Revealed by You (Torn) (4 page)

A chill ran down my spine and I held Brett closer.

Her gaze landed on him and she licked her lips.

Here I thought I was the only one that was jealous. Anna was in love with my boyfriend and he had no idea.

Bile rose in my throat. Now I had two women to worry about.

I cupped the back of his neck and brought his mouth down to mine, shoving my tongue between his lips. Needing to claim him, to show Anna that he belonged to me.
Mine
.

When I looked back down the hallway, she was gone.

***

As pissed off as I was that I wasn’t the one who planned the birthday party for Brett, I did enjoy myself.

Anna went all out. Invited everyone that Brett knew. His sister and her boyfriend. I even saw my brothers, Evan and Ethan. Everett of course, was nowhere to be found, as usual. A sad sigh escaped my lips. He was the one that I worried about the most.

I watched as Brett’s face lit up when his gaze landed on his sister. The small petite woman laughed and wrapped her arms around his neck as he swung her around.

The larger man that she was with, was Hollywood beautiful. Blond hair, blue eyes. He looked like he just walked out of a magazine.

Brett looked my way, his smile widening. He nodded at me and the three of them headed in my direction when Anna stepped in front of him.

Heat flushed through my body as he looked down at her.

She looked at me over her shoulder and winked before turning back to him. Placing her hands on his chest, she let them graze down his torso.

I bit back a snarl as I watched the action before me. How could he—

He frowned and gripped her wrists, stopping her from going any further.

A breath left me on a whoosh and I turned away.

The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end as I felt him approach the booth I was sitting in. It was the same booth we had had some fun in after too many drinks a couple of weeks ago. Memories reined in of that night. Tequila, rum, me bent over the bench…desire curled in my belly and I let out a sigh. I liked to think of it as our booth.

“Evvie.”

I jumped at the deep smooth voice in my ear and I looked up at Brett before noticing that his sister and her boyfriend stood beside him.

His eyes warmed. “I want you to meet my sister.”

The small woman smiled and held out her hand. “We’ve met once before, but I’m Keisha. It’s so nice to see my brother finally settle down with a good woman,” she laughed.

As opposed to a non-good woman? “Thank you.” I returned her hand shake. “I think.”

The larger man with her chuckled. “All he does is talk about you.” He held out his hand. “I’m Garrith.”

I nodded. I remembered him as well, drinking his life away a couple of months ago. The couple looked happy, whole. Complete.

I watched as Keisha fingered a small black collar around her neck when Garrith placed his arm around her shoulders.

“We have to go. Just wanted to say hi and meet the woman who finally captured my brother’s heart,” Keisha explained.

We said our goodbyes and they left, hand in hand out of the club.

“What’s wrong?” Brett asked, sliding into the booth beside me.

“What did Anna want?” I asked. Every so often she would look our way, her gaze filling with a longing for the man that was with me.

“Wanted me to mingle,” Brett said, brushing his finger down my arm.

“She’s in love with you.” As soon as the words left my lips, I believed them myself. I tried convincing myself that she didn’t have feelings for my boyfriend. I just met the woman but the look I had seen on her face every time she looked at him, reminded me that I gave him that look also.

He stiffened beside me. “She is not.”

I scoffed and turned to him. “No? How come she touches you every time she can or looks at you with a longing like she needs to have you?”

He shook his head. “That’s not tr—”

“Don’t say it’s not true because it’s the same look that
I
give you.”

He sighed and scrubbed a hand down his face. “She was in love with me in high school but I thought she got over it. It’s been years since I’ve seen her. I expected her to move on.”

A laugh escaped my lips.

He frowned. “What?”

“As much as I don’t like the way she looks at you, I get it. If it was me, I would never be able to get over you, Brett.”

His mouth inched closer to mine. “I don’t want you to get over me.”

I smiled. “She just better remember that you’re mine.”

“Even if she doesn’t, she won’t get what she wants,” he said, brushing his lips across mine.

“You don’t know the power of a woman,” I whispered.

He lifted his head, his eyes narrowing before he pinched my chin. “Do you trust me?”

I swallowed at the harsh tone of his voice. “Yes, but I don’t trust her.”

His hand wrapped around my throat, holding my head in place as he stared intently into my eyes. “I don’t expect you to. But you better trust me. I love you. You are it for me. I don’t want anyone else. How many times do I have to tell you that?”

I huffed. “I’m not questioning that. I just worry that she’ll try to dig her claws into you.”

His mouth pressed against mine, hard and demanding. “Don’t. I am
yours
.”

I kissed him back, pouring everything into the touch. He just came home a week ago and already issues had begun, thanks to other people. We needed to get away. To be alone. Our trip couldn’t come fast enough.

He placed small pecks on my lips before wrapping his arms around me, whispering that he loved me over and over again in my ear. I didn’t doubt his love. Never have. But when I saw a person that had previously threatened to destroy our relationship come into the club, I questioned whether we were strong enough to deal with
her
again.

THREE

Claire fucking Morgan. After her claiming that Brett had gotten her pregnant and then to accuse him of beating her, if I never saw her again, it would be too soon.

The vibrant red haired woman headed our way, her full glossy lips turning up into a sneer as she caught sight of me.

“Shit,” Brett snarled.

The bitch from hell slid into the booth across from us, her grin widening. “Well, it’s nice to know that you got home safe, Brett.”

Brett tensed beside me. “Why the hell do you care?”

She crossed her arms under her full chest and sat back, her gaze landing on me. “Keeping him satisfied, Evvie?”

My jaw clenched. “More than I can say for you.”

Her green eyes turned cold. “Why don’t you go do your job and get us some drinks?”

I scoffed. “Please. I’m no one’s bitch, especially not yours.”

“Claire, you need to leave,” Brett stated, his voice firm.

Claire smiled. “Now where’s that brother of yours? I heard he was coming tonight.” Her voice dripped with lust at the sexual innuendo.

My blood boiled. After the first time they had slept together, he promised he wouldn’t again, but knowing him, it wouldn’t surprise me if he had. As much as it would piss me off, I couldn’t control what my brother did. Just the thought of Claire digging her claws into another person I loved made me sick to my stomach.

“Hey Ev.”

I looked up as Ethan approached our table.

“Ask and you shall receive.” Claire grinned. “Hey, gorgeous. I was just asking where you were.”

Ethan’s big body tensed, his gaze landing on the woman sitting across from us. A woman he had been with before he knew what kind of person she really was. “I…what…shit.”

I frowned. “Ethan?”

He scrubbed a hand over his shaved head and shook himself. “I gotta go.” With that, he turned on his heel and left.

Claire moved to get up but I grabbed her wrist, stopping her. Her eyes narrowed, looking at my hand on her before she met my gaze.

“You leave my brother alone,” I snarled.

She pulled out of my grip. “Tell your brother that.”

I watched her get up and leave, following Ethan. Once she caught up to him, she pushed him against the wall, grinding her hips against his. His hands automatically fell to her waist, gripping her in no doubt a tight hold.

Bile rose in my throat and I turned away before I could see anything else.

“He can take care of himself, Evvie.”

I huffed and met Brett’s stare. I was worried for my brother. He had been in and out of jail most of his young life so the first chance he had with a woman, he took it. She would destroy him. Eat him up and spit him out before he even knew what was happening.

I was the youngest of my siblings but why was I always doing the protecting?

***

My skin hummed, adrenaline pumping through me as I walked by Brett. I could feel his gaze on my body as he followed behind me.

I needed to get away. To get away from his guests. From the women that were in love with him. From reality in general. I wanted him and only him. The feel of his skin against mine. Him deep inside of me. Just
feel
.

In a quick jaunt, I went up the steps to the second floor of his club. No one went up there. Ever. It was mostly storage rooms, two bathrooms and empty tables and chairs.

Knowing he was still following me, I stopped once I found the perfect spot. It over looked the edge so you could see the whole vast expanse of the main floor of the club but it was dark.

The music boomed. People danced as the regulars and customers filed in, mingling with the guests from Brett’s birthday party.

I didn’t want to be rude in stealing him from his friends but we were both distracted. After Claire started practically fucking my brother in front of everyone, I had to get out of there. I could have just left but I didn’t want to give her that satisfaction.

Hot breath scorched my neck and I smiled, licking my lips. He knew me well. One heated look and he was on me, taking what he wanted and giving me what I needed.

Brett ran his hands up under my dress, squeezing my hips.

I pushed my ass against him, the hard erection in his pants twitching under my touch.

The deep base of the music pumped through me as the desire I felt for this man heightened, giving me that extra edge. It worked better than alcohol. The lust filled courage poured into me, seeping into my bones as I rubbed my ass over the bulge between his legs.

He growled in my ear and lifted my dress to my hips before landing a sharp swat on my ass.

I whimpered.

He rubbed the spot of my flesh in a smooth circle before slapping it again.

My core pulsed, liquid seeping between my thighs. I gripped the edge of the railing, my gaze travelling over the crowd below us.

I bent at the waist, giving him the angle that he needed when he thrust into me so hard, I was lifted onto the balls of my feet. I gasped, my eyes rolling into the back of my head as he forced the pleasure from my body.

No words were said, no kissing required. Just pure raw animalistic fucking.

I loved it and I loved the man doing it. Giving us both the satisfaction that we craved. He appeased my hunger for him but always left me wanting. Needing more.

His long length pushed deep, spreading me open as he pounded into my pussy. He grunted, filling me.

A tingle spread through my body. The thought of losing control in a room full of people, sent a thrill down my spine.

He hit the bundle of nerves, setting me off.

I screamed, coming around him, my cries of ecstasy swallowed by the loud music.

His cock swelled and just when I thought he was about to come, he pulled out and ran the tip of his length over the tight area between my ass cheeks.

A hot shiver ran down my spine.

He pushed against me but not enough to enter me. Just enough to leave me curious, panting with need. He repeated his movements, rubbing the liquid from my core up to the tight hole at my rear.

A moan escaped my lips and I gripped the railing tight.

Brett fisted my hair, pulling me up right and spun me in his arms. In a quick move, he lifted me, wrapping my legs around his hips. He slammed me against the wall and gripped my throat, staring intently into my gaze.

His eyes heated, darkening with desire as he drove into me with a fervor I craved.

I watched him lose it. His brow crinkled, his jaw tensing, small bursts of air left his full lips.

He powered into me, stretching me to meet his size. He thrust into me one last time before quaking around me, shaking through his release. He came so hard, I could feel him spurting his warmth into me.

At that point I kissed him, swallowing his moans and grunts of pleasure. My heels dug into his ass, taking him as deep as possible and not letting go. I didn’t ever want to let go.

Running my fingers through his hair, I pulled him against me, deepening the kiss. His hips stopped moving and we just felt. Him inside of me, my core clenching around him. It felt like home. Pure and utter mind blowing bliss.

His tongue pushed against mine as he devoured my mouth. He swallowed my moans and whimpers of pleasure and ran his hands over my body.

A chill ran down my spine and I opened my eyes to find Anna watching us. Again.

Even though it was dark, I could see the coldness in her gaze that was also mixed with lust. At that point, I wasn’t jealous when I was the one that Brett was fucking at that very moment. But I had a feeling that in time, just like Claire, Anna would do anything to get a grip on my boyfriend. It was only a matter of when.

“What’s wrong?” Brett whispered, cupping my face in his hands.

I smiled up at him, reveling in the feel of him still inside me. “Nothing. At all.” I kissed him again, staking claim on what was mine.

My core clenched around him making him jump. I grinned and did it again.

He sucked on my bottom lip before a wicked glint flashed in his eyes. He nipped up the side of my neck, inhaling deep. Smelling me.

God, I loved it when he did that.

“I could live in you, lover,” he breathed against my neck.