Revealed by You

by Jo-Anna Walker

  “You want me rough?”

  I nodded. “Break me.”

  His fingers pulled at my ass as he thrust his middle finger deep inside of me. His cock powered into me, hitting the sweet spot that was made just for him. “Like that?”

  “Oh yes. More. Please, give me more.” The words leaving my lips were new for me and for him but I needed him to consume me. To reveal the dark urges he had slowly brought to light. To possess me. To control my aching body.

  He replaced his finger with two, thrusting them inside of me hard.

  The deep delicious roughness of his cock mixed with the movements of his fingers pounding into me at a frantic rate, made us come at once. We collapsed a moment later with him lying on top of me.

  He spread kisses on my upper back, nipping lightly and grabbed hold of both my hands. “Thank you for that.”

  I sighed. “No, thank you.” I think we both needed it. The feeling of losing control as we gave each other what we needed and took what we wanted, sent a thrill down my spine.

  Brett moved to get up when I squirmed.

  “No. I want to fall asleep with you inside me,” I said, grabbing hold of his hand.

  He pulled down the blanket from the back of the couch and wrapped it around us.

  We curled up on the floor and I fell asleep to the beating of his heart and his length still semi-hard inside of me.

  ***

  I woke the next morning in our bed, sore and stiff but happy and elated. The spot beside me was empty with a white piece of paper on Brett’s pillow.

  Gone to the club.

  Be back soon.

  Love, your husband

  I smiled and stretched before rising from the bed.

  I trudged to the kitchen, made some coffee and yawned, waiting for the warmth of the caffeine to finish brewing.

  As I was about to pour myself a cup of the heavenly goodness, a knock sounded. Frowning, I walked to the door and opened it. At that moment, I felt like an idiot for not checking the peephole.

  “Claire,” I gasped as the tall red head stood before me.

  She chewed her bottom lip, not meeting my gaze as a woman stepped from around the corner.

  My eyes widened. Brett’s mother sneered at me. “Diane, what the hell are you doing here?”

  She smirked. “Why, we came to see you, of course.”

  TWENTY-THREE

  “What the hell do you want?” I asked gripping the door handle tight in my hand.

  Claire looked away, her gaze not meeting mine as Diane pushed her way past me. “We came to chat.”

  Claire scoffed. “No, we didn’t. You want to ruin her.”

  “Get the hell out of my apartment,” I screamed, my body vibrating from the rage over what that woman had done to my husband.

  Diane sneered, her brown eyes darkening as she looked at Claire. A woman I thought I would never see again. A woman I thought I would hate for the rest of my life. But as I looked at her, something was off. Her hair was pulled into a tight messy bun. Her skin paler than usual. And her high cheek bones, sunken in like she hadn’t eaten in days.

  “I want to talk to you about Brett,” Diane said crossing her arms under her chest.

  “Don’t you think you’ve done enough damage?” I asked through gritted teeth. I wanted to rip her hair out, punch the smirk off of her ugly-assed face and wipe the floor with her. My brother, Ethan, taught me to fight and at that point, I had to force myself not to dive at the woman.

  Watching his mother take a seat at our kitchen island did something to me. My stomach clenched. I felt dirty like just the mere presence of her tainted our home.

  Diane laughed. “I didn’t do enough apparently, since he married you,” she said, indicating the wedding set on my ring finger.

  I crossed my arms under my chest and glared as Claire gasped.

  “You guys are married?” she asked, her eyebrows narrowing.

  I ignored her. “What do you want, Diane?”

  Diane grinned. “I want to offer you—”

  “No.”

  Both of us turned to Claire.

  “I don’t want any part of this now that they are married,” Claire said and took a step past me.

  “You wait just a second.” Diane ran a hand through her brown curly hair.

  “Either you leave or I will call the police.” I held my stance, firm and stiff while I waited for Brett to show up.

  “Diane, we should leave,” Claire said, heading towards the door.

  “No. Tell her why we are here.”

  I frowned and waited.

  Claire huffed but looked me in the eyes and sighed. Her gaze softened. “I am so sorry.”

  “What do you mean?” Never in my life would I have thought that Claire would apologize for anything, let alone to me.

  “Tell her,” Diane commanded.

  “I am pregnant,” Claire said, opening her sweater.

  My gaze landed on the bump protruding from her belly. My heart raced. “Who...” I swallowed.

  She shook her head. “I don’t know.”

  A hard lump formed in my throat. I couldn’t imagine it being Brett’s. My husband’s. What would we do if it was? What would I do if the baby was his? Could I love it like it was mine?

  Diane smirked. “Now we got her attention.”

  “I swear, none of this was my idea.” Claire closed the distance between us and tentatively grabbed my hands. “I wasn’t ready for children...”

  “Then why?” I cried, pulling from her grip. “Why would you try and have Brett’s baby?”

  “To trap him, of course.”

  I looked at Diane as the words left her lips and swallowed past the hurtful things I wanted to yell and scream at her. Not like it would do any good. How could she be so evil? “You want his money. That’s why you want to trap him. What if it’s not his?”

  Diane frowned and looked at Claire. “Who else did you fuck?”

  Claire looked between me and Diane. “It’s not important.”

  Diane grabbed her arm. “Like hell it’s not. Tell me. Who else could be the father?”

  “My brother,” I mumbled.

  Diane huffed. “I told you we needed to trap Brett. Have his baby and then we would get his money.”

  I couldn’t believe my ears. “You are a sick woman. Don’t you think enough has happened since you’ve come back?”

  Diane sneered. “Not enough has happened. Brett is mine and will always be mine.”

  I growled. “I don’t think so. I married him. I am his wife. I am his and only his. I don’t care if you’re his mother, you disgusting bitch. He’s your fucking son!”

  “You think so, do you?” she asked stepping towards me.

  I rolled my eyes and headed towards my phone. “Leave, before I call—”

  A moment later, everything went black.

  ***

  “Evvie, wake up.”

  I groaned at the deep voice in my ear. Opening my eyes, I met Brett’s dark blue gaze before noticing Claire sitting in the corner of our bedroom. A police officer stood off to the side. What the hell happened? My head pounded, a shot of pain screaming through my mind as I turned back to my husband.

  “You okay?” Brett asked his eyes narrowing.

  I nodded, pinching the bridge of my nose. “What happened?”

  He sighed and kissed my forehead. “Claire told me everything. My mother slammed your head against the wall.”

  I frowned. That explained the headache. I sat up and cringed as my stomach rolled. Taking a couple of deep breaths, I swallowed past the onset of nausea.

  “You feeling up to some questions, Evvie?” the policeman asked me.

  I nodded and winced as a sharp pain stabbed me between the eyes. “Yeah.”

  He asked me what had caused Diane to knock me out. What did she want? Did she threaten me? I answered the questions that were thrown at me, not believing my own ears when the words left my lips. Trap Brett. Money. Baby. I couldn’t believe
it.

  Brett told the officer about Stefan wanting a million dollars for Claire not paying him. At that point, Claire gasped and a silent sob shook through her. I didn’t know what her deal was. A part of me felt sorry for her but then the other part reminded me that she brought this on herself.

  We also mentioned Diane and Brett’s stepdad attacking him a couple of weeks prior.

  “Looks like you folks have been to hell and back. If you need anything else, here’s my card,” Officer Jones said, handing me a small rectangular business card. “I will make Diane pay for this.”

  Brett walked the cop out.

  I couldn’t face the reality of the woman sitting in our bedroom possibly carrying my husband’s child.

  As Brett joined me back on the bed a couple of minutes later, I looked at Claire. Really taking her in this time as Brett smoothed a hand in circles over my back. Her cheeks were gaunt, her eyes darker than usual. Was she telling the truth? “Was this whole thing a bunch of lies?”

  Claire met my gaze. “I...” She sighed. “No.”

  “You convinced my husband that he was the father of your baby. You convinced him that you had a miscarriage. He left me because of you. You—”

  She shook her head. “I don’t know if…if Brett is the father.”

  “That doesn’t fucking matter!”

  “Evvie,” Brett whispered in my ear.

  “No, she needs to hear this,” I said, looking up at him.

  “I am sorry for everything. I know you don’t believe me.” Claire wrung her hands in her lap. “If this baby is Brett’s or Ethan’s, it will be your family either way, Evvie.”

  My heart thumped, my body shaking at the mere thought of her carrying something that belonged to me. Call me selfish but I wanted to carry Brett’s baby. I wanted to give him the children that he so deserves.

  “Claire, get out,” Brett demanded.

  She looked at me. “I—”

  “I said, get out,” he snapped.

  She nodded and left the room, the sound of the front door shutting a moment later.

  My body shook and I moved to the edge of bed. “What if this baby is yours, Brett?”

  Brett rose to his feet and walked around the bed before grabbing my hand. He kissed my ring finger and then my forehead. “Bath.”

  I huffed. “This is not the time.” I wasn’t in the mood for our nightly rituals. I wanted to rip off every ounce of Claire that had touched him. I knew the situation with her was before me but I couldn’t help but blame her. For everything. A part of me felt sorry for the woman as well. Whether she was telling the truth and it was all Diane’s idea, either Claire was a really good actress, had some screws loose or in fact loved Brett, I didn’t care. I was sick of these women coming in and destroying the very thing we had worked so hard to take control of.

  “Bath,” he said, his voice firm.

  I rose to my feet and stomped past him before turning on the bath. “Happy—”

  Heavy arms spun me before soft lips crashed to mine in a demanding kiss.

  My lips parted, taking his tongue deep inside my mouth as his hands roamed over my body.

  Brett released me and placed a soft peck on my forehead. Undressing me, he kissed every inch of skin that was revealed to him. It was so sensual, it felt like he was kissing my soul.

  By the time he put me in the bathtub, I was a pile of mush. Relaxed and no longer rattled from Claire and Diane showing up not too long ago.

  He grabbed a washcloth and ran it over my back. “It scares the shit out of me, knowing that this baby could be mine.” His breath caught. “I worry that if it is, you’ll leave me.”

  My eyes widened. “I would never.”

  “You say that now, Evvie, but I can’t expect you to be okay with this.” Brett wrapped his arm around my shoulder and pulled me against him.

  Tears welled in my eyes. “I feel guilty because I don’t want this baby to be yours. I want to give you a child. Me. Not some other woman.”

  “I know,” he whispered against my neck. “As much as I want children with you, right now I want you all to myself. I’m selfish. I couldn’t deal with you giving your love to someone else right now.”

  I turned in his arms and sat in his lap, wrapping my legs around his waist. “Listen to me when I tell you that the love I feel for you could never be shared.”

  His eyes narrowed. “We’re strong. We will deal with this.”

  I nodded and rested my head against his shoulder. Grazing my thumb over his nipple, I sighed. We sat in silence for what felt like an eternity. At that moment, I wished I could have been inside his head. I wanted to know what he was thinking. How he was feeling.

  The muscles of his strong jaw ticked, his full lips set in a grim line. The dark scruff of his five o’clock shadow made the tips of my fingers tingle.

  A realization came to me, one that I couldn’t believe I never noticed before. “You haven’t had a nightmare since the night before we got married.”

  Brett met my gaze and quickly looked away.

  I frowned. “You have had one haven’t you?”

  He nodded.

  “Why didn’t you tell me?” I asked, rising to my knees.

  “I’m trying to deal with them.”

  I grabbed his chin and forced him to look at me. “Not on your own.”

  His jaw clenched. “I don’t want to hurt you. You telling me no...Evvie, for a moment I thought you were scared of me…again.”

  Didn’t he know me at all? “Never. God, Brett, I was trying to help you. To help us. I’m no expert but I know if you keep letting your nightmares win, they will take control of you.”

  He shook his head. “I don’t fucking think so.”

  I huffed and rose to my feet, stepping out of the tub.

  “Evvie.”

  I shook my head and walked to the bedroom, the cool air caressing my soaked skin. “I don’t want you dealing with this on your own. You need me.”

  Brett scrubbed a hand down his face, the droplets of water running down his hard body that I tried so hard to ignore at that moment. “I’m trying to take control of them. I’m trying to deal with them without having to be inside you. Without needing to control you.”

  I spun on him. “I need you to control me. You won’t hurt me, Brett.”

  “Evvie, I could—”

  “No!” I cried.

  He raised an eyebrow, momentarily surprised by my outburst.

  I took a couple cleansing breaths before I explained. “I don’t want you getting stuck inside your head.”

  Brett frowned and closed the distance between us. “You’re worried for me?”

  Grazing my fingers down his chest, I brushed them over the soft skin just above his length. “Of course I am. You’ve been doing so well. I don’t want you having a setback.”

  He pinched my chin, tilting my head to meet his mouth. “I love you.”

  “Promise me,” I breathed.

  He curled a hand around the back of my neck. “I promise, but if it gets to be too much, please let me know.”

  “What do you mean?” I asked, turning in his arms.

  “If I get too rough, tell me.” He kissed my shoulder and met my gaze in the mirror.

  I nodded. “I will. I promise you that, my husband.”

  ***

  “I see you two got married,” Dr. Santos said, indicating the rings on our hands.

  We both nodded, entwining our fingers.

  “How are things?”

  I gripped Brett’s hand tight in mine as we sat across from Dr. Santos. His small office smelled of sandalwood and leather, the two scents mixing as one making my body relax.

  “We’ve had some minor setbacks,” Brett mumbled.

  Dr. Santos raised an eyebrow. “Like what?”

  Brett told him about Claire and the possible baby. His mother and stepfather and what they did to him. Hearing about me walking into him being strapped to the bed, made my stomach clench. I never wanted
to experience something like ever that again.

  “Evvie?”

  “Hmm?” I looked at Dr. Santos, not realizing he was speaking to me.

  “Are you alright?” The doctors warm brown eyes softened.

  I let out a deep breath, my eyes welling with unexpected tears. Brett cupped the back of my neck.

  “Tell him everything,” he whispered in my ear.

  I nodded and I did. I told him exactly how I felt. “I’m scared that Claire’s baby is Brett’s.”

  “Why?”

  I chewed my bottom lip. “If this baby is Brett’s, Claire will have her claws in my husband forever. I...” A possessive surge of hatred burst forth, making my heart stutter. I told Dr. Santos about Diane’s plan to trap him, to take his money. But that backfired when she found out about Claire sleeping with my brother.

  The doctor nodded. “I can’t imagine that this is easy for you. For either of you.”

  Brett grunted in response and brushed his thumb under the sleeve of my sweater. “I don’t want Claire’s baby. I actually never even wanted kids until I met Evvie.”

  My heart swelled. “If we’re never blessed with children, as long as I have Brett, I am happy.”

  Dr. Santos nodded. “Have you contacted your lawyer, just in case?”

  “Yes,” Brett said, cupping my inner thigh. The move, although small, reminded me of our first date. If I knew then what I know now, would I have still agreed to go out with him? I’d like to think I would.

  “Now, back to you two.”

  I was thankful for the change in subject. “What about us?”

  “Still getting nightmares?”

  “Yes,” Brett replied, brushing his thumb back and forth against my thigh.

  “But he’s not waking me up,” I quickly added.

  “What do you do after waking up from the nightmare?” Dr. Santos crossed his ankle over the opposite knee and sat back in his chair.

  “I take a cold shower,” Brett mumbled.

  “Do you give yourself the release your body needs?”

  I couldn’t help it. A prickle of pleasure ran over my skin at the mere thought of Brett touching himself. So inappropriate, Evvie.

  “No.”

  Dr. Santos nodded once. “I get why you don’t want to wake Evvie. I honestly do. But if you don’t give yourself the release your body craves, it’ll build and build until you explode. And then you won’t be able to control yourself at all.”