Look, Scott and I weren’t doing anything.”
“Then why was he coming out of your bathroom half-naked?”
“There’s a perfectly good explanation for that.”
“I’m waiting.”
“Give me a minute,” Missy said, thinking of the best way to explain the situation. “It’s a really long story.”
“I’ve got time.”
“Fine,” she muttered, running her hands through her hair. “It’s complicated. And long. Very, very long.”
“Then fucking Cliff Note it for me,” shouted Brody, pacing in front of her.
“Kayla, the girl from the store who I was talking with that night you came in.” She continued when Brody nodded his head. “Well, she needed a few test subjects for a sex toy she’s making and I introduced Scott to her. I knew that he needed some extra money for books and stuff, and she had said that she would pay per study, so I talked to Scott and…”
“I thought this was the fucking Cliff Notes,” he spewed.
“Fine,” Missy shouted. Taking a big breath, she said as quickly as possible. “I’ve been helping Scott with the research, and tonight he came over to work on it.”
“Helping him how?” Brody asked quietly.
“Well it’s a sex toy…”
“You fucked that pencil neck.”
“No,” she gasped. “I’ve never, ever had sex with him.”
“Then what did you mean?”
“I mean I was helping he fill out the survey and stuff. But today he came over and asked if he could do the research here.”
“What kind of research?” Brody’s eyes narrowed.
“Well he had to use the anal stimulator on himself and…”
“You mean he fucked himself in the ass?” Bryce questioned amusedly.
“Shut up, Bryce,” Missy yelled.
“Let me get this straight. Your boy Scott fucked himself with this anal thing while you what, took notes?”
“Of course not. I was supposed to wait until he was done and then we were going to do the survey.”
“But…”
“But he kind of kissed me.”
“What the fuck?” Brody yelled. “You let that son of a bitch kiss you?”
“I didn’t say I let him.”
“So than he forced himself on you?”
“No,” Missy deni
ed. She didn’t want Brody to get the wrong idea. “Scott didn’t do anything wrong, not force wrong anyway. He just hit on me, that’s it.”
“I wonder why he thought he could?”
Missy didn’t like the tone of his voice. Standing up she faced him with her hands on her hips. “What is that supposed to mean?”
“You tell him it’s okay for him to come over here and fuck himself in your room and you wonder how he got the wrong idea.”
Gasping, Missy couldn’t believe her ears. “So wait a minute, now it’s my fault?”
“Did you really think he was just coming over her to play with a toy?”
“Yes.”
“You are so fucking naïve.”
“Maybe you’re so fucking cynical.”
“Cynical! Cynical!”
Bryce stood up and tried to intervene. “Maybe if the two of you…”
“Shut up, Bryce.” Missy and Brody both turned and yelled at him.
“I’m not going to take too many more ‘shut up, Bryces’ from you two,” Bryce said angrily.
Ignoring him, Missy and Brody turned back to each other. Brody’s nostrils were flared, and Missy could tell that he was having a hard time keeping what little was left of his temper under wraps. Missy, on the other hand, was about two seconds from kicking him and his trouble-making brother out of her apartment.
“You are being completely unreasonable,” Missy said through clenched teeth. “If you would calm down you would see that…”
“Calm.” Brody let out a rough chuckle. “I am calm.”
“You could have fooled me.”
“Missy, answer me this.” Walking in front of her, he ran his hands down her hair that was flowing free, and asked, “Did you wear your hair down for him? Did you let him stroke your hair? Fondle your breasts? Tongue that sweet pussy that belongs to me?”
“Nothing on me belongs to you,” she thundered out, pissed off now beyond all belief.
“That’s where you’re wrong, Princess,” he dragging her close to him. “And if we’re going to be doing any sharing of my property, then I’ll be the one who decides who gets to taste you.”
“Whoa,” said Bryce, backing up.
Looking up in Brody’s eyes, Missy said loudly and clearly, “There will be no sharing. No sharing, Brody.”
“I don’t know Missy,” he moved his hands down her back and cupped her ass. “You seemed to like the idea at the store.”
Pushing herself out of his arms, Missy stepped away from him, eyeing him and Bryce warily. “That was in the store, this is in my living room. This is not going to happen.”
“And the difference is…” Brody said, moving towards her.
“The difference is, that was a fantasy and this is reality.” Tilting her head to the side, she asked. “Do you really want to share me, Brody? Do you want to see some other man touching me?”
“Hell, no,” he swore, as he took her mouth wiht his. Missy was too angry to respond, but not angry enough to pound his head in with her cast iron frying pan. Pushing out of his arms, she breathed heavily as she tried to catch her breath. Brody was pissed off and aroused, if the bulge in his pants was any indication.
Bryce, who had been watching them like a ping-pong match, had made his way closer to the front door. “I think this is where I take my leave,” he said to the couple, who weren’t paying him any attention. “Remember, violence begets violence,” he added, and hurried out the door when they both turned and glared at him.
“You are being a dick, and tomorrow you’re going to feel like an ass for behaving this way,” Missy said, her frustration level rising like the hard on held back behind his jeans.
“Are there any other body organs you’d like to call me, before I start?” he walked towards her, forcing her backwards.
“Start what?” Her voice cracked under his stare.
“This,” he replied, seconds before he dropped his mouth down on hers.
Running his hands all over her body, Brody ate at her mouth like a starving man. Pushing her back on the couch, Bryce dropped between her legs, and began to strip off her pants.
“Brody, let’s talk about this,” she said, trying to pull him back up.
“We’ll talk later,” he said, his voice thick with tension and need. “I have to get inside of you. Now.”
“Turn off the light,” she whispered, pulling her shirt above her head.
“Hell, no.”
“Brody,” Missy groaned, pulling her shirt over her front, shielding her body from his eyes.
“Goddamn it, Missy,” he pulled away from her, fuming. His frustration radiated off him like steam from a steam bath. “Don’t do this.”
“Just the main light,” she asked, looking at him hopefully.
“No.”
“We can leave the light on in the hall,” Missy offered weakly. She could tell by the
look in his eyes that that wasn’t going to fly either. “No,” he grounded out, groaning loud with his frustration. “I want to see you.” “You can see me with that light on.” “No, I want to see all of you. I want to be able to count every freckle, every mole…” “Every stretch mark,” she countered. “I don’t care about that shit.” “I do,” Missy said, her nerves bunched up in her stomach. Brody moved away from
her, and stood with his back to her. Missy sighed and slipped her shirt back on. She had been right, she thought, standing up. This night completely sucked big, hairy balls.
Chapter 10
Angry and frustrated, Brody still didn’t understand this phobia Missy had about her body. He might have issues with possessiveness, but her issues with her body were going to drive him insane. He didn’t know how many times he could fuck in the dark before he would become bitter with her for holding herself back.
And that was what it felt like to him. Like she was holding back a piece of herself from him. A very important piece that he needed. It wasn’t only that he wanted to see her, he needed to.
Brody felt Missy come stand behind him and his body tensed automatically. He was already holding on by a thin thread, and if she touched him, he didn’t know what he would do.
“Don’t,” he said softly, before she could touch him. He tried to steel his heart against her.
“What, now you’re going to try to get mad at me?” she huffed. Missy walked around him until she was face-to-face with him and said angrily, “This all started because you came over here starting shit with Scott.”
“And if I would have waited for an invitation, would you have left the lights on?”
“Damn it Brody, you’re not being fair.”
“And you are?”
“Why can’t you just let this go?”
“Because I won’t let you put a limit on us.” Brody saw the hurt in her eyes, and hated that he had been the one to put it there, but he was certain that she wouldn’t cave and he knew that he couldn’t.
“It’s just this one thing.”
“It will always be this one thing, Missy.” His voice rose in anger, and Brody had to stop and count to ten to calm himself down. “Can you honestly tell me that a month from now, a year from now, you’ll be more comfortable with being naked in front of me?”
“Maybe,” she cried, her frustration level matching his. “But you’re refusing to give me time to get used to this, to get used to us. It’s only been a week. Less than that, if you count from the time we started fucking, then it’s only been a day. I need time to shift, and settle with this.”
“Give me a timetable Missy,” he demanded. She was making him feel unreasonable, and Brody thought that was insane. Was it unreasonable to want to see your woman, all of your woman, without straining your eyesight? “Let me know when you’ll be comfortable with me being with you.”
“I thought you said we’d go slow.”
“And I thought you said I could have complete control?”
“You said the same thing.”
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“Fuck that, it’s my turn,” she shouted, getting up in his face. “Remember me sucking your cock in the kitchen, well that was your turn, and now this is mine.”
Brody’s cock instantly hardened as soon as she mentioned this morning. Missy wasn’t one to talk dirty, and the sound of the word cock coming out of her mouth, mixed with the visual of this morning, had him hard and aching in seconds. And the thought of his passive Princess trying to be in charge had his cock throbbing even more.
Missy was so not the dominant, he thought with an inner smile. Brody thought she might have bitten off more than she could chew in an effort to hide from him a little longer. It was funny and arousing all at the same time. Brody never was one to give up control, hell he didn’t know if he could do it if he had to, but if Missy thought she could handle it, he would love to see her try. He’d give into her this once, but by God, it would be the last time.
“You want to be in charge, baby?” he asked huskily, his eyes narrowing with desire. Missy’s checks flushed and for once he knew it wasn’t from embarrassment. She was as turned on as he was, more so if that was possible.
“Yes,” she said, shoving her finger in his chest. “My turn, damn it. I say the lights go off.”
“What else do you want?”
“You in the bedroom, now.” Turning on her heels, Missy stormed out of the room, leaving an amused and aroused Brody to trail behind.
Following Missy, Brody shut the door and leaned against it as he watched her close the blinds. Her lips were pressed tightly together and Brody could tell that she was still angry at him for pushing her. Walking across the room, she dimmed the light next to him, flooding the room in shadowy light.
“Come with me,” she said, walking to the bed.
Brody smiled and sauntered across the room, sitting down on the bed where she gestured. Sitting down made him even with her breasts, a view that he would gladly look at any night of the week.
“What do you want me to do?” he asked. Brody’s palms itched to be filled with her full bosom, to bury his head in them and love them until she screamed.
Missy frowned, as if trying to figure out what she wanted. “Take my shirt off,” she finally said.
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