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I cross my arms and flop back in my seat. Damn I feel like an asshole for not hearing her out. They could have told me though. I trusted Jimmie with my secrets, at the time he was one of the only few people I did trust. Did he run back to Mr. Z and tell him everything? Or Sinclair, she could have been feeding him information. I guess I'll have no choice but to talk to them, I just don’t know if I will be able to trust them again. And what about Danika? Is she a fraud of a friend too?
“Who called earlier?” I ask Trace, just now remembering he had a phone call.
“Kai. Brennan is still out of it. We've given him more than enough time to bounce back, but he hasn’t.”
“I’ve gone in and checked on him everyday, but he’s always asleep. I didn’t want to push.”
“It’s time to push. Boston used to be the only one who could snap him out of it. We're hoping that you could try.”
“How? I've never had to do this before.”
Trace shrugs as he turns onto the main road towards the house. “Your guess is as good as ours.”
What choice do I have? He can’t keep laying in bed all day everyday. I know how it feels to be sucked down that path.
11
Jolie
After Trace and I got back to the house, we both showered. All of the guys have to go to school, but I decided to skip, partly because of Brennan and partly because I don’t want to have to face my friends today. The betrayal still hurts even if they have a reason to justify it.
My life has been riddled with so many lies since first being brought to the Myers house, but with this hurt all I can think about are the lies I was told by my ex best friend and ex boyfriend. I knew I never should have been exclusive with him. I knew it wouldn’t work, but I tried because it’s what he wanted. I honestly thought that I would be the one to cheat, maybe he knew that and wanted to beat me to it. My best friend, that’s where the real betrayal comes from. I moved around the area so much from thirteen onwards that I never had a chance to make friends and yet the last two foster families were so close to each other I took the jump and made that connection. I was so desperate to feel wanted and loved. There is my issue and it’s one I won’t make again. I push open the door to Brennan's room and peek around the space. He is still laying on his bed, the same place I’ve seen him every time I’ve come in to check on him. He looks like he is freshly showered, the mismatched clothes he wears an indication that he was forcefully washed and dressed. He doesn’t even look up as I enter; he just stares off into space. I've been trying to think what Boston would do and he would have had a no bullshit attitude. I don’t think I’ll be able to accomplish that, so I just have to wing it.
I take a seat on the edge of the bed and look down at him. “Hey Brennan.”
He turns his head slightly and looks at me before he turns his head back to looking into thin air. “The guys told me that you should have come around by now. I really don’t know what help I’m going to be. I’m not equipped for this, but I’m going to try. I watched this TV series once calledChuckwhere he gets an intersect put into his head. That's how I imagine what they did to you, overloaded your brain and now I need to find a way to bring you back.”
I stand and walk around to the other side of the bed and lie down beside him. “I’m going to stay here with you until we can figure this out.”
I take his hand and intertwine our fingers. He squeezes my hand, that one movement letting me know he is still in there. I use my other hand to get my phone out of my pocket and try to google what I can do to help, which proves to be useless. What terms do you even use to google what’s happened? Thinking about how Boston would have done this, I lay this way for a couple of hours. And by gosh I think I have it figured out. Boston loved to be bossy and piss people off, he would have used that against his brother to gauge a reaction. I climb out of the bed and race up to my room with one thought in mind. I can see by the way that Brennan always looks at me when he thinks I'm not watching, that he wants me, but he always holds himself back. Maybe I can entice him with my body to at least have some type of reaction, to tell me to get dressed or leave.
I throw on some sexy lingerie, something that causes a pang of hurt to stab me in my gut. Sinclair insisted that I buy it. It was supposed to be for Laughn, the blood red colour reminded me of our weekend together. I fix myself in the mirror and head back to Brennan's room. He doesn’t even blink when I walk back in. I put extra sway into my hips as I make my way over to his side of the bed and stand before him, leaving a little distance between us, so he can view my outfit in its entirety. I see a glint in his eye, a little more than recognition, but he doesn’t stray from there. He has ignored me all day and now I have finally found a way to play him at his own game.
“I had a thought,” I murmur, tapping my blood red lips. “Boston isn’t here to piss you off, so it has to be me. And what better way than to throw myself at you.”
His eyes move, trailing down my body, as he takes me in. When he looks back up at me I can see a fire raging in his eyes. He's pissed that I would be presumptuous enough to think this is what he wanted. I strut to the side of his bed, but his eyes never stray from mine, a battle of the wills between us both. Can he let this go as far as he knows I’m claiming I will take it? Is he willing to call my bluff? The answer to that is a resounding no because he will lose. I have fucked guys in the past for a bed to sleep in so I didn’t have to go home. This really benefits us both.
I sit beside him and run my finger down his chest. His breathing changes, what was once a soft breath becomes quick pants, and I feel his heart thumping in his chest. He doesn’t budge though, so I decide to up the ante and use my mouth trailing kisses down his abs, to his glorious V. Needing to know what he hides behind those slacks every day, I take the button of his shorts between my fingers, but before I can get them undone his hand comes down on mine.
“Jolie,” he croaks.
“Brennan,” I whisper back. “Let me do this for you.”
I look into his crystal blue eyes and he’s right there in front of me. I wouldn’t say he is back but he's close.
He removes his hand and I unbutton his shorts; whoever dressed him hadn’t even bothered with boxers. I am careful to unzip and not get his rock hard cock stuck between the zipper. I have seen that happen before and it looks awfully painful.
I manage to get his shorts down far enough and climb on top of him. I sit above his hard cock, lean down and place my lips on his. At first it’s slow, a soft melding of our lips together. I want to make sure that he is okay; I’m not a sicko that wants to take advantage of someone when they’re weak. Brennan’s hand snakes around the back of my neck and his fingers twist into my hair lightly, keeping enough pressure that I'll continue to kiss him. Which I do until the ache between my legs has my ass scooting backwards. I use one of my fingers to pull my lacy underwear aside and I slowly ease myself down. We both groan when I’m fully seated to the hilt, but I wait for Brennan to take some control.
He twists his head to the side, pulling back from my kiss. My lips trail across his cheek and down his neck. He releases the hold on my head and his hands move down my body to rest on my hips and he urges me to move. I rock my body into his letting him set the pace.
I don’t expect this to rock my world or even his. I just need him in the present; he’s the rock, the glue that is holding us all together. I can’t lose him. I’ve encountered enough loss in my life already and I will be fucked if I let him go without trying to save him.
I lose myself in the way his skin feels under my fingertips and the way he grips my hips hard enough to know he has come back to his senses. Neither of us speak as we get lost in the moment. The realisation that we can’t go back from here hits me like a two tonne brick. He was created to love me and protect me. For most of my life he has tried to protect me and it’s time for me to love him the only way I know how. No pretences, no fake promises for tomorrow, no broken hearts. But mark my words, Brennan Myers is mine. Maybe Chester and I are not that different, after all. I’m laying my claim and so help me if anyone tries to take him away from me they won’t like the outcome.
Grinding my clit into his pelvis has an orgasm building. I arch my back and roll my nipples between my fingers as the shockwaves ripple through my body. Brennan’s grip on my hips tightens and he groans as he cums along with me. I collapse on top of him, the sweat from our bodies sticking us together, and he wraps his arms around me.
“Thank you.”
