I slide another one in, and I hiss in a breath. “So fucking wet, baby,” I growl as I start to fuck her roughly. “I’m gonna make you beg,” I tell her, and her hips buck.
I loosen my grip on her neck and allow her to breathe. I like being in charge of her air, but I sure as hell don’t want her passing out. Where’s the fun in that?
She arches her neck as she sucks in a breath of air. Her hands let go of my wrist, and she reaches down, grabbing my other hand that is finger fucking her. She pulls them out. “Stop,” she says roughly. I feel her swallow under my hand that stays around her throat.
“Not gonna happen,” I tell her as I slide a finger back into her.
“Baby,” she breathes. “Stop.” She grabs my hand again and yanks it away.
I release her neck and grab both of her wrists. I shift myself over her as I pin them both down on either side of her face. “Quit telling me to stop,” I growl. “We both know you don’t mean it.”
“No!” she snaps. “Not now.”
I smile down at her. “I like the way you tell me no. As if you really mean it.”
She looks up at me; she no longer has that look of want. Her eyes are narrowed as she breathes heavily. I smile down at her. That feisty look is back. “Your parents are home,” she snaps then takes a deep breath. “We can’t do this here.”
“They won’t hear you,” I tell her, but it’s a lie, and she knows it. I would fuck her in every room in this house if I could. To make new memories. She’s like a breath of fresh air in the middle of a downpour. Even when I feel like I can’t breathe, she breathes for me. When I feel like I can’t get through the pain, she is the high to make me forget. She is exactly what I need. And I need her right now!
“Yes, they will,” she argues. Then her eyes soften, and she smiles up at me. “I can’t be quiet with you.” She licks her lips, and I imagine her licking my cock while I fuck her face.
“Then we will have to get creative,” I say, my hands still pinning hers down by her head.
She looks at me and bites her lip nervously. “What do you mean creative?” she asks slowly.
“If I can keep you quiet, will you let me fuck you?” I ask for permission. I’ve never slept with a woman who didn’t want me. I want her to want me. She can pretend she doesn’t, but we both know she does.
“I’d never tell you no, Brecken,” she answers softly, and I feel my cock swell at her words. I could have this woman anytime I want. Anywhere I want. And that is hot as fuck. “And we both know that,” she says matter-of-factly.
“I know.” I smile. “But I still like to hear you say it.”
I slide her hands up above her head. I cross them at the wrists and pin them down with one hand. I then take my free and grab a hold of my hard cock. I have to fuck her right now. I’m gonna go insane if I don’t. I never thought being back here at this house would be this easy. And she is the reason why. I loved Nicole, and her leaving was tragic, but my father was right. They lost a son as well. I quit calling; I never came home. I was just as dead to them as Nicole was to me. But this woman lying underneath me is slowly bringing me back to life. I will protect her no matter what it’s gonna cost me.
My knees spread her legs, and in the next second, I’m sliding myself inside her tight pussy. I moan as she arches her back, letting out a small cry as I stretch her. Fill her. And I don’t even bother with a condom. I wanna feel her. All of her.
“Baby,” she breathes. She fists her hands as I hold her wrists down with one hand. I like the way her soft skin feels.
I take my free hand and place it over her mouth. Her eyes hooded, she breathes heavily through her nose. “I’d much rather have my hand around your throat than your mouth.” I lean my head down to her neck. “Fuck, I’d much rather hear you scream,” I say through gritted teeth as her pussy tightens around my cock. “But I’m gonna fuck you. Right here. Right now.” Then I start to move my hips. She arches her back, and her hands fight for freedom. I like how wet she gets when she doesn’t receive it. I just hold on tighter. I just fuck her harder. Her muffled moans urge me on. I feel her lips part underneath my hand, and she tries to suck in a breath, but she gets nothing. Her tits bounce as I move my hips back and forth, and I wish I could touch them. Bend down and suck on her hard nipples. But I can’t. Both of my hands are busy holding her down and keeping her quiet. So I just watch her. I watch her body take what I’m willing to give her, and that’s all of me.
This woman is quickly becoming an obsession. A drug I need to get through my days and nights. Her legs wrap around my hips, and they tighten on me as I feel her pussy tighten. She’s close, so close to letting go, and I wish I could hear her scream my name. I wish I could rip her off this bed and shove her up against the wall. I want to be wild with her. I want to show her what she had been missing out with her exes and how I can take her higher than any other man. “Come for me, baby,” I say through gritted teeth. The sound of our bodies slapping together grows louder, and sweat beads on my chest as I fuck her with all that I have in this position. And just like the other times I’ve taken control of her, she gives me exactly what I want.
SKYE
I get out of bed on shaky legs and start to pick up my clothes. I turn to face Brecken as he puts on his jeans. “Do I have marks on me?” I ask. His hand was over my mouth the entire time. At one point, his fingers dug into my cheeks. I liked it. I shouldn’t have, but I did. I like the way he treats me like a whore. I like the way my body wants whatever he gives it. It’s as if I’m his personal slave. Unable to stop him. But I’m willingly his slave.
Fuck me, Brecken!
Take me, Brecken!
Dominate me, Brecken!
I guess it’s kinda pathetic if you think about how much I’m letting him control me. But I want it. I welcome it. I’m tired of having to be the one in charge. The one running from a past I can’t change. I find it refreshing. Just lying back and letting him make the decisions. And the fact that I have these incredible orgasms doesn’t hurt either.
He places his shirt over his head and walks over to me. “Let me look.” He takes my hands in his. He checks my wrists. They’re a little red but not bad. He held them above my head the entire time. He lets them go. “Look up,” he orders. I do. “Your neck is good,” he assures me. Then he places his hands on either side of my face. His dark brown eyes look at me as if he’s trying to find something. When his eyes meet mine, he smiles. “Nope. All good.” Then he leans down and kisses me. A long and slow kiss that almost knocks me off my shaky legs.
When he pulls away, I’m breathing heavy. “I’ll meet you in the kitchen.” Then he leaves. I let out a sigh as I grab my shirt and place it over my head. I then open the bedroom door and tiptoe across the hallway to the bathroom. “Fuck!” I hiss when I look at myself in the mirror. That little bastard lied to me. My neck is red but not nearly as bad as my cheeks from where his hand was over my mouth. My hair is a matted mess, and I have bags under my eyes.
I turn on the water and grab the bar of soap. I start to scrub my face and neck as good as I can as I cuss him.
Five minutes later, I walk into the kitchen. He sits at the table and looks up at me. He smiles a slow and cocky smile knowing that he had lied to me. I ignore him by looking away.
“You guys didn’t get much sleep,” his mother says as she stands in the kitchen.
“We got enough,” he says looking up at me, and he actually winks. It’s adorable, but I roll my eyes as if he’s exaggerating.
“Any plans for today?” she asks.
He shakes his head. “We’re just gonna hang out here,” he answers and then he adds. “We’re gonna leave in the morning. We’re gonna have to miss your party this weekend.”
She stops what she’s doing and walks over to him. She places her hands on his shoulders and smiles. “I hate that you’re leaving so soon, but we understand.” She leans down and kisses his cheek. “I’m just glad you came home.” She stands up and looks at me. An
d I swear she mouths a thank you. I’m not sure what she’s thanking me for, but I can see a change in him. On the plane, he was trying to drink himself into a coma, and he couldn’t sit still. I could tell he was nervous, jittery, and I just couldn’t figure out why. But I understood the moment I walked into his old bedroom what coming here had meant to him. Demons. Nightmares. I get that. We all have them, but some are more powerful than others are. But he’s different now. I slowly sit down at the table as I listen to him talk to his father about how the weather has been here the last few months, and I smile. I see a part of him that is almost … human. He’s always in a bad mood, short tempered, but I feel this is the real him.
He looks at me, and my heart beats fast at the look on his face. So soft, so … loving. He looks away to his mother and smiles. “Maybe we can come back next month.”
***
The next morning, we sit on the plane as they load it. We’re in the back so, thankfully, people don’t have to walk past us to find their seats. Brecken stands up. “I’m gonna use the restroom before we take off.” Then he walks away.
I open up the SkyMall magazine as I hear a beeping sound. I look over to see his cell phone on the seat. I lift it up and look at it.
Monica: Tomorrow, baby. Like usual. My place.
I put it back down on the seat. I drop the magazine on my lap and sit with my shoulders back looking straight ahead to the seat in front of me. And I swallow the bile that rises in my throat. I’m not sure why I’m surprised. He’s fucking other women as well as me.
I actually laugh at myself. Of course, he is. We’re not together. We’re not this couple that I somehow thought we had become. If we do this, you’re mine. I never stopped to think what mine meant. I never asked ‘Are you mine as well’? Thank God, I’m on birth control because I’ve been too stupid to say ‘Hey, wrap that monster up.’ I look at it and practically start drooling at the mouth. Fuck, he’s been in there too. I have an urge to wash my mouth out with bleach. If I spit it out, would it kill me?
How stupid I have been. Has he even been helping me try to find Tiffany’s killer? Or has he just been fucking me for fun? He didn’t tell you about Robert. He didn’t tell you that he knew James. It was all right there in front of my face this entire time.
I hate my body right now. I hate that every time he’s touched me, I’ve come. I hate that I let him fuck my ass, more than once. I’ve screamed his name like he was the fucking king of my world. I fist my hands down by my side and close my eyes trying to take in a calming breath. I fucking hate him.
So it’s settled. As soon as I get back home, I will separate myself from him. I know Robert can be a lead now. That’s all I need. Jet can’t find Robert, but I sure as hell can.
I see a flight attendant walk by, and I stop her. “May I have a headset?” I ask. I sure as hell don’t want to talk to him.
As she walks away, he comes back and sits down. “Will you put this in your purse for me?” he asks holding his cell out to me. I reach out and grab it with two fingers as if it is going to bite me or give me a disease and then drop it into my purse.
“Here you go, ma’am.” The flight attendant returns with my earbuds.
“Thank you,” I mumble before placing them in my ears and blocking him out. Just like I’m gonna do the moment we get off this plane.
***
We exit the plane, and we haven’t spoken a single word to each other. I watched a movie the entire time, and he actually fell asleep.
He pulls our luggage as we walk through the airport. Thankfully, we don’t have to wait for any at the baggage claim. We walk outside and make our way to the parking lot where we left his Range Rover. Once we are inside, he calls Jet on his hands free. I place my arms over my chest and look out his window as he pulls out of the parking lot.
“You guys back?” Jet asks as he answers.
“Yes,” Brecken tells him. “Where are we headed?”
“I have her at a hotel. It’s under a different name, and I have her a license to go with it.”
“Wow. Aren’t you the crooked cop?” Brecken says with a laugh. I roll my eyes. I bet Monica thinks he’s funny.
Jet laughs as well. “I have a few friends who aren’t on the force,” he says sounding proud of himself.
“Where are we going?” Brecken asks.
Jet tells him to meet him somewhere other than the hotel to give me my fake license so it doesn’t look suspicious when I arrive to check in and then they hang up.
“Did you sleep on the plane?” he asks me.
“Nope.”
He looks over at me as if he just now realizes something is wrong. He frowns. “Everything okay?” he asks reaching over to take my hand.
I don’t give it to him. “Fine,” is my clipped answer.
He takes his hand back and sighs heavily. “You’re lying,” he says matter-of-factly.
“Seems I’m not the only one who does that.” I can’t help but say.
“What the fuck does that mean?” he demands, his attitude changing instantly.
I stay silent, and he seems to take the hint that I’m done talking to him. We meet up with Jet, and I stay in the car as they exchange the things I need. Twenty minutes later, we pull up downtown at the hotel.
He reaches out to hand me the license. I grab it and then go to get out of the car, but he won’t let go of it. “Let go, Brecken,” I demand.
He smiles. He had that same smile back at his parents. It shows off his white teeth and little dimples. It almost makes him look friendly. Approachable. “What’s wrong, babe? Just grab it.” Now, he’s being playful? This guy has some major mood swings.
“Don’t call me babe,” I yell still pissed off at myself more than I am at him. He never pretended we were anything more. I was the one who made the mistake, allowing myself to get used to someone being there for me. Wanting me. Tiffany was gone, and I latched on to the only other person who was there. My fault.
I let out a growl and then yank it from his grip. I open the back door, grab my bag, and slam it shut.
I silently thank Jet as the lady behind the fancy hotel welcomes me and wishes me a great stay. I take the elevator up to the fifteen floor and let out a sigh of annoyance when the door opens and there stands Brecken. “How did you know I’d be on this floor?” I ask only half caring.
He shrugs carelessly as his back is against my door. “I know everything.”
I snort. “Move,” I say looking up at him with hard eyes. He chuckles but does as I say. I open the door, and I come to a stop. It’s a gorgeous hotel. It’s fancy, and something I can’t afford. “I can’t stay here,” I say turning around to leave.
Brecken shuts the door and turns to face me. “Why not?”
“I can’t afford it.” I place my hands on my hips.
“I’m paying for it,” he says simply.
I let out a growl. “The fuck you are,” I snap.
“What is wrong with you?” he asks, his eyes narrowing on me. No more playing. “What happened since we left my parents that has you acting like a bitch?”
My mouth falls open. “Bitch?” I breathe. “I’m being a bitch?”
“Yes.”
I throw my head back laughing. “And you’re being a dick,” I shout.
He places his hands out to the side. “What have I done?” He gestures to the hotel room. “I’m trying to help you.”
“Well, stop! I don’t need your help.”
He opens his mouth, but his phone goes off alerting him of a message. “Need to get that?” I ask.
“It can wait.” He waves it off.
“It may be Monica.” I bite my tongue the moment I say it. Shit! Why did I say that? Why do I have to care? Tiffany is dead. I should be worrying about finding her killer, not worrying who the hell he is fucking beside me.
He tilts his heads to the side, and his brows pull together. “What … what are you …?”
I lift my hand and hang my head in it. I opened my mo
uth. Now, I look like a raging jealous bitch. I just keep digging my hole deeper and deeper. “Just forget it.” I sigh running a hand through my hair.
“I won’t forget it.” He takes a step toward me. “Why did you say it may be Monica?” he asks, his voice softer than before.
I’ve already mentioned Monica, so there’s no way around it now. “When you went to the bathroom on the plane, your phone was on your seat. Monica text you.” His eyes widen. “She wants you to come over tomorrow. You know, the usual. Her place. Babe.” He sighs. “It didn’t say to fuck, but I’m sure that’s what she meant.”
He looks away from me and runs a hand through his hair. “It’s not what you think,” he says after a long second.
“So you’re not having sex with her?” I ask rolling my eyes. How stupid does he think I am?
“No. I am.”
I hate that my chest tightens at his honesty. “At least you’re honest,” I mumble.
“No. I mean.” He stumbles over his words, and it’s so not him. I’ve never seen him so flustered. “We were sleeping together, yes. But I haven’t slept with her since I started sleeping with you.”
I shake my head. “Don’t feed me what you think I wanna hear.” I walk past him and open the door. “You can leave now,” I say flatly.
“I’m not leaving. I’m staying here with you.”
“Here’s the thing. I don’t want you here with me,” I say stomping my foot.
“Why not?” he asks as if he can’t understand.
“I just showed you that I was jealous,” I say through gritted teeth, mad that he is making me say it out loud. “And you admitted to sleeping with her. I don’t want you to stay here with me. I don’t need you here with me. I just want you to leave.” When I finish, I’m breathing heavy, and my heart is beating fast.
He walks over to me and places his hands on my face. “I like that you’re jealous,” he admits, and I sigh.
“I have no reason to be. I just ... I just thought.” I lick my lips nervously. “I’m not sure what I thought,” I lie.
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