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12 - Plan B✔️

-Brandy

The next day, I woke up to Elijah staring at me in bed. It scared the crap out of me, to be honest, but it didn't feel awkward. "Geez Elijah, way to be creepy," I say, before glancing at the time. "Why are you up so early?" It was only five in the morning, Elliot would have to be up for daycare in about four hours.

Elijah places his arms behind his head. "I'm thinking about that damn kiss." He admits, which completely shocks me.

I rub my eyes and sit up, trying my best to not think about sleep. "What about it?" I ask, trying to sound casual. "And why is it keeping you up?"

Elijah sighs. "Let me see your hand."

I frown. "Why?" I ask, confused.

What could he possibly need with my hand?

Elijah sighs again, before taking my hand by himself. He pulls it under the sheet and places it on something hard and long. My eyes widen, realizing what it is. I quickly unwrap my hand and move it away. "Elijah, what the hell?" I screech, pushing the sheet away.

"That's what's keeping me up." He says, referring to his huge boner. "That damn kiss made me horny perle. And it's getting hard to manage myself, really hard." He says, looking at me. "I thought that I could control it... that I could control myself, but I can't Brandy. Being in bed with you, kissing you, it fucks with me. A lot. You're addictive, very addictive."

My eyebrows knit together. "I... is this a dream?" I ask, looking around. "Am I dreaming?"

Elijah frowns a little. "No, this isn't a dream Brandy. You're fully awake." He says before lifting his hand up to pinch me.

"Ouch Elijah! What the hell?!" I shriek.

"Oh calm down. That wasn't even a hard pinch." He gets out of bed and starts to put on his pants.

My eyes widen. "Wait! Where are you going?"

He looks down at me like I'm stupid. "To go sleep on the couch." He says, with his eyebrows raised.

"What? You just piratically admitted to wanting to have sex with me and now, you're going to sleep on the couch. What kind of shit is that Elijah? That makes zero sense."

He stops pulling up his pants. "I'm confused now, perle." He says, running a hand through his hair. "So you want to have sex?"

I bite my lips, thinking about the answer. "Maybe." A second goes by. "Yes. Definitely yes." Some people may be judging me right now, but I haven't had sex in five years. That's a long-ass time in my book. Hell, it gets tiring masturbating all the time, my fingers are all worn out and so is my vibrator. My batteries died last night, just when I was about to reach my climax. It was so horrible, that I wouldn't even wish the situation upon my worst enemy. "What are you waiting for?" I ask Elijah, watching as he just stands there frozen. "Go lock the door."

Without being told twice, Elijah quickly runs towards the door and locks it, before running back towards me, jumping on the bed in the process. He smiles at me, showing off his white teeth. "I know you said yes, but are you absolutely positive that you want to do this? I don't want you regretting anything."

Placing my hand on his shoulder, I nod. "I'm a grown-ass woman Elijah when I say I want something, it means I'm one hundred percent sure that I want it." Lifting up my shirt, my nipples erect because of the cool air that breezes in the room. Wearing a bra before bed was never my thing, it made me uncomfortable and caused me discomfort. "Let's do this."

Elijah looks at me and doesn't say a word. His eyes go from my face, before slowly adventuring down to my breast. He stares at them for a straight minute, before lifting his hands up to touch them. A small moan slips from my lips because of how hard his grip was. "They look bigger than the last time." He comments, as his thumb begins to rub on my nipples. "If getting you pregnant did this to your body, then I need to get you pregnant more often."