“Can we talk?” I asked finally.
“What about? How you manhandled me in the middle of a photo shoot, which happens to be my job, and practically beat up the photographer? Not to mention the damage done to my reputation in the business.” Her voice was flat.
“I don’t want you in that business anymore.”
She capped the lid on her nail polish and set it on the vanity counter. “It’s all about what you want, huh?”
“I needed to know where you were and you wouldn’t answer your mobile.” I let a moment go for some kind of an explanation but she didn’t offer one. “Fine, I admit I went in there hotheaded and lost my temper, but I was running on clues that led me into a panic situation.” I dragged a hand through my hair and kept it stuck there. “And you were fucking naked, Brynne.”
She stared down at the floor as she spoke, “I probably won’t get any more calls after today. Nobody will want me now.”
Oh, the motherfuckers will still want you. I stood in front of her and took her chin in my hand, forcing her to look up. “Good. I hope they don’t call you.” She still stayed silent but her eyes flashed. “I’m serious, Brynne. You’re not posing naked anymore.” There, I said it.
“It’s my decision, Ethan. You have no right to tell me I can’t do it.”
“Oh, really?” I grabbed her left hand and held it up. “What’s this ring mean, then? You’re going to be my wife, the mother of my child—a person whom I don’t want posing in the fucking nude anymore!” I glared right back. “I definitely have a say.”
She snatched her hand away and spit up at me, “You don’t get it. You just don’t understand ANYTHING about me!” Screaming now, and looking utterly furious, she pushed at my chest to keep me from getting too close.
Fuck that! My temper was getting the better of me again as I struggled with how to bring us back together on the issue. One idea came to mind of how I might accomplish it, though. I could tear off that yellow silk robe she had on and fuck her into next week, and then we could have this conversation, or argument, or whatever the hell this shit was right here. That might work.
I pulled her up from her seat by the shoulders instead, trapping her arms to her sides so she couldn’t fight me. She still struggled, though, even as I had her gripped tight against my chest, our faces an inch apart, her soft curves melting into me and making my cock rock-hard.
“I’m trying to understand why my girl needs to take off her clothes and let people see photographs of her like that!” I said with more anger than I wanted to . . . and then I crushed my mouth against hers.
I pushed my way inside her with my tongue first. I’d get more later, but for now I just needed inside her body in any way I could manage to get there. I needed her acceptance of me more, though. She was still spitting mad but I felt her response the instant we connected. She was still my girl, and we both knew it as I held her jaw and took her mouth hard. Lips, tongue and teeth working together to send a very specific message. You’re mine, and I know you want to be mine.
I was just getting started on taking her. This session would conclude in one way, and only one way—with my cock buried inside her sweet cunt in an orgasmic frenzy.
There were no apologies for what I did next, either. I took her. I took what was mine and had my way with Brynne.
She stuck with me the whole
distance in body for sure. The spirit part would have to be considered later. Shag first, talk later had worked for us before, and I felt confident it would now.
I hauled her up and carried her to our bed. She looked up at me with blazing eyes as I laid her out, stripping open that silky robe and freeing her hair from the clip. Her chest heaved and her nipples budded up tight as I shucked off of my clothes and got naked, my cock so hard it might shatter when the spunk erupted the first time.
I was about to find out, and more than willing to take the risk, because there would be a second time and possibly a third. We would be at this for a while.
I covered Brynne’s gorgeous naked form, which only I should ever see, and fucked her. I fucked her hard. She fucked me hard right back. We fucked until we both came. And then we fucked some more, until we didn’t need to anymore. Until there was nothing left but to fall into tangled sleep after all the orgasms, both of us spent physically from the pleasure that had burned us with its heat, and drugged us with its smoke . . . into utter oblivion.
? The nightmare woke me up. It was an old one where I see the video of myself and wish I was dead. It is still such a dreadful image that’s seared into my brain, and has stayed with me intact throughout the years. I don’t think it was even possible to remove it; I was doomed to carry that image with me throughout my life. I wondered, not for the first time, if the three of them ever thought about that video after the fact. I hadn’t known the other two at all, but did Lance ever have a morsel of regret for what happened to me? For how sad my life was after they did their deed? Did he ever even think about it? Ugly. So filthy and ugly.
I tried to have a quiet breakdown in the middle of the night, but Ethan hears everything. We’d had some explosive sex and released some anger and frustration through our bodies, but the main crux of the problem was still flapping in the breeze like a signal flag. Nothing much had been resolved.
Ethan stirred beside me and drew me close. I felt his strong arms wrap around me and his lips kiss the top of my head. He stroked over my hair and held me as I wept.
“I love you so much. It kills me to see you sad. I’d rather have you mad at me than hurting like this, baby.”
“It’s okay. I know you love me,” I whispered in between sobs and wiping my eyes.
“I do,” he said with a sweet kiss. “And I’m sorry for how I acted with that photographer today,” he paused, “but I still loathe the process and I don’t want you doing it anymore.”
“I know . . .”
“So you’ll stop posing?” There was hope in his voice. Too bad I was going to crush it.
“I don’t think I can, Ethan. I can’t stop—not even for you.”