Possessed by You

by Jo-Anna Walker

  He turned his head to mine, his blue eyes darkening with lust. “You want me to break?”

  I brushed my mouth along his, igniting a spark between us. “I want to make you think of just me.”

  “I do,” he whispered.

  My heart gave a start, not sure if I heard him properly.

  He squeezed his eyes shut, small bursts of air leaving his full lips. “Faster.”

  My arm muscles burned as I gave him what he wanted. What he needed.

  Brett moved his hips in tune with my even strokes. Sweat coated his brow and his breathing picked up. “Harder, Evvie,” he demanded.

  My eyes widened when he ripped off the towel and covered my hand with his. His fingers curled around mine, squeezing as we stroked him together. Teaching me. Showing me what he wanted

  My breath quickened as his cock jerked in my fingers, the warm essence of his release coating our joined hands.

  “Evvie,” he said on a growl as he came hard, spurting his semen onto his lower belly.

  I kissed his neck. Slowing my strokes, I brought my fingers up to my lips and licked the saltiness of him off of them. I moaned, my core throbbing with the need for him.

  Brett’s chest rose and fell, his nostrils flaring as he watched me. His eyes darkened with an animalistic hunger before he grabbed my hand.

  My breath caught when he pushed me back onto the bed. My body hummed, spreading my legs wide for him as he crawled between my knees.

  He leaned down, brushing his nose along my neck and inhaled. “Mine.”

  My body buzzed as I stared up into Brett’s deep blue gaze. I panted, brushing my thumb along his lip before covering his mouth. He groaned, opening for me. I was hungry for him.

  I wrapped my hands around his neck, pulling him against me, deepening the kiss as he sank his cock into me.

  A gasp escaped my lips as he pushed into me, diving deep before pulling out slowly. A shiver ran down my back, rocking me to the very core. I was lost to him.

  The sound of a door slamming shut made my heart jump.

  He released my mouth and looked down at me. A wicked glint flashed in his passion filled gaze.

  He pulled out and leaned down to my ear. “Think you can be quiet, lover?”

  I panted and whimpered when he lowered into me in a hard thrust.

  He covered my mouth with his hand and kissed my jaw. “Shhh, lover.”

  I moaned as he brought my knee up to my chest, pushing into me deep. Oh God, Kane was home and I had to be quiet. Not good. Not good at all, Evvie.

  My fingers gripped the mattress as Brett’s hips sped up, pumping into me hard. I cried out around his hand, squeezing my eyes shut, forcing myself to be quiet.

  “Every time I’m near you,” he breathed against my neck. “I need to have you.”

  I panted, spreading my legs, opening to him.

  His thrusts sped up, plowing into me with a fervor that was desperate. “It’s a need so strong, it possesses me.”

  I moaned, my core clenching around him as he thrust into me hard. His words washed over me like a blanket of silk.

  He replaced his hand with his mouth, devouring me. His hands roamed down my body, kneading in their paths as his body tensed above me.

  “Brett?” I said against his lips.

  He lifted his head and brushed his fingers down my cheek before kissing my mouth. Slow and tender as he licked his way between my lips.

  I deepened the kiss, pouring everything I felt for him as I lifted my hips.

  “Shit.” He lifted his head and shuddered as he came on a growl, filling me with his semen.

  I pulled his mouth down to mine, swallowing his groan.

  He pushed into me one last time that set off a tremor of pure raw bliss. I shook around him, coming undone as my body heated from ecstasy.

  I rained kisses on his face and wrapped my arms around him, pulling him tighter against me. The scent of him coated us as the remnants from his earlier release meshed between our bodies.

  “I enjoy when you smell like me,” he said against my mouth.

  “Brett, I think we should—”

  A soft knock on the door made me jump.

  “Brett, phone,” Kane said, his voice muffled by the closed door.

  Brett lifted his head and looked down at me, grinning.

  My cheeks heated at being caught and I chewed my bottom lip.

  He kissed me fully on the mouth, pulling my lip from the onslaught of my teeth. “Never been caught with a man in your bed before, lover?”

  I huffed and pushed him off of me.

  He chuckled and rested his head on his arm, pulling the thin sheet over him.

  I took a breath and met his gaze. The way he casually laid back in my bed like nothing had happened and that we weren’t just caught by my very large best friend made me frown. Why was he so calm?

  I rose from the bed and pulled on a robe. Taking a deep breath, I opened the door. “Hi, Kane.”

  Kane eyes narrowed. “Brett’s damn phone has been ringing for half an hour.”

  “Thanks man,” Brett mumbled from my bed.

  “No problem, boss. And Evvie?”

  I looked up at him.

  “I’m not cleaning the bathroom,” he said on a laugh.

  I scowled and slammed the door shut, heat creeping up the back of my neck.

  “Red looks good on you, lover,” Brett teased.

  I glared and slapped the phone in his hand, crawling onto the bed beside him.

  He chuckled and lifted the sheet.

  I pulled off the robe and spread myself over his body, resting my head against his arm.

  His hand rubbed small circles on my upper back as he checked his phone.

  “Shit.”

  My stomach twisted and I looked up at Brett as he threw his phone on the bed. He scrubbed a hand down his face and huffed, his shoulders tensing.

  “Is everything okay?”

  His jaw clenched and he gently pushed me off of him before rising from the bed. He picked the towel up off the floor and wrapped it around his waist.

  “What’s wrong?” I asked, hopping off the bed.

  He looked around the room. “My clothes are wet,” he mumbled.

  “I’ll put them in the dryer.” I closed the distance between us and placed a hand on his arm. “Brett?”

  He let out a heavy sigh, his gaze finally meeting mine. “I have to go.”

  My stomach sunk. “You have no clothes to wear.”

  “I know that,” he snapped.

  I glared. “What the hell is your problem, Brett?”

  Brett met my stare head on and raised his eyebrow before he sighed and turned away. “I’m sorry…I…”

  My body felt heavy as I threw on my house coat and left the confines of the bedroom. I didn’t know who was trying to get a hold of Brett but it made my stomach clench, knowing that it pissed him off.

  I grabbed his clothes and threw them in the dryer when a shadow crossed my path. I rose and met Kane’s hard stare. “What’s up?” I asked, casually.

  “Be careful,” was all he said as he left the doorway.

  My mouth hung open and I shook myself. I quickly headed to the washroom, cleaned myself up and went back to my room. I braced myself before opening the door.

  “I can’t see you anymore,” Brett said as I shut the door.

  My stomach dropped to my feet and I opened my mouth to reply when I saw him holding a phone to his ear. A breath of relief left me making my heart flutter.

  “No. I told you that we’re through…no…I don’t care…Claire, dammit, listen to me. It’s over.”

  The hackles rose on the back of my neck. He was talking to a woman. A woman who clearly still had her claws into him. A woman that had affected him and got under his skin.

  “I’m not discussing this with you. Whatever we had is over. Yes, there is…that’s none of your fucking business.”

  I wanted to go to him. Comfort him but the intense air of rage seepin
g from his pores stopped me.

  “What do you want me to tell you, Claire? That I loved you? Because it’s not fucking true. Fine…yes…you better not…shit.” Brett lifted the phone from his ear and huffed. “How much did you hear?”

  I startled and cleared my throat. “Enough.”

  He nodded and rose to his feet. He pulled back the covers and met my gaze. “Get in.”

  I raised an eyebrow. “Who’s Claire?”

  “Don’t worry about it.”

  My jaw tensed as his eyes went cold. “Brett.”

  “Get. In.”

  My back stiffened and I ripped off the housecoat.

  His gaze travelled down my naked body as I took a step towards him. “Evvie,” he husked.

  I placed a hand on his chest, slowly grazing my fingers down his torso. “An ex-girlfriend?”

  He grabbed my wrist, his eyes darkening in warning. “I don’t have ex-girlfriends.”

  I pulled out of his grip. “A fuck-buddy?”

  Brett wrapped a hand around my throat and pushed me onto the bed, covering my body with his. “I don’t want to talk about her,” he snarled.

  I gasped, struggling against his hold when his grip on me only tightened. “Brett.”

  He leaned into my face, his mouth mere inches from mine. “Jealous, lover?”

  I glared and grabbed his wrist as he tilted my head back. “Let go of me.”

  He brushed his lips along mine sending a flutter of pleasure racing down my back. “Does it turn you on?”

  My stomach clenched and I shoved out of his grip. I pushed him and sat up when he grabbed my wrists, pinning me under him. My chest rose and fell at the added force as we stared at each other. “You’re an asshole.”

  He smirked, his hold on my wrists tightening as he lowered his head to my neck. He licked and sucked my skin, breathing deep while pushing his pelvis against mine.

  I bit back a moan, my body tensing that no matter how much of a prick he was being, I would always want him.

  “You are so fucking hot, lover. I know it pisses you off that you give in so easily to me.”

  My eyes widened and I pushed him off of me. “You don’t know shit.”

  He chuckled, letting me up.

  I glared. A cold chill ran down my back mixing with the desire that curled in my belly. It set my blood racing on overdrive. I sat up and scrubbed a hand down my face and looked at him.

  A smug smile spread on his face as he laid there casually with an arm under his head, his dark gaze boring into mine.

  I ground my teeth together, my muscles quivering as my eyes roamed down his towel clad body. The back of my neck heated, my core throbbing.

  I shook my head and rose from the bed. Being there with him, without an ounce of clothing on, left me feeling exposed. He saw all of me. Took me to new levels of ecstasy I only dreamt about but I wasn’t one of his whores.

  I stomped to my dresser and pulled clothes out of the drawer.

  A phone rang, startling me when I realized it was my own. I quickly pulled on a t-shirt and picked up the cell. I sighed before meeting Brett’s gaze. “Hey Evan.”

  “Evvie,” he said, breathing heavy.

  I frowned. “What’s wrong?”

  “Shit…” A loud bang sounded through the phone making me jump. “Sorry, Ev. Hold on,” he called out. “You there?”

  “What’s going on?” I asked, leaning against the dresser.

  “Dropped my damn phone.”

  “Evan, what happened?” I watched Brett leave the room and come back a moment later with his clothes in his arms.

  “Evvie, Ethan’s in jail.”

  A breath left me on a whoosh as I crumpled to the floor. Not again. “What? Why?”

  Brett closed the distance between us and grabbed my free hand, rubbing his thumb over my palm. My heart stuttered, pulling the strength from him into me.

  Evan sighed. “Wrong place, wrong time. Same shit with that fucker.”

  “How long is he in jail for?” I asked, curling my fingers in Brett’s.

  “I don’t know yet. I just found out that he was picked up a week ago.”

  “Does Dad know?” I whispered.

  “Not yet, as far as I know. This is gonna fuck everything up. Dad’s supposed to be getting out any day now. He’s going to lose his shit once he finds out Ethan’s back in jail.”

  My stomach sunk. “What do you need from me?”

  “Go to Ethan. Tell him I’m contacting our lawyer and to stay out of fucking trouble.”

  “Okay. I’m headed there now.”

  “Evvie?”

  “Yeah?” I said, rising to my feet.

  “Be careful.”

  I sighed. “I will. I can handle him.”

  “I know.”

  I hung up the phone and tossed it on my desk. My heart raced as I took deep breaths, gripping the edge of the dresser. “Shit, Ethan.” What the hell was he thinking?

  “Evvie?” Brett cupped the back of my neck, rubbing his thumb up and down the side.

  I sighed and turned to him, wrapping my arms around his middle. The scent of fresh dried laundry invaded my nostrils, easing my racing heart.

  He ran a hand in small circles over my back, holding me against him. “Talk to me, lover.”

  I bit back a scoff. He wanted me to talk to him when he wouldn’t talk to me. “You want me to talk to you, when you’re all tight-lipped with me?”

  His body stiffened.

  I sighed and squeezed my eyes shut, snuggling into his chest. “My dumbass brother got himself locked up again.”

  “Again?”

  I let out a deep breath and pulled out of his grasp. “Since my mom died, he’s been in and out of jail. Hung out with the wrong kids.”

  “What was he charged with?”

  “I don’t know.” My chest ached, my head pounding as thoughts of my messed up family rained full force in my head. My mom would be so pissed if she were alive right now.

  A lump formed in my throat as I stepped out of Brett’s grasp. I pulled off my clothes and threw on a black lace bra and panty set. My heart stuttered when he did up the snaps at my back and kissed my shoulder. Our gazes locked in the mirror, the gentle touch making my body heat.

  Only knowing Brett for a couple of weeks, I felt bare, stripped completely like he could see inside my soul. Vulnerable. He touched me like he owned me but it was always in private. If we ever made our relationship official, would he become more possessive?

  I almost laughed at myself. What relationship? It’s just sex, Evvie.

  I stepped around him, clearing my throat and headed to the closet. I wanted more than sex. I wanted him. Always and completely but I didn’t know how to even begin telling him that.

  “Where’s your father?”

  My back stiffened as I pulled on a red blouse and did up the buttons, leaving the top four undone. “In jail but Evan said he’s supposed to be out soon. He could even be out now.”

  “Shit, Evvie.”

  I smiled lightly and wiggled into a black high wasted skirt, tucking in the ends of the shirt. “My whole young life, my brother and father have been in and out of jail. My middle brother, Everett was the smart one and left the country.” I turned to Brett and leaned against the wall. “Evan took care of Ethan and I. Because of him…” My eyes burned with unshed tears. “I’m sorry. I don’t know why I’m telling you this.” My cheeks heated.

  Brett stepped up to me and pinched my chin. He brushed his mouth along mine, sending my heart a flutter. “I like it when you talk to me.”

  My stomach jumped at the soft kiss on my lips. “I like that you listen to me,” I whispered.

  He smiled and kissed my nose. “You don’t seem too upset about your brother.”

  I scoffed. “It’s the same shit, different day. I’m used to it.” I turned to my mirror and frowned, the buttons on my shirt were done up all the way. I looked back at Brett. “Brett?”

  He met my gaze, staring at me head
on. His dark eyes challenged me to argue about the buttons. “Need a ride, lover?”

  My jaw clenched. “Please.”

  ***

  I could feel Brett glance at me every so often as I stared out the window. A brother and father that were both in jail. God, I could kill Ethan for doing this again.

  His hand cupped my inner thigh, comforting me. Claiming me as his. Mine.

  When Brett had said that I was his earlier, I couldn’t even begin to comprehend what he was saying as the passion tore through me. Was I his? I sure as hell wanted to be. But could my family accept him? Could he deal with the men in my life?

  He was jealous, possessive and we were only having sex. Confusion soared through my body. What the hell did it all mean?

  My phone rang and I paused before answering. “Hey Evan.”

  “You headed to see Ethan?”

  “Yes, I’m on my way now,” I answered, cupping Brett’s hand.

  “How are you getting there?”

  “Brett’s driving—”

  “Evvie.”

  “This is not the time for that shit,” I snapped.

  Evan huffed. “I don’t want you seeing him.”

  My back stiffened. “You have no right saying that to me.”

  “You don’t even fucking know him.”

  “I know him enough. At least he’s not being a jack ass right now.”

  “Evvie.”

  “No. I’m sick of all of you trying to control my life. I can see whoever I want, when I want.”

  Brett squeezed my thigh reassuringly.

  “Evan, I love you but you’re being an asshole. Brett has nothing to do with this. He’s here for me.” I sighed.

  “I’m sorry, sis. I’m just worried for Ethan but if Dad finds out about Brett…”

  I rolled my eyes. “Daddy is not going to do anything. I’m not scared of him like the rest of you.”

  Evan chuckled and let out a deep breath. “Call me after you see Ethan.”

  “I will.” I hung up and squeezed Brett’s hand, holding onto him. I needed him. I couldn’t deal with this shit on my own.

  Brett pulled into the parking lot of the large brick building. The local jail was older, a chain linked fence surrounded the yard, sporting guards at each entrance. The only thing new about this place were the cameras mounted on the wall every 20 or 30 feet. “When was the last time you were here?” he asked, looking down at me.