Taking Chances by Molly McAdams

I
caught a glimpse of the girl one more time, and couldn't help but laugh at her
expression. Game over bitch. I win.
    “Tease.”
Brandon whispered in my ear, “But you are adorable when you're jealous.”
    “Well I wasn't
going to let her keep touching you. That's my job.”
    He grinned and
pressed two loud kisses to my cheek before locking his door and setting me on
the ground. He threw a pair of boxers at me and I held them up confused.
    “Unless you
want to fight your way to Chase's room, that's all I have for you.”
    “Oh.” When he
turned toward his dresser again, I switched my jeans for them quickly. They
were so big I had to roll them up a few times, but I loved the fact that I was
going to sleep in his clothes. “Um, do you have a shirt too?”
    He unbuttoned his
shirt and sauntered over to me with a mischievous grin on his face. Slipping
his fingers under my chin, he titled my head up and nearly kissed me senseless.
I felt his other hand trail down my side to the bottom of my shirt, and then
his warms fingers were on my stomach, soon followed by his other hand. Other
than the second it took to pull my shirt over my head, his lips never left mine
and his eyes stayed closed. A chill ran across my body and my breaths started
coming faster as I thought about his hands running over my bare body. He
shrugged out of his button-up, draped it over my shoulders and resumed to
running his fingers over my bare waist and stomach while I pulled my arms
through the sleeves. Once my hands were back on his muscled chest he slowly
buttoned it back up. I was gasping for air by the time he finished.
    I flipped on a
lamp and Brandon turned off the light as I sunk onto the bed. Turning back
towards me he stopped mid step. “This was a bad idea.”
    “Why?” I sat up
quickly.
    He chuckled and
crawled onto the bed pushing me back down and hovering over me. “You're in my
bed, wearing my clothes, and your hair was splayed out across my pillows.” He
kissed my neck before gruffly whispering in my ear, “You look so damn sexy, I
want to take you in my arms and never let you leave this bed.”
    “Then why don't
you?” I countered huskily.
    “God Harper,
you're going to be the death of me I swear.” He turned the lamp back off, rolled
onto his side and pulled me towards him.
    I hmphed and
curled deeper into his embrace. “I love how I feel in your arms.” I sighed into
his chest.
    “You fit there
perfectly.” He squeezed his arms around me and kissed the top of my head, “Get
some sleep sweetheart.”
     
    ***
     
    I was woken up
the next morning to Brandon's lips on my neck. I smiled softly and ran my
fingers over his head, “I want to wake up to this every morning.” My voice was
raspy from sleep.
    He chuckled
against my throat and placed a warm kiss on it causing me to bite my own lip to
stop a moan from escaping. “Does that mean I get to keep you?”
    “As long as you
share me with Bree. I'm pretty sure she'd kidnap me otherwise.”
    Brandon had
gently moved the collar of his shirt I was wearing away and was smiling against
my collarbone, “I went to Kindergarten, I learned how to share with others.”
    I burst into
laughter and brought his face to mine for a quick kiss. “Well I don't want you
to share me with everyone.”
    “I don't plan
to.” He propped himself up on an elbow and brushed his thumb across my cheek.
“I want you to be my girl Harper.”
    A slow smile
spread across my face and I was beaming inside. It was Saturday morning, and
we’d just met on Thursday, but it didn’t feel like this was coming a moment too
soon. There was something about this dangerous looking god that made me feel
safe and cherished. Being with him felt so right, it was almost scary but
incredibly thrilling to have found someone that made me feel this way. Pulling
his face to mine, I stopped less than an inch from him, “I'd love to be your
girl.” I whispered against his lips.
    Brandon kissed
me fiercely, but when I