Revealed by You (Torn) (29 page)

“Me. You’ve changed me.”

My eyes widened and I cupped his cheeks. “I have?”

A smug grin spread on his face. “Lover, you have no idea what you have done for me, do you?”

“No, I guess I don’t.”

He brushed strands of hair off my forehead, his eyes warming. “You’ve loved me. That’s what you have done.” He trailed kisses over my collarbone.

I tilted my head back, giving him the access I knew he desired.

“After what you’ve been through, your body needs a little tenderness from the man that loves it most.”

My heart jumped. “Tell me.”

He raised an eyebrow. “What?”

“Tell me again what you were thinking during our first time together.”

He smirked and brushed a finger down the side of my cheek. “When I saw you standing by the patio doors, the way the moonlight caressed your skin, you were like an angel,” he kissed my lips. “sent from Heaven. Just for me. I remember the way your blonde curls touched your shoulders. I was jealous of them,” his voice lowered. “Your hair was touching you and I wasn’t. When you stripped…God, Evvie. You have no idea how hard it was for me to control myself.”

My stomach flipped.

“At that moment, I knew that I would never get enough of you.”

A small smile splayed on my face.

“You’re beautiful. Passionate. You see me for me even when I’m being a dick. You’re patient, kind and you love hard.”

“I think you’re the one that loves hard, Brett,” I said, running my hands up and down his strong thick arms.

His eyes darkened. “I fuck hard. Big difference.”

This was true and I wasn’t complaining in the least.

“I’m possessive and jealous. I can be an asshole and yet, here you are…with me. In our home.”

I frowned. “Brett—”

“I don’t deserve your love but I welcome it with my mind, body and soul. You keep me grounded.” He shook his head. “I…I don’t…”

A lump formed in my throat and I captured his mouth with mine.

He licked between my lips, his hands caressing my body, gentle yet firm.

I didn’t expect him to not give me at least some of his roughness. I craved it. It was familiar. I didn’t want him to change for me but gentleness was warranted sometimes. Shock still fluttered through my belly at the mere mention of him making love to me.

“Let
me
make love to you, Evvie,” he whispered against my mouth.

My hands grazed down his back to his hips, our kiss deepening.

In a slow even stroke, he lowered into me.

A hot shiver travelled through my body and I moaned as he filled me completely.

Our hips met thrust for thrust. It was gentle but passionate, tender yet filled with so much love, tears welled in my eyes.

Brett lifted his head. “Why the tears?” he asked, brushing his thumbs under my eyes.

“I…don’t…”

“Is my love making that bad, Evvie?” he teased.

My cheeks heated. “No.”

He chuckled and brushed his nose along the side of my neck, inhaling deep. His thrusts deepened but still he remained sensual.

The control it took for him to not ravish me and fuck the shit out of me made me fall in love with him even more. “I love you,” I whispered, grazing my fingers through the hair at the back of his neck.

“Hmm…I’ll never get used to those words coming from your mouth.”

I smiled and wrapped my legs tighter around his body. “I love you,” I repeated and placed soft kisses on his shoulder.

“Again,” he demanded.

“I. Love. You.”

His mouth covered mine in a hard bruising kiss as he pushed into me as deep as he could go.

I gasped, my body exploding as a cry of ecstasy left my lips.

Brett groaned and sat back before lifting me into his arms. The warmth in his eyes was soon replaced by lust.

My breath caught. I knew that look. That look of aching and an all-consuming need. He was no longer in control. Our time for love making was over and I couldn’t wait for the things he had in store for me.

“Thank you,” I said before he became rough like I knew he wanted and needed.

His eyes softened, his jaw ticking. He cleared his throat a couple of times and he took a deep breath. “No. Thank
you
.”

I brushed my thumb over his bottom lip. “Good now?”

“Yes, but I really need back inside of you,” he said, wrapping a hand around his length.

My body buzzed and I gripped his shoulders.

A wicked grin spread on his face. “Put me in you, lover. I want to watch your face as your body slides down my cock.”

I wrapped my fingers around his rigid erection, my hand sliding from base to tip over the slick length.

Our eyes locked.

Small breaths left my lips as I stroked his cock through the folds of my center before slowly impaling myself on him.

“Beautiful.”

I smiled and placed a soft kiss on his lips before he pushed me back on the bed. For the rest of the night, Brett gave me what I needed from him. What I craved.

Through these months of being with him, I had learned so much. His feelings revealed, his past laid out before him, his true desires on display. For me.

His passion, his love, his dark possession consumed me. I was drowning in him and as each day past, I fell further and further into his depths. Not wanting to come up for air in the least.

He gave me him.
All
of him. Revealing a part of himself that he never shared with anyone. The once broken boy that grew up into a strong and powerful man was mine. It would take a while for him to heal, to get over what had been done to him but I would be by his side every step of the way.

Only
I
knew the
real
Brett MacLean.

EPILOGUE

Brett

Mine,

I’ve been told that writing out your feelings helps. Whether it’s good or bad, it helps you deal with the onslaught of the emotions that soar through you. You’ve told me this, my doctor has told me this. I’m not sure if that’s really the case or not but I’ll try.

I’ve learned that whenever I write out my feelings for you, it’s like they get stronger, more intense. Real.

No words can describe what I actually feel for you but I’ll do my best and at least give you an idea. I’d rather show you but for once I’ll listen to your sweet words of encouragement. So here I am, writing you this letter.

From the first moment you kissed me, I’ve been in love with you. You revealed a part of myself I never let anyone see. Ever. You didn’t judge when you found out my dark secrets. You stood by me when most people would rather destroy me. For that, I fell in love with you all over again.

I thank God every day for giving me you. For putting you on this planet, for creating you. I’d like to think that he brought you into this world for me. The selfish part of myself believes that anyway. But I know that you were put on this Earth for others as well.

You brighten up the sky when it’s stormy. You are the air I breathe. The life that flows through me. You ground me when I feel like I’m going to float away. You keep me sane when I’m ready to lose it. You love me for me even though I’m sure I frustrate you.

You’re my center. That piece of myself that I’ve been missing my whole entire life. You make me feel alive when all I’ve felt is cold and dead inside.

Evvie, my best friend, my lover. You put up with my possessive ways. When I get jealous and ready to attack, you calm me. You make me be a better man. Without you, I wouldn’t be where I am today.

You are my everything. My rock, my anchor. Mine.

I love you. More than life itself.

Evvie MacLean. We are one. Together. Permanent.

You’re my forever.

I love you deep. Always have. Always will.

Yours

Xx

I slid the letter into the leather bound journal for later. I wouldn’t give it to Evvie just yet. It wasn’t the right time. I didn’t know when the right time would be but I did know that when it happened, it would be fucking perfect.

My eyes burned, straining with working away on my computer for the past several hours. I didn’t know how call center people did it. I worked at my laptop for a couple of hours and I was ready to lose my ever loving mind.

“Brett?”

I looked up at the sound of Evvie standing at the doorway to my office. She wore my white dress shirt and nothing else, the cotton falling over her full hips. Her curly blonde hair was piled high on her head with ringlets framing her face. God, she was beautiful and she was all mine.

I sat back in the leather chair and crooked my finger, motioning for her to come towards me.

She grinned and sauntered my way. The white cotton brushing her thighs.

I loved when Evvie wore my shirts. They always smelled like her, giving me a piece of herself as I went about my day.

“Come to bed,” she demanded softly, standing about a foot away from me.

My dick stirred, lengthening in my pants. “Sorry.”

She raised an eyebrow. “You’re sorry? What for?”

I grinned and in a quick move, had her in my lap.

Evvie gasped, her nipples peaking to sharp points beneath the cool cotton that was caressing her skin.

My mouth watered, itching to taste the hard buds. “You woke up.”

“I came to see what you were doing,” she said, attempting to struggle out of my grip.”

“I think you wanted to play.”

Her lips parted. “I always want to play.”

Before she could protest, I had her up and bent over the desk, pinning her beneath me. “Get ready, my little vixen.”

“For what?” she whispered.

I licked up the side of her neck and undid my belt, pulling it from the loops.

Her eyes dilated when I snapped the leather in the air.

I whispered in her ear the many things I was going to do to her for the rest of the night, letting her hear how much I wanted her. Letting her feel my body against hers as I took what I wanted and gave her what she needed.

Hours later, I watched her sleep. Half her body lying on top of mine as she snuggled into my side.

A sense of satisfaction washed over me. Her body I had control of, but that was it. Nothing more. Nothing less. She controlled my heart. She was my one. My only.

~ THE END ~

A NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR

Well now that that’s done, what’s next for Brett and Evvie? One more story, of course. This next part of their world will be told in Brett’s POV. I’m sad to say that it will be the final book in the Torn trilogy but everything that has happened, will get resolved. All questions will get answered. I promise you, it won’t be pretty. It won’t be easy. But you will see just how deep Brett’s love for Evvie goes.

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Turn the page for a snip it into Perfected by You (Torn, #3), the final part in Evvie and Brett’s story.

PERFECTED BY YOU

Releasing 2014

Mine

My dear sweet Evvie. My wife. My lover. My one. My only.

I’m writing this as a way for you to get to know me further. Deeper.

You know parts. Pieces. But do you really know all? I’m not a man of many words as you know. I’d prefer to show you how I feel through the use of our bodies. Loving every inch of you, every curve, every freckle, as we move as one.

The first time that I met with Dr. Santos without you, he told me to start writing in a journal. He said it was a way for me to get out of my head. I told him he was a contradicting asshole. He laughed. I’m not a nice person when you’re not around, my sweet Evvie. I don’t take well with being told what to do. This is why I own my clubs. Why I’m the boss. Why I’m in control. I need it. I can’t have it any other way or else my life would be fucking miserable. The only good thing in it, is you. You are my strength. My light.

After I left Matteo’s office, his words bounced around in my head and I found myself at a book store. A black leather bound book filled with blank pages called to me. I remember my fingers tingling as it drew me in with each step I took towards it. The need to have the small 5x8 book took control. It was thrilling really. It was the same feeling I got when I first met you months ago.

I never told you how I felt. That moment when I walked in on you hugging Kane, a deep seeded need to rip his face off surfaced. It shocked me to the core, taking my breath away. I had never felt that way about anyone. I told you that I have an ex, someone who ripped my heart out when her boyfriend came back. Well with her, I never felt how I feel with you. I never had the urge to mark her as mine. To control her. With you? Evvie, I have to be in control of you. In the bedroom at least. Other times? You are your own woman. I know it. You know it. But I love you more every day that you submit to me when we play. I thank you for giving that piece of yourself to me. I know it’s hard to lose control. Trust me.

Now, this book is for my thoughts but I think it will be filled with so much more. This will be my gift to you, my little vixen. I can’t tell you how happy my words will be. You know my past. My history. But all you know is what I’ve told you. Let me show you what has really happened. Allow me to suck you in with my words. The only thing I ask in advance is for your forgiveness.