Every Day (Brush of Love 2)

I smiled as I stood there, swaying on my feet while the mixed evidence of our encounter dripped out of her body.

I pulled out of her and let her fall to the couch. I tucked myself back into my boxers, drawing in a deep breath. The air around us was tainted with the smell of sex, and I reached over to cut on the overhead fan as I smirked. In a few minutes, the only proof of our encounter would be gone, and I would finally be free of her.

I could see Hailey finally peeling herself from my furniture as she stumbled for her jeans.

“Bryan, we really need to talk about John,” she said.

That name. That one little name. That four-letter name that shocked me back into reality. It was like someone had reached into my heart, planted an electrode, and cranked it up before they shocked me. That name falling from her lips boiled an anger in the pit of my stomach even I didn’t know I was capable of.

She didn’t have a right to say that name.

She didn’t have a right to demand we talk about him.

I grabbed her arm while she was pulling her pants up. She stumbled to get them on while I pulled her toward the door, opening it with a fury before I thrust her out onto the porch. Her eyes were wild with confusion as she finished buttoning herself up, and all I could do was stare at her as the sweat finally stopped dripping down my back.

“Bryan, please. Don’t do this. We really need to talk, if only so you can have clear answers.”

“I don’t ever want to see you again,” I said.

Her widened stare morphed into one of fear and as she reached for me I stepped back.

“Bryan, you don’t mean that. That, in there, t-t-that was—”

“A final encounter to get you out of my system. If you come back around here, I’ll call the police and have you arrested for trespassing.”

“No, you won’t,” she said. “You need this. You need to ask me questions.”

“I don’t ever want to see you again.”

I could see the tears rising in her eyes as I shut the door in her face. I looked around the room, taking stock of the pictures that had fallen off the wall. I walked over and picked them up, straightening up my living room I had torched in the process of getting her out of my system. I could hear her soft sobs on my porch and for a split second, I felt bad for her. For a split second, my angry heart reached out to her to calm her down.

But it was only for a second.

Chapter 8

Hailey

I stood there on his porch while he shut the door in my face. Tears were already streaming down my cheeks as my sobs began to wrack my chest. What the hell had just happened? My body felt alive

, full again while his arousal dripped into my underwear. But he had just cast me out like an unwanted animal, and I crumbled on his porch.

I felt a searing headache rip through the front of my head as I took in a stifling breath. The pain ripped the air directly from my lungs, and for a single moment, I couldn’t breathe. I heard the rumbling of a storm off in the distance punctuating the moment that had already happened. I finally found the strength through my searing headache to pick myself up off the ground and head for my car.

And not once did Bryan ever double-back to open the door.

I’d come over to talk. I’d come over to give him answers. It had taken me a week to find the courage to do this, and I was met with this. I could taste the alcohol on his lips, and I should’ve kept denying him. I should’ve kept pushing him off me and kept demanding that we talk. But his touch had been so wanting, and he was already practically naked. Holy hell, I’d missed the way his body felt against mine, the way he filled me so perfectly and always left me satisfied.

Well, until now, that is.

The headache raged through my skull again and took me to my knees. I knelt beside my car, taking deep breaths, so I wouldn’t get sick and puke in his driveway. The last thing I needed was to try and clean up that kind of mess with Bryan being half-drunk in his home. He was probably stumbling his way upstairs, watching my pathetic existence try to make it to my car after he fucked me into oblivion.

From the moment he opened the door, he never had any passion to talk.

All he wanted to do was get me out of his system one last time.

For good.

I took deep breaths as my vision continued to shake. I finally got the door of my car open and climbed in as the nausea I was feeling wafted up my throat. I swallowed and grimaced, finding the strength to crank my car so I could start blasting the air conditioning unit. I’d been painting too much and been so focused on finishing up my portraits of Bryan that I hadn’t even stopped to think what that was doing to my eyes.