Eliana
I’m having the most delicious dream, bucking off the bed like the sex addict I’ve become, as Brax spreads my lips open and sucks at my clit. I arch my body, rubbing my wetness onto his face. He keeps suckling, his tongue dipping in and out of me before dragging it all the way to my sweet spot. “Oh, yes, baby, just like that.” I’m moaning, my hands wrapping in his hair, tugging at his scalp until I’m coming so hard it hurts. My eyes fly open, and I realize it is far from a dream.
“Brax, what the hell? Your parents are just down the hall,” He’s between my thighs, his hands gripping onto them painfully.
“Then you have to be quiet, don’t you?” He sticks a finger inside me, curling it upward. He starts kissing his way up my belly, shifting my t-shirt so he can suck on my tits. He’s naked, absolutely glorious in the moonlit room.
“Ride my face,” he commands. I can smell the whiskey on his breath and the muskiness of my own scent. He lies back and pulls me onto him until I’m straddling him.
“Maybe we should stop.” I whisper, touching his face.
“We stop when I say, princess.”
He moves me up, fingers digging into my ass, until his face is lined up with my pussy. He latches onto my clit, and I cry out in pleasurable pain. I have no choice but to move above him, holding onto the headboard, as I rock myself on Brax’s face. His tongue is torturous, nipping and sucking at my clit until I’m climaxing again. He licks me dry, my legs shaking above him.
He’s moves us so he’s hovering over me in seconds. I want to tell him to stop, I’m that exhausted, but he has other things in mind. He slams his cock into me so hard, my whole body jerks. He’s brutal and unrelenting in his thrusts. And I love every second of it pushing up to meet his movements.
“You are mine, Eliana. No man will fuck you again.” His words are raw and I wonder what the fuck is happening. We went from him not knowing what we are, to this. His hands tug at my hair, and I want to scream, but his kisses soften the brutality of his actions. I’m unravelling beneath him, unable to breathe, unable to stay silent, my orgasm feeling like it’s stretching on forever. He buries himself so deep inside me, I wonder if we’ll ever come apart again, and then he cries out, and it isn’t my name he’s calling. It’s hers.
I feel a small tear slip from my eye. There is something terribly broken in Brax. Hearing about his loss made me realize that. But tonight, he’s hurting far worse than I could ever imagine possible. He hasn’t been sober for more than an hour, and I know he’s been drinking now. He smiles and laughs along with his brother, but he’s not okay, and it’s because of her. I can feel the sadness. See it in his eyes. I hate that I feel it. I hate what being in this house and town is doing to him. He rolls off me, his heavy arms draped over my frame. I try to move, but he only tugs me closer. I never should have come here. This is their place, his and Aurora’s.
* * *
I let the warm water of the shower cascade down my body. Everything aches, and it’s not just physical. I close my eyes, and I try to remember everything beyond the one name he uttered while he fucked me last night, but I can’t. The shower door opens, and he encases me with his warm body, his chin on my shoulder. I feel his erection behind me. I don’t want this, it hurts too much. My tears fall freely, mixing with the water and disappearing down the drain.
“I’m glad you’re here with me,” he tells me, placing a kiss on the back of my head. His hands slide down my body, a body that feels used right now. He cups my breasts, twisting each nipple until it’s rigid. His hands roam lower, and he slips a finger inside me. Regardless of what my mind wants, I’m wet, needy, my body desperate for this man. He steps around me, lifting me up. “Wrap your legs around me.”
I do as I’m told, and he holds me against the shower wall. When he enters me, I gasp at the feel of him, trying to commit every movement to memory. He’s slow and gentle. I hold onto his neck as my body slides against the wall. He claims my mouth in a way he hasn’t before, and the tears fall again when I feel the desire building in my stomach. He doesn’t notice, tucking his face in my neck as he growls out his release. I know this is the last time, so I hold onto him for far longer than I should, until the water turns cold, raining down on us like a winter storm. He doesn’t make a move, but his breathing hitches from the iciness of the water and the rigidness of my body against his. Maybe he remembers, maybe he knows. But if he does, he makes no attempt to lessen the blow.
* * *
We check into a beach hotel for the night. The engagement party is at a private beach and everyone is staying over to avoid driving after the cocktail party. Brax is quieter than usual, but he seems lighter than he did at his parents’ house.
I wear a bright yellow sundress with a gold bikini under it. The tent like structure on the sand is exquisite. When Brax and I arrive, people are already gathered around or in their seats. He takes my hand, places a kiss on my knuckles, and I smile at him tightly. If he notices, he doesn’t acknowledge it. We remove our shoes, and our feet sink into the sand. I’ve missed this. Casey and I always made a point of visiting the beach at least once a week. Even if it was just to lie on the sand and tan.
He freezes in his step when he sees an older couple in the crowd talking to his parents. He instantly drops my hand. I don’t have to be told who they are, his reaction says enough. The O’Hares.
I walk beside him until we’re standing behind them.
“Braxton, Eliana. We were wondering what was keeping you two.” his mother beams.
The O’Hares turn, their gazes turning cold when they lay eyes on Braxton and even more hostile when they look at me.
“Eliana, this is Willard and Allison O’Hare, my-Aurora’s parents.” The name seems to stick in his throat.
“Your dead fiancée, Allison corrects, not bothering to hide her disgust for him.” She wears a scowl so severe, I wonder if the woman ever smiles.
Brax’s jaw stiffens. “Good to see you too,” he says and turns away, making a beeline for the bar.
Olivia looks horrified and considering the way she’s holding Marshall’s arm to restrain him, I can tell that Brax’s dad is not happy with the way they treated his son.
“That was hardly necessary.” Marshall says through gritted teeth.
“I should go take a seat,” Olivia smiles politely at the couple, as she leads her husband away. I don’t need an excuse to leave so I make my way around the tables, trying to find Brax’s place card.
“You’re over here,” Nadia tells me. She looks glorious in a colorful outfit. Her long raven hair is plaited at the back, and she wears a tiara. She reminds me of Princess Jasmine.
“You look incredible,” I tell her as we hug.
