Revealed by You (Torn) (22 page)

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.

We were greeted with the onslaught of screaming metal music. It was so loud, it made my ears ring.

Kane hurried to the speaker holding the small music player and shut it off. “Call him.”

I pulled my phone out of my bag and dialed Brett’s number. Kane and I exchanged glances when we heard his phone go off in the bedroom.

Heading down the hall, my heart thumped hard. I didn’t know what to expect. I didn’t know what I would walk in on. I just prayed that everything was alright. That Brett was fine.

Taking a breath, I pushed open the door.

“Evvie,” Kane whispered.

I turned on the light and gasped.

“Holy shit.”

My gaze travelled down a completely naked Brett lying in the middle of his bed. His wrists and ankles bound to the bedposts. Dark purple bruises covered his body, scratches, scrapes and cuts ate at his skin. My body froze. My brain was screaming for me to go to him but I couldn’t move. I couldn’t…
do
anything.

“Evvie.”

I jumped and spun on Kane. “G-go…c-call the police.”

He nodded, his eyes saddening.

A hard lump burned my throat and I took a tentative step towards Brett. “Brett?” My voice came out as a croak.

Who did this to him? Why? Why would anyone do this to him?

I moved around the bed and undid the restraints when Brett started thrashing on the bed. My heart sped up, the blood pounding in my ears as I couldn’t get the restraints undone fast enough. “Brett, stop. I can’t…”

He pulled hard on the black leather bonds. He groaned, his body tense.

“Stop. Please. Brett.” I yanked on the last restraint, finally getting him loose when he shot off the bed and tackled me to the ground. The wind was knocked out of me as my back hit the floor. “Brett,” I said, gasping for air. My lungs burned as I took deep breaths.

Rough, needy hands roamed up my body before he pulled me under him. “I…” He cleared his throat and brushed his nose along the side of my neck. “I need to smell you,” he croaked. “Make sure you’re real.” He inhaled, his tense body relaxing.

“I’m real.” I ran my hands down his sweat soaked back, biting my lip from crying out when my fingers grazed over rough ridges. Raised jagged flesh covered his skin. My body shook. I saw red. Bile rose to my throat.

Brett’s chest rose and fell, his big body shaking in my arms. “Don’t leave me. Please don’t leave me.”

He repeated those words over and over in my ear, his throat going raw.

Tears rolled down my cheeks as I held him, his heavy body relaxing as he passed out in my arms. “Never,” I whispered, holding onto him. “I’m here. I’m yours.”

***

“Who did this to you?” My voice shook as I tried holding back the tears that threatened to escape. I brushed a hand down Brett’s cheek, his stubble scratching my skin. Running my fingers through his hair, I looked down at his still form covered by a hospital gown and a blanket.

His chest rose and fell, his hand gripping my inner thigh tight. Even passed out from medication, he still knew where I was.

After he tackled me in his bedroom once I got him free, Kane and the EMTs had arrived moments later. Kane didn’t seem surprised that Brett was in my arms. When I had asked him why, he told me that Brett’s love for me was deeper than anything he had ever seen. Apparently there was a layer of Brett’s love for me that I didn’t realize.

They carried him out on a stretcher but wouldn’t tell me a thing. I begged, pleaded for them to tell me…something.

“Ma’am, visiting hours are over.”

Thoughts interrupted, I glared at a nurse as she lifted Brett’s hand to check his vitals.

“I’m his family,” I croaked. My throat was raw from the anger and pain I felt for Brett.

“Wife?”

“Yes,” I lied.

Her brown eyes searched my face before she nodded once and left.

That’s what I thought. They would have to pry my cold lifeless body from him before they would be able to get me to leave Brett’s side.

The doctors and medical staff that had worked on Brett determined that he had a broken rib, minor cuts and bruises and that he was drugged.
Drugged
. With what, I wasn’t sure.

It had been three hours since Kane and I had walked in on Brett. Kane never asked me if I thought Brett had cheated on me but I remembered the accusatory glint in his eyes. Under different circumstances it could have looked like he had cheated on me but I knew different. I knew deep down in the recesses of my soul, that I was his. I was enough for him.

My eyes welled with unshed tears. “Brett…my lover, my best friend…my…mine,” I sobbed and kissed his head. “Wake up.”

The doctor had knocked him out to help with the pain but I needed to hear his voice. For him to say my name. To tell me that it was okay and that everything would be alright. Seeing him so still and innocent left me ready to kill whoever did this to him. I had a feeling I knew already. I knew it was the calm before the storm. Deep down in my gut, I knew something else was going to happen.