The First

I watch as Zach quickly catches up with Dave and knocks him to the ground. Dave lands with a thud. As I watch, I feel a hand on my shoulder and I jump.

"Hey, it's okay." I recognize Brians voice immediately. He turns me around, pulling me into him. One arm laces around my waist, the other reaches up, his hand stroking over my hair.
"Allison?" I hear from behind Brian, and I pull away, taking a step away from Brian.

"Aiden." I say quickly. He takes in my appearance. Obviously I'm a little disheveled at this point, so I take a moment to smooth out my skirt that I wore here from work, not that it makes much difference, I'm sure.

"Are you alright." Aiden comes up to me, lifting my chin to get a better look at my face. Brian stands awkwardly to the side of us.

I pull my chin away, dropping my head. "I'm fine." I say, not sounding convincing. If Zach and Brian hadn't shown, who knows what would've happened.

Dave is malicious and obviously had terrible plans in store for me tonight. I can only imagine what would've happened had I accepted a drink from him. He most likely would've drugged it.

"You sure?" Aiden asks, taking Brian in, who is still standing silently to the side of us. I take a step back from Aiden, and he notices. He frowns. "I couldn't find you anywhere in the bar." He says, concern spreading across his face. "I was worried something had happened to you..." He trails off realizing the weight of his words.

Something did happen. Sort of.

"I'm fine." I repeat, not sure if it's more for my sake, or his. I cannot drag Aiden into my fucked up life. He's too good to be dragged into my mess. I decide then and there that I have to start creating more distance between us. I can't have him thinking that anything will come from us. "You should go." I say, and watch as his face falls more. I hate the feeling that this gives me, but it's the right thing to do.

He looks at me, studying my face, then he looks to Brian, obviously still worried about my well-being. Without another word, he turns around and disappears. I soon see his car drive away.

Brian is still standing silent, so I turn to him. "What are you and Zach doing here?" I try not to sound ungrateful, as I truly am, I'm just wondering what brought them here, right now, in the perfect time to save my ass.

He looks at me, and I can see a twinge of pain in his eyes. I'm confused by this. "I knew something was up." He says, nervously rubbing the back of his neck with one hand. He takes a step nearer to me. "I overheard Dave talking about some stupid plan last weekend at the club. I didn't think much of it at the time, but I had this bad feeling in my gut. He was talking with two other guys about trapping some girl. It made me sick to my stomach, and I left the club quickly after overhearing their conversation. I didn't stay quite long enough to hear exactly what they planned to do to said girl."

"I always knew he was a bad guy, but it seems like maybe you knew that too." He says, looking to me. "I feel like I'm missing something here. You leave my house after the BBQ and barely speak to me for almost two weeks. Then you tell me tonight that you're out at a bar with some guy that you've never mentioned before. Something struck me then. When you told me you were at Johnny's, I picked Zach up and we came straight away."

"I honestly don't know what I was thinking was happening. When you brought up Aiden I was worried it might be one of the guys Dave was conspiring with last week." He pauses for a moment, before continuing on. "We had to park down the street, when we got here, so as we're walking to the entrance I spot some commotion in this alley." He motions around us. "I knew right away it was you, and my bad feeling was right all along. I just never imagined that you were the girl Dave was talking about preying on."

I'm at a loss for words. I know he's overheard some of the conversation between Dave and I, but how much? I need to know.

"What did you overhear?" I ask him, searching his face.

"I heard him yelling that you were a tease and whoring yourself out, though you claimed that you guys never did anything together." Well not exactly anything, I just said that we hadn't slept together. I don't correct him, though. "When I told you to stay away from him that night at the club, I had no idea you knew him. You didn't give any indication that you did."

"He offered to by me a drink that night." I start, and Brian nods his head, he knows this already. "I hadn't seen him in eight years, before that night. I didn't even realize he still lived around here. I was hoping he didn't." I admit. I feel Zach approach us, but I'm already continuing again. "He showed up at my apartment the day I came over for your BBQ, before Ieft the house. He just showed up. I had no clue he even knew where I lived."

Brian reaches a hand out to wipe the tears from my cheeks, tears that I didn't realize I was crying. I continue on. "He lives across from me." I let my head fall. "I didn't know when I rented the place, obviously, or I wouldn't have taken it. I'm afraid to go home now." I admit, letting more tears fall on my cheeks, and Brian pulls me into his chest.

"Did you know he would be here tonight?" Zach asks from his spot beside us.

"Not at all. If I did, I wouldn't have came."

"I thought you said Lindsey was here." Brian pulls me away from his chest to look at me.

"She was earlier, she had to leave."

"What do you know about Aiden?" He asks. Seriously, he's trying to blame Aiden, thinking he has a part in all this?

"No." I say a little forcefully, but then calmer, I say, "It wasn't him. He had no part in this."

"If you're sure." Brian pulls me back into him, and I rest my head against his chest. "I'll take you home."

"No!" I almost shriek, pulling away from him, and taking a step back.

"I meant to my house." He says, looking pained. "But if you'd rather not come with me, I'm sure Zach would let you stay at his place."

"No. It's fine." I say. "I'll stay with you. If that's okay."

"Of course."

"Can I stop by my place to get some things first, though?" I ask, and he nods.

The three of us head back to Brian's car.

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After dropping Zach off at his house and stopping by mine to grab some necessities, we make our way home to Brian's house.

As we pull into the driveway, I remember the last time I was here, on my knees in front of Brian in his bathroom, taking him into my mouth. A familiar tingle runs through me. How is it possible that after what happened tonight, this is my first thought upon arriving at Brian's house?

He quickly parks the car in the garage and gets out, coming over to my side and opening the door for me to get out. I oblige, he grabs my belongings, and we go into the house. As we pass the familiar downstairs bathroom, I feel that familiar tingle again. I almost bump right into Brian, as he stops in front of me in the hallway.

"Sorry." He says, flipping on the hallway light. He turns back to me, and I see his eyes dart to the bathroom behind me. He then looks at my face. "Come with me." He gently grabs my hand, and leads me into the bathroom.

Oh gosh, what is he going to do to me? I shiver as his fingers leave my wrist, and he spins me around to face him in the bathroom. He quickly leans over and grabs a first aid kit from the cabinet under his sink.

He dabs at the wound on my upper lip with caution, careful not to hurt me. I flinch anyways, as the alcohol touches my skin, it's cool and it burns my cut.

"Sorry." He all but whispers and then swallows, hard.

When he's finished doctoring me up, he leans down and plants a gentle kiss on my lips, carefully avoiding the cut altoghether. He pulls away quickly, and takes a step back.

"What?" I ask him, confused. He's so soft and sensual one moment, and then he's backing away, putting his guard up. Like I am one to judge, though.

"I..." He tries to find the right words. "I shouldn't have done that." He says.

"Why not? I wanted you to." I admit. Having him leaning over me, taking care of me like he was made me want to melt into his arms. He's too sweet to me, too sweet for my own good.

"There's so much I don't know about you." He brings a hand up to rub the back of his neck for the second time tonight. "There's a lot you don't know about me." He follows up.

"Why does that matter? We don't have to know everything about each other."

"I want to know more about you." He admits. "Though I have a feeling you don't want me to." He's not wrong. I have my guard up constantly, I'm not willing to tear down my walls for just anyone.

"Why?" I find myself asking him.

"I like you, Allison." His words make my heart beat faster. He likes me.

He likes me. I'm not sure if I should get closer to him or run for the hills. His life would most likely be much simpler without me in it.

"I like you." I admit to him, surprising myself. I search my brain, wondering why I would've said such a thing. I can't come up with anything, I'm not lying. I do like him.

"I'm not sure that I just want to stay friends with you."

His words catch me sort of off guard. I knew this would come. I'll have to run. I knew it couldn't last.

"I'm not looking for a relationship, Brian."

He frowns at my words, but takes a step closer anyway. "Let's just see what happens." He says, his lips reaching mine. With his tongue begging for permission into my mouth, I can't concentrate. I can't find the strength to pull away and argue with him. I let myself melt into his arms, as he wraps them around me.

As he did when we were in this same bathroom the last time, his hands find my hips and lift me to sit on the counter. My hands find the hem of his shirt, and I pull it over his head. I run my hands along his torso, admiring his tattoos, and he smiles at me. His lips find my neck this time and he nips at my jawline.

I writhe under his mouth and his hands find my waist, keeping me steady. He slowly trails them up, taking my shirt over my head. He tosses it to the floor and admires my black lace bra.

"I love this." He says, running his hand along the top of my breast, where the lace of my bra starts. His hands trail down over my breasts, down my stomach, then to my thighs. He reaches a hand up my skirt. As I feel his hand graze over my already soaking panties, I moan, and bite down on my lower lip.

The grin on his face grows, as he leans down to kiss my neck, all the while rubbing me through my panties. I am rendered totally helpless under his touch. He's making me crazy.

I feel him move my panties to the side, and he slips one finger inside of me. I groan and let my head fall back in ecstasy, my eyes closing. I'm going to come just like this, if he doesn't stop soon.

"I..." I try to form a valid sentence. "I'm going to come." I say, as my legs start to shake, but Brian removes his finger. "W-what?" I ask, looking to him for an answer.

Without saying a word, he undoes his jeans and pushes them down his legs, along with his boxers. He turns me around, bending me over the counter top, and bunches my skirt up around my waist.

I hear him fumbling with something, from the sounds of it, a condom, and soon enough he hooks a finger into my panties, pulling them to one side again. I feel the tip of his cock press against my entrance, and I moan as he enters me slowly.

I open my eyes to see Brian looking at me in the mirror. Some people might find this awkward, but way he's looking at me is so damn sexy. I let my eyelids flutter shut again, as he finds a steady rhythm, moving in and out of me.

"More." I groan, pushing myself against him, and I gasp as he fills me completely. "Fuck."

I feel his hand reaching over me, and soon my bra becomes loose. "Take it off." He says, his voice low, sensual. Fuck he's hot. He doesn't even have to try.

I work my bra from my shoulders and toss it to the ground near my shirt. He pulls me up to meet his chest, one hand fondling my breasts, the other on my hips, as he picks up the pace. His mouth grazes the back of my neck and I yell out in ecstasy, as I come, hard.

I can't remember ever feeling like this. Lucas never made me feel this way.

Brian keeps drilling into me, reaching his high soon after.

He pulls away from me, and I feel empty all of a sudden. I turn to face him. I want more of this man, all of him.

I kiss him feverishly. He pulls away to examine me. My skirts is still bunched up around my waist, so I pull it down over my legs, removing it completely, along with my panties.

I look back up and meet his gaze. "There are no words to describe just how sexy you are." He says in that low sexy voice of his. I blush.

I push him back, pinning him against the wall, and kiss him again, needing to feel him. His hands find my hips, and he lifts me off my feet. I wrap my legs around him this time.

"You still want more?" He asks, pulling away from my kiss, grinning. He's so devilishly handsome, and that smile of his makes me want to do very bad things to him. I nod my head. "You are insatiable." He laughs. "Let's go to my bedroom." He says, carrying me out of the bathroom.

Notes

Last update for tonight! Enjoy!

- J