Revealed by You

by Jo-Anna Walker

  “Evvie.”

  I met the doctors brown gaze.

  The corners of his lips tugged which I could only assume was a hint of a smile. “I see the love you have for him.”

  My cheeks heated and I nodded.

  “You want to protect him.”

  I nodded again. I could feel Brett looking at me but I ignored it as Dr. Santos’ warm dark eyes held me captive.

  “From what or who?”

  I took a breath and thought a moment. What was I trying to protect him from? His mother? “Himself.”

  Dr. Santos looked between us before settling back on me. “Does it scare you when he attacks you as he says?”

  “No,” I said without hesitation but then I remembered back to the night a couple of weeks ago at his bar. “But…”

  Dr. Santos raised an eyebrow. “But something does scare you,” he prodded, his voice soft but demanding.

  I looked up at Brett. He averted my gaze. He knew where I was going with this. “When we saw his mom and stepdad a couple of nights ago…” I took a deep breath and explained to the doctor what had happened and how I had to fight Brett off of me. “I don’t consider it attacking me, except for that night, even though I threw that it in his face. I’m just…I’m scared of who he’s becoming since seeing his mother.” The word-vomit poured from my lips and I couldn’t stop it. It was like the doctor had reached deep inside of me and pulled the truth from my mouth, spilling all for Brett to hear.

  Dr. Santos didn’t question anything I said. Didn’t say that I was crazy for feeling this way or judge me and for that, I was grateful.

  He placed his hands on his knees and leaned forward. “I can tell you that Evvie is very strong for fighting you off. I can see the guilt on your face. Have things been back to the way they were since then?”

  Brett grunted. “Not really.”

  I sighed.

  “Brett, your mother is a trigger. I can also tell you just from talking with you for a half an hour, that you have PTSD,” the doctor said in a soothing tone.

  Brett stiffened and then relaxed. “Yeah…what do I…how do I…shit.”

  Curling my feet under me, I wrapped an arm around his shoulders and brushed my fingers through the hair at his nape. “How do we help him?”

  “Be there for him. Calm him in any way that you can.” He looked at Brett. “You need to get control of that urge to strike before thinking.”

  Brett scoffed. “Yeah, like that’s going to happen.”

  “Why won’t it?”

  “I’m possessive, obsessed with the need to control everything around me but most of all, I need to dominate Evvie. I can’t stop myself. It’s like at moments I have an outer body experience and I’m looking down, watching myself. Especially after my nightmares.” He shook his head. “I’m a fucking monster.”

  My stomach clenched. “You are not a monster. How many times do I have to tell you that?”

  Brett looked away.

  I grabbed his jaw, forcing him to look at me. “I love you. I’m sorry for the things I said last night. I know you’re still pissed but it infuriates me when you believe what that awful woman tells you.”

  He tried shoving his head out of my grip but my fingers tightened. At that point, I didn’t care that we weren’t alone. Our relationship was hanging on by a thread. My boyfriend was breaking as each day past and it was destroying me. Us.

  “I don’t want to hurt you,” he whispered, his deep blue eyes filling with unshed tears.

  A hard lump formed in my throat. “You’re hurting me when you hurt yourself. I know we’ve only been together for a couple of months but what I feel for you is strong. You demanded my love. Remember? You knew how I felt before I did. You told me that you were in this for the long run. Please,” I swallowed hard. “stop pushing me away.”

  His gaze searched my face. “Never. You’re mine.”

  I squeezed his hand. “My one.”

  He kissed my forehead. “My only,” he said softly, inhaling deep. He leaned down to my ear. “I crave your smell on me,” he whispered.

  My heart jumped.

  “That right there proves what a good woman you have, Brett.” Dr. Santos rose to his feet and walked to his desk before turning back to us.

  He didn’t say anything about our moment. Maybe he was used to people breaking down in his office.

  “First thing, I want you to keep seeing me. We’ll set up weekly appointments and if you feel that you need more, call me.”

  “What if…” Brett looked down at our joined hands in his lap.

  Dr. Santos raised an eyebrow. “What if this never gets resolved?”

  “Yeah,” Brett mumbled.

  “Then we’ll keep talking. This won’t be easy, Brett, but you need to open up and not just to me.”

  ***

  “Hey, sweet pea. How are you doing?”

  I smiled at my daddy’s smooth calming voice coming from the other end of the phone. A couple of days after the session with Dr. Santos, Brett made regular appointments to start seeing him once a week. Brett knew he had a problem. He had a temper. He was dark, brooding and possessive. He knew it. I knew it. Was I scared of him? No. Did I love him and would do anything to fight for him and that love? Yes.

  “I’m alright, daddy. How are you feeling?”

  He grunted. “Can’t eat fucking burgers. Doctor’s orders.”

  I laughed. After his heart attack, he was put on a strict diet. Edward Neal loved meat and if he couldn’t have his burgers, he was a testy man. “You need to get healthy. Try vegan burgers.”

  He scoffed. “Please. No meat? No treat.”

  I rolled my eyes. “Did you really call me to complain about your forced diet?”

  “No. How’s that man of yours?”

  I sighed at my dad’s weekly check in. If he could have it his way, I’d still be a virgin and living at home under his roof until I was old and gray. “My man.” I walked by Brett’s office and stopped, brushing my fingers down the closed door. Since his meeting with Dr. Santos, he hadn’t been the same. It was like he was scared to touch me. Scared that he wouldn’t be able to control himself or hold back the urge to go further.

  “Evvie?”

  “He’s…getting there,” I mumbled and slid down the opposite wall.

  “He sick?”

  “No. Just…he has some things going on right now.”

  “Tell him to take it easy. He treating you good?”

  I smiled. “Yes.” At least I thought he was, even though he thought different at times. I chatted with my father for a couple more minutes as he filled me in on my brothers. I also ended up finding out that my middle brother, Everett, had disappeared, which in my brother’s case, meant he ran. He didn’t even say goodbye. That hurt. A lot. But I knew he would call me.

  “Why are you on the floor, lover?”

  I looked up and met Brett’s gaze not even realizing he had opened the door. “I was talking to my dad.”

  He nodded and headed back into his office before slumping down in the chair.

  I followed him and wrapped my arms around his shoulders. “I love—” My eyes landed on the computer screen. “What’s that?” A word doc entitled, Mine, shone back at me. I saw my name several times and before I could read anything more, Brett clicked a button that brought up a screen saver. Black and white images of us, danced along the large monitor.

  “My Evvie.”

  “What was that?” I asked as he pulled me into his lap.

  “Nothing,” he whispered against my ear.

  “It was something. I saw my name.” I moved to grab the mouse when he wrapped a hand around my neck and pulled me against him. I gasped at the rough hold, desire unfurling deep in my belly.

  “Curiosity killed the cat,” he said, running his other hand up my jean clad inner thigh.

  Yes. Touch me. Own me. Want me. “What are you writing?” I couldn’t help it. The need to know was driving me mad.

  “Don’t wor
ry about it,” he purred against my neck.

  I frowned. “Brett.”

  “I said,” he nipped my ear. “Don’t worry about it. You can read it when it’s done.”

  “Is it about me?”

  His hand cupped my sex, while the other unbuttoned the fly of my jeans. “Yes. Now do you want me to fuck you against my desk or are we going to continue talking?”

  Brett’s growing erection under my ass sent a thrill down my spine. I moved my hips, grinding against him. “Depends.”

  He brushed his nose up the side of my neck, inhaling deep. “On what?”

  I licked my lips. “On if you talk dirty to me.”

  ***

  “Tell me,” Brett growled, gripping my jaw tighter.

  “What?” My heart raced at the deep heat in his sapphire gaze. The look of lust and love filled them as they darkened with a hunger that left me breathless and wanting. Always wanting.

  He smirked and licked along my bottom lip before diving into my mouth. Our tongues explored.

  A shiver of desire soared through me and I reached between us, wrapping my hand around his thick cock. The veins protruded beneath my touch as he lengthened against my fingers. My thumb ran over the tip, his pre-cum coating me.

  A groan rumbled from his chest as he pushed his tongue deeper into my mouth. The kiss turned hot, heavy, as I ran my hand down the length of him.

  Instead of fucking me against his desk like he promised, he brought me to our bedroom. I would never get used to the big bed and even though it was huge, I always fell asleep wrapped in Brett’s arms and woke up just the same.

  “Tell me, lover,” he demanded.

  “What do you want me to say,” I breathed and lowered my hand to the heavy sac beneath. Squeezing lightly, I wrapped my other hand around the base of him.

  “Fuck,” he moaned. “Who do you belong to?”

  I smiled and nipped his bottom lip. “You.”

  His hand moved to my throat and he pushed my head back. “Again.”

  I licked my lips, swallowing the gasp of my head being restrained. “You. I belong to you, Brett.”

  A smug grin formed on his face. “Let’s see how flexible you’ve become.”

  I frowned wondering what he was talking about when he grabbed my ankles and pushed my legs up over my head.

  I gasped, my ass sticking in the air as he held down my ankles on either side of my head. “Brett,” I panted.

  He winked and covered my core with his mouth.

  I moaned, watching him suck at me hard.

  He growled, releasing me with a smack. “Watch me fuck your tasty cunt.” He thrust his tongue in and out of me before licking up to the hardened nub.

  I whimpered, shaking beneath him. “Harder.”

  He grinned, sucking my clit between his lips.

  My body exploded as ecstasy racked my core.

  “Simply beautiful.” He released my ankles before he thrust two fingers into my pussy. “I want you to smell like me.”

  I whimpered, taking him as a deep as possible. My leg muscles shook as remnants of my orgasm trembled through me. “Oh God.”

  He removed his fingers and brought them up to his lips, sucking the juices from my body off of them. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed, his eyes darkening. “So fucking good.”

  Stroking him hard, I moved my other hand lower and brushed a finger over the base of his sac.

  “Hmm…what are you doing, lover?” he asked, licking up the side of my neck.

  My heart raced. I didn’t know but I knew that I wanted more. I always wanted more. My body craved it. I craved it. I wanted to give him the pleasure he had given me. I wanted…I wanted inside him.

  My stomach twisted. Was that wrong of me? Would he object? God, did that make me more of a freak?

  Testing my curiosity, I gripped his cock in one hand and reached the other around him. I ran it down his back, lightly scraping my nails into his skin.

  He shivered and placed small bites on my neck and jaw. “Harder.”

  Oh it would be harder in a moment. He didn’t have to worry about that. He had every piece of me and now I wanted the same from him.

  I switched hands but not before coating my finger with my juices.

  Bracing myself, I reached between us and brushed my finger to the tight opening at his rear.

  His body tensed, his hot breath scorching my skin.

  I ran my finger over the puckered opening in tune with my strokes on his cock.

  “Fuck, Evvie,” he whispered. “More.”

  My eyes widened at the pleading in his voice and I did as he said. Tightening my hold on his length, I pushed my finger into him all the while surprised at how swollen his dick became.

  “Shit. God. Fuck that feels good,” he moaned, moving his hips in sync with my hand. “Harder. Please, Evvie.”

  My thrusts and strokes picked up speed, my arm muscles burning at the awkward position.

  Brett released his hold on my neck and slapped his hand down beside my head. He gripped the sheet, his knuckles turning white. His deep breathing picked up. “I want to come on you.”

  “Yes. Please. Come all over me, Brett.”

  He growled and crashed his lips to mine at the same time as he thrust two fingers into me.

  I whimpered, pushing my tongue against his. I squeezed my hand around the base of him and pushed my finger deeper at the same time causing him to shudder.

  “Evvie.” He came hard on a snarl, my name leaving his lips as his semen coated my lower belly, my mound and our hands. His body shook above me as I released my grip on him. I loved watching him have an orgasm. It was simply beautiful and erotic.

  The warmth of his release ran down my center and before he could say anything, I grabbed hold of his hand.

  Pushing it from between my legs, I brought it up to my lips and sucked my juices off of his fingers.

  His heated gaze followed my movement. “My little vixen,” he breathed.

  I smiled and looked up at him. “Are you—”

  He licked his way between my lips and I gasped when he sank back into me. It had always amazed me at how quickly he could get hard after an orgasm.

  He must have enjoyed that every bit as I did but I wasn’t sure. My stomach tied into knots when he sat back and lifted me into his arms.

  “Ride me. God, I want you fucking hard, lover.”

  The pleading mixed with the deep husk of his voice just about did me in. I gave him what he wanted. What I wanted. What we both needed and more.

  ***

  “What’s wrong?” Brett asked softly against my neck.

  I sighed and snuggled into him. “I thought you were upset with me.”

  “Why?” He grazed his chin along my shoulder, the stubble of his jaw scratching at my skin.

  My cheeks heated. “Well…I…”

  “Are you embarrassed for making me come hard, lover?” he purred, brushing his nose along the side of my neck.

  My stomach flipped. “No, I—”

  “Are you ashamed of making your boyfriend come so hard, I think you’ll smell like me for days?” he asked, rolling me onto my stomach.

  And I did smell like him. God, I wanted his scent on me for the rest of my life. “No, I just didn’t—”

  His teeth bit into my shoulder making me gasp and my core clench. “Did you think that I would be upset for you trying to take control?”

  “I didn’t take control.” I frowned and stretched my arms out under the pillow.

  Brett spread my legs and knelt between them. “Maybe not but you did try to.”

  “I was trying to show you the pleasure you have given me, that’s all. I don’t want…”

  “What, Evvie?” he asked, running a hand down the side of my body.

  “I don’t want your control,” I whispered.

  “But you did want to see how far you could take me. How long it would take for me to lose it.”

  I rolled over onto my side and looked up
at him. Was he right? Is that what I wanted? “Are you mad?”

  The corners of his lips twitched. “Do I look mad?”

  My gaze searched his face. His strong jaw clenched and his eyes were dark. His brown hair had grown a little longer in the past month and I brushed a couple of strands off his forehead. Was he mad? I couldn’t tell. God, the guy should play fucking poker.

  I sighed. “I have no idea.”

  Brett smirked. “If I wanted you to stop, I would have told you. You should know by now, that I always say what I want. I told you to keep going.”

  “I know that,” I huffed.

  “So now that we’ve touched each other completely…” He rolled on top of me and snarled against my neck

  I giggled and wrapped my arms around his shoulders before cupping his face. Staring intently into his eyes, I saw the old Brett slowly coming back. The one that had possessed me from the very beginning. The one that took control. The one that loved me.

  His eyes twinkled. “I love you deep.”

  EIGHTEEN

  “She’s such a bitch, Evvie. God, I can’t stand her,” Kane complained.

  I rolled my eyes as we headed down the long hallway to Brett’s apartment several days later. “You are such a liar. You’re so in love with Tatiana, it’s sickening.”

  He feigned shock and gripped his chest when a huge grin spread on his face. “Yeah I am, but she’s still a bitch and I still can’t stand her.”

  I shook my head. And here I thought my relationship had its issues. I would never understand the thing my best friend had going on with my other friend. Tatiana, a punk rocker type lesbian turned straight who was sleeping with my best friend. I loved them both but it was still odd if you asked me.

  “Where’s Brett?” Kane asked as we neared the door.

  Brett had said something about needing to go home because he forgot some important paperwork but I hadn’t heard from him since. And that was a couple of hours ago. “He was supposed to meet me here…” I frowned. Loud heavy bass boomed from behind the door. I looked up at Kane and he shrugged.

  Unlocking the door, my heart raced and I took a breath. Anxiety gripped at my core after each step I took.

  Kane nudged his way in front of me and opened the door.