CHAPTER FIVE
W hen I woke, I opened my eyes lazily, expecting to see Brett next to me. None one was there. I lifted onto my elbow, and then spotted him coming in the door wearing a pair of sweats.
“You okay?” he asked.
“I thought…” I frowned. “Never mind.”
He climbed onto the bed with me. “Lay on your stomach.”
I did as he asked, but felt disoriented. Once I was on my stomach, Brett climbed onto my thighs, careful not to exert too much pressure, and started massaging my shoulders.
“You thought I changed my mind, didn’t you?” Brett asked.
When I didn’t respond, he leaned in, lips touching my ear.
“I didn’t change my mind. I love you, Evie.”
“Get off.”
He straightened. “What?”
“Get off of me so I can hug you.”
With a chuckle, Brett got off my legs. I turned around, completely naked, and wrapped my arms around him.
“The power went back on,” Brett murmured in my ear. “I was just shutting off the lights downstairs.”
“Is it still snowing?”
“Not anymore. Looks like they might have the road open again by later today.”
I frowned. “I don’t want everyone else to come.”
He ran his tongue along the seam of my lips until I opened my mouth. “It’s just us right now. Let’s take advantage of it.”
I couldn’t argue. My body was already throbbing with need for him. But Brett seemed to have an agenda. He crawled behind me, kissing my shoulders as he made the transition. He ran his fingers down my spine, making me shiver.
“On your hands and knees,” he said.
I did what he said, so turned on I could barely wait for him to be inside of me. The bed shifted and I could tell Brett was taking off his sweats.
“I’ve been hard for you since I woke up this morning,” he said.
Then I felt it, his dick touching my ass cheek. I almost whimpered.
“Brett…”
“Almost.”
He ran his fingers along my spine again before leaning over and cupping my tits in both hands. My arms shook slightly, from anticipation and pleasure. When he squeezed my nipples, I breathed out, ready to tell him to get inside me already.
Then he ran one hand down to my pussy, cupping its warmth before sliding one finger, then two, inside of me.
“So wet, so fast,” he said.
“I want you.”
Brett circled his fingers over my clit, and my arms nearly gave out. And while I was focusing on simply not falling on my face, his dick slid inside of me, even deeper than last night. I was already about to come, panting his name, even before he started fucking me.
As if he knew this, Brett stopped touching my pussy and instead gripped my hips. He started slow at first, leisurely, sliding in and out with painstaking precision. Hitting me in all the right spots. But when I heard his breathing grow as labored as mine, I knew he was getting close.
I pressed my hips back against his, and then continued the motion, countering his thrusts. His balls hit my clit every time he shoved into me, making me go crazy.
After another thrust, his fingers tightened hard and he shoved his hips against my ass as he poured into me. I heard the catch of his breath, felt the shudder of his body. And the next moment, his fingers were on my clit again as he pumped a few more times, bringing me to my own release.
My arms collapsed beneath me and I squeezed the comforter in my fists as my whole word tilted, fireworks exploding behind my eyes. “Oh, God. Brett—”
He only squeezed harder until both of us had used up the last ounce of energy on the orgasm. After a moment, Brett pulled out of me, his cum trailing down my leg.
I lay on my stomach, content to relax while he shuffled around behind me. “What are you doing?”
“Checking my voicemails.”
I glanced over my shoulder and spotted his phone to his ear.
“It’s Jeff,” he said, smiling at me. Then his smile vanished. “They reopened the road. He’s leaving there soon.”
My heart clutched. I knew what this meant for me. That I’d have to be honest with Jeff. But he always looked out for me, wanted the best for me, and I wasn’t worried. At least not about my end of things.
“We should probably get cleaned up,” Brett said.
I followed his lead and walked to the bathroom. He started the water in the shower and nudged me in first. I couldn’t find as much pleasure in it as I should considering Brett was naked and had his soapy hands all over my body. But I was worried about what he’d say to Jeff. Or if he’d say anything at all.
Once we were out and dressed, we walked to the kitchen and Brett pulled out a skillet. “I’ll cook you breakfast. You’ve got to be hungry.”
I nodded quietly and went for the refrigerator to see what we had. I was hungry, but that hunger was mixed with worry, churning deep in my gut. “You think all this is still good?”
“Should be fine. The fridge wasn’t opened at all last night, and I think the power came back on in the middle of the night.”
I brought him eggs and bacon, and helped by making toast and pouring orange juice. When we finally sat down to eat, I was counting down the minutes until Jeff arrived. I could only finish half my breakfast, but when I stood to clear my plate, Brett caught my arm.
“What’s wrong?”
“It’s nothing.”
He pulled me onto his lap, making me smile a little. “That’s better, but I know something is wrong.”
“Jeff’s going to be here soon, and this will all be over.”
“Why does it have to be over?”
I shrugged, though I knew exactly why. And so did he. “You’re really going to touch me like this when he’s around?”
“Yes.”
“Really? That simple?”
Brett gripped my chin, turning my face so I met his eyes. “As far as I’m concerned, we’re together now. I’ll touch you when I want to touch you because you’re mine. And I’m yours. Jeff is going to have to understand that.”
My mouth opened in surprise. Then I wrapped my arms around his neck as relief trickled in. “I really love you.”
“I love you, too.”
“You’re the only one who really knows me, inside and out,” I said.
Brett nodded. “Me too.” He kissed me. “We’ll make it work.”
“We’ll make it work,” I repeated.
“Good.” Brett grinned and glanced to the window. “Because it sounds like he’s here.”
My stomach jumped but he only squeezed my hand calmly. “Why don’t you let me do the talking?”
I laughed. “Are you sure that’s a good idea?”
“It’s love, and Jeff will understand that. He has to.”
Brett was right. When I stood, he kept my hand in his own, and we both faced the door. Time to tell my brother all about the man I loved.