Revealed by You (Torn) (15 page)

He grinned and closed the distance between us. “Look at you. You’re absolutely stunning.”

My cheeks heated as I rose to my feet. Nick was taller than I remembered. His short brown hair cut into a crew cut, his deep brown eyes that I had remembered being captivated by years before, took me in.

“It’s nice to see you again, Nick.”

He pulled me into a hug before holding me at arm’s length, his gaze glancing down my body. “Wow. How long has it been?”

My stomach clenched at the heated look in his dark stare. I looked around the vast room. Brett was nowhere to be found. He would not be happy at all if he saw Nick’s hands on me. For the guy’s safety, I pulled away and sat down on the stool. “It’s been around ten years. Drink?”

He nodded and stared at me.

Okay…odd. I cleared my throat and walked around the bar. “What will you have?”

He frowned. “You work here?”

“I do.” It was my night off but the club was slow and Jake was busy so I didn’t see any harm in making the drinks myself. Not like Brett would notice anyways or care for that matter.

“I’ll have a beer,” Nick said, rubbing his fingers over his mouth.

Back in high school, I had the biggest crush on the guy but now, I wasn’t so sure what I saw in him. He came off as a smug asshole. I bit back a laugh. Brett was no different but he didn’t look at me like I was a piece of meat. A toy for his little game. God, what did I ever see in Nick?

“So, are you single, Evvie?”

Well, he moved fast. I placed the bottle of beer in front of Nick and moved around the bar but not before I saw Brett heading our way. My stomach clenched.
Oh shit
.

“Evvie?” Nick said from behind me.

“No, I’m not single,” I responded, not taking my eyes away from Brett.

He closed the distance between us and cupped the back of my neck before capturing my mouth in a hard demanding kiss. “Lover,” he snarled in warning.

My heart thudded and I gripped the front of his black suit jacket. “He’s an old friend, Brett.”

His blue eyes searched my face. “Friend or ex?”

I swallowed. “Both.”

Brett growled and pulled me beside him before wrapping an arm around my shoulders.

Nick rose to his feet and met Brett’s glare head on. “This the boyfriend, Evvie?”

I nodded. “Brett, this is Nick Rowan. Nick, Brett MacLean. He owns the club.”

Nick raised an eyebrow. “You’re dating the owner?”

“Yes.” I frowned. “Why?”

Nick’s brown eyes turned cold and accusatory.

What the hell did he think was going on between me and Brett? Did he think I was sleeping my way up the ladder? Little did he know, Brett approached me first.
Asshole
.

“I’ll catch you later, Ev.” Nick placed a card on the bar top in front of me. “We’ll chat over coffee.”

Brett tensed. “Like fu—”

“Brett,” I said, turning to him as Nick walked away. “You need to calm down.”

He leaned down to my ear. “I will calm down when I’m deep inside of you.”

I pushed him onto the stool and sat beside him. “You can’t get jealous over every guy that talks to me.”

“He’s your fucking ex, Evvie.” His strong jaw clenched and unclenched. “Did you sleep with him?”

“Yes,” I said, crossing my arms under my chest.

Brett frowned. “Did you lose your virginity to him?”

“Brett, I don’t—”

“Answer the fucking question,” he snapped.

My cheeks heated as customers near us looked our way. Okay, Brett needed to really calm down or else he was going to cause a scene. “Yes. Happy now?”

“No. Knowing that it wasn’t me that you lost your virginity to makes me furious,” he said through gritted teeth.

I rolled my eyes. “That was years ago. You didn’t lose your virginity to me and you don’t see me losing my shit over it.”

“That’s different.”

“How so?”

He grabbed my hand and kissed my ring finger, the gold band twinkling under the light. “How many men have you fucked?”

“Does it really matter?”

His nostrils flared. “Tell me.”

“Four.” But none of them had compared to Brett. At all. “And that includes you.” What the hell was his problem? “How about you, Brett? How many women have you slept with?”

His eyes narrowed.

I huffed. “Your whores kept coming back for more.”

“I have fucked many women in my time but none compared to you, Evvie,” he growled.

“You’re being an asshole, you know that, right?”

“How old were you?” he asked, tightening his hold on my hand.

I huffed. “I was seventeen when I lost my virginity. It had been years since I had sex before meeting you.” What can I say, I went through a very long dry spell. But I never craved sex like I do now since meeting Brett.

A twinkle of amusement flashed through his eyes as he pulled me closer to him. “How long did you sleep with him?”

“Brett, honestly. Forget about him. Nothing will happen.”

“I saw the way he looked at you, Evvie. He wants you.”

I rolled my eyes and went to pull my hand from his grip when he tugged me into his arms.

“Roll your eyes at me again, lover and I’ll bend you over my lap and slap that delicious ass.”

My body heated but I glared at him instead. “Yeah? Well you’re the one that’s being difficult. I can’t control when another man hits on me. You need to calm down and trust me.”

Brett’s gaze turned cold. “I don’t need to do shit.
You
need to know your place.”

My muscles quivered and I pushed him. “Yeah? And where’s that, Brett? With my legs wrapped around you as you bound and gag me? Or at your feet, bowing to your every dark sadistic desire?”

“Watch the tone,” he growled.

I pulled out of his grasp and sat back on the stool. “Whatever.”

“Office. Now,” he demanded.

I took a swig of my beer, ignoring him.

A heavy hand cupped the back of my neck. “If you know what’s good for you, you will listen to me.”

I smiled. I couldn’t help it. The whole thing was ridiculous but he pissed me off. His jealous rage although hot at times, at this very moment I was ready to kick him in the balls. “I’m drinking my beer and enjoying the music.”

“Lover.”

“What?” I turned to him. “You want me to go to your office so you can fuck me and pretend everything is fine? Cause it’s not, Brett. You can’t always get out of our fights by using sex.”

His grip on my neck tightened. “You never complained before.”

I shrugged. “So? Right now, I’m enjoying my drink.” I lifted the bottle when it was snatched from my hands and thrown across the bar. Glass and beer flew everywhere as it shattered against the wall.

“Oh real mature, asshole,” I snapped, pushing out of his hold.

His eyes darkened to the point of being black. “Get in my fucking office.
Now
.”

“Really, Brett?” I tried not to notice the people staring at us. “You’re causing a scene.”

He pinched my chin, forcing me to look up at him. “I don’t care. Everyone can hear what I have to fucking say to you. I don’t give a shit.”

“Then say it, Brett. Tell me how jealous you are. How much you wanted to punch Nick in the face for even talking to me. You going to do that with every guy? What about Kane? Jake? My fucking father! You going to punish me for letting them talk to me? Or do I have to go around with a sign on my chest saying,
I’m sorry, I’m taken. Don’t talk to me
.”

Our chests rose and fell as we sat and glared at each other. My body flushed with heat.

“Office,” he snarled.

I jumped to my feet and headed in the direction of his office. With a shaky hand, I opened the door when I was tackled from behind and pushed to the floor.

“I want you so fucking bad right now,” Brett snarled, fisting my hair in his hands.

“Show me.” I rolled over onto my back and gripped his shirt. My blood pumped in my ears as I ripped the dress shirt in half. Button’s flew around us, pinging off the wall and floor.

He growled and pulled at my clothes.

I struggled out of my panties and arched my back as he split my black cotton dress down the middle. My body throbbed, aching for him in a way that was dark and delicious. “Brett,” I begged.

He undid his belt and towered over me before crashing his mouth to mine.

My fingers trailed inside his shirt, scratching into his skin.

He lifted me in his arms and sat back at the same time as he impaled me.

I gasped, wrapping my arms around his neck. My body opened to him, taking him deep as I circled my hips against him.

“Hard, lover. Fuck. I need you rough.”

I moaned and rode him like he asked. Our bodies slapped together, my fingers digging into his muscles. “You feel so good.” I licked up the side of his neck to his jaw, the scruff of his five o’clock shadow scratching at my tongue. My body buzzed.

Anger and frustration circled around us as we used each other’s bodies for pleasure. Taking what we wanted and needed.

His teeth grazed over my collar bone before biting down. His hands pulled and kneaded at my skin. “Harder, Evvie. Use. Me.
Possess
me.”

Sweat ran down my back as I gave him what he demanded. What both of us craved. My muscles burned. It was rough, intense and I wouldn’t change anything about it. We scratched and pulled at each other, needing the connection more than anything.

A tingle spread from my tailbone to my neck before crashing into me hard. I screamed, his name leaving my lips as his hips sped up.

Brett lowered me to the floor and licked between my lips.

I smirked and pushed him onto his back. Brushing my nose up the side of his neck, I inhaled. The scent of leather, man and sex invaded my nostrils making my core clench around him. I was drunk with desire for this man. “I want to eat you.”

He growled and pushed me off of him before kneeling between my legs. His hands spread my knees apart. “Beautiful.”

I licked my lips as Brett pulled off his ripped shirt, his muscles straining and rippling under the movements. Red scratches marred his skin, sending a shiver down my body.
Mine
.

His eyes darkened. “The way you’re looking at me right now is fucking hot.”

I spread my legs as he towered over me. “How am I looking at you?” I asked, scratching my nails down the hard contours of his torso.

He nipped my ear, trailing bites along my jaw. “Like you want to eat me alive.”

I shook my head. “I want to
devour
you.”

He growled. “Take my thick cock,” he demanded, lowering back into me.

I moaned, my muscles stretching as he pushed between my legs. My thighs burned as he powered into me, my legs restrained under him. “Harder, Brett.” I swallowed a gasp and ran my fingers through his hair.

He grabbed a fistful of my blonde curls and pulled my head back. “Who do you belong to?”

“You,” I panted.

“Again.”

“You. Oh God, I belong to you.”

His hips sped up. “
Mine
.”

I scratched my nails down his back, marking him in my own way.

“That’s it. Scratch me. Mark me as yours, lover. Hurt
me
,” he demanded, breathing hard against my neck.

I pulled at his hair, scratched at his skin and met him thrust for thrust. My teeth grazed over his collar bone before I bit down.

His big body covered mine as he continued to demand his pleasure from me and I gave in. Willingly.

My pussy throbbed, aching from the rough force of his thick length. Sweat coated our bodies, our clothes were torn, hanging off of us in pieces. It was rough, passionate.
Delicious
. But I had the insatiable urge to do it over and over again.

The sounds of sex filled the air and I moaned, spreading myself wide for him.

Brett’s large hands cupped my inner thighs, squeezing tight as he powered into me with a ferocity we both craved.

His cock swelled as he pushed into me, filling me to the hilt as his body shook. He came hard, spurting his warmth into me.

My body relaxed, like I was melting into the floor.

He sat back on his hunches. He wiped the tip of his cock over my aching core, his release coating me. “Spread yourself for me.”

I reached between us and spread the folds of my sex, revealing my engorged clit.

He groaned and pushed the head of his length over the aching nub.

I whimpered, thrusting my hips to match his movements. “Oh Brett.”

He smirked and sped up his thrusts. “I’m going to come all over you, Evvie.”

I moaned. “Please. Mark me. I need you everywhere.”

He chuckled. “Oh I have been, don’t you forget it.”

I smiled and licked my lips. He had touched every part of me. He owned me and he made damn sure that he reminded me constantly.

***

“Are you sure you wanna do this?”

I rolled my eyes at the fifth time Kane asked me if I wanted to move in with Brett. It was finally the weekend and I was getting my stuff ready to head over to his apartment. “Yes, Kane.”

“What about your furniture?” he asked, grabbing a box from my arms.

“Donate it.” I didn’t need to bring much with me. Just my clothes really.

We moved the last box into Brett’s apartment and I sighed, taking in the vast space around me. Anna had moved back home but not before she gave me a hug. It threw me, but I returned the embrace.

“You need anything, you call me. You’ll always have a home at our apartment.”

I turned to Kane.

His hands were shoved in his pockets, his black t-shirt stretched over a massive chest. He rubbed his bald head and looked away.

“What’s going on, Kane?”

He sighed. “Rumors are going around.” His jaw clenched. “Just be careful. Brett’s become…moody.”

Become moody? The guy was always moody. “That’s nothing new.”

“Not usually.” He pulled me in for a hug. “Just be careful.”

I nodded and watched him leave. Shutting the door behind him, I leaned against it and took a breath. Trying to ease my racing heart, I closed my eyes and inhaled. Was I making the wrong decision? Kane was right. Brett
had
become moody. Since our big fight a week ago that had turned into amazing hot messy sex, I hardly saw him. But every time I did, he would make sure to kiss me. To touch me. To love me.