Episode 141
EPISODE 141
ANOTHER ONE FALLS IN LOVE
Brett
Misty’s damned good at giving head. I close my eyes as warm water pounds onto me and I let her work those talented lips and tongue of hers.
Funny. As much as I loved Jake, I never imagined giving him head. I imagined holding him, kissing him, letting him give me head. He’s the only guy I’ve ever felt that way about. It’s easy to imagine that it’s him instead of Misty sucking my dick.
I open my eyes, though.
Because it’s not Jake. It’s Misty. His half-sister.
And yes, I believe she is his half-sister. At first I thought I imagined the similarities because I wanted some piece of Jake to be preserved. But it’s not my imagination, and I know Riv sees it too.
I can’t go through with this. Misty isn’t Jake. And to be frank? If I’m honest with myself, the woman I felt the most for was Sienna.
Sienna Costello, who’s in love with someone else. Hung up on her ex, who did the stupidest thing in the world by cheating on her and letting her go. Our date last night was pure heat, but it was the kiss we shared on the beach this morning that sent my heart into a frenzy. A frenzy that left me wanting more, yet utterly confounded by the complexity of what I was feeling.
I thought it was because I was thinking about Jake, but now I realize it was something more.
Sienna, with amber eyes that seem to carry an entire ocean of sorrow and resilience. Her hair, a cascade of warm toffee waves. The morning sun painted her in a glow of gold, making her look as ethereal as the first light of dawn.
I wasn’t kissing a ghost, as I thought I was.
I was kissing Sienna...
And then, in the limo...
I wish she were the one sucking my cock right now. She’s just as good as Misty, and I...
I have feelings for her.
I’ve had her on my mind since the interlude in the limo, and my God... All those years of pining for Jake, never letting myself fall in love with anyone else...and I think that hot attorney has captured my heart.
It was easy to tell myself it was nothing. That she and I were both kissing ghosts, both hung up on someone else. But the truth of the matter is that Jake has been gone for twenty years...and he probably wouldn’t have returned my feelings anyway.
And now Sienna’s gone...
Back to Leroy, the man she still loves.
I pull my dick out of Misty’s mouth.
She looks up at me. “You all right?” she asks .
I nod. “I’m good. Let’s just finish our shower and then we’ll talk.”
She gives a short pout, but then she rises and stands in front of me, droplets of water meandering down her gorgeous body.
“It’s not right, is it?” she says.
I smile and move the hair out of her eyes, noticing that cowlick she shares with Jake. Lisa must have had the same one, but I never noticed. “No, Misty. It’s not. But that’s okay. I’m still going to help you find out more about where you came from.”
She grabs the bottle of shampoo, and we wash each other’s hair. We’re still naked, and I’m still erect—I mean, she’s beautiful, and I’m only human—but it’s more like two good friends helping each other through a difficult time, if that makes any sense at all.
We leave the warmth of the shower, our bodies wrapped in fluffy white towels, and I find odd comfort in the mundane ritual of drying off. Misty squeezes the water out of her long hair. I hand her my brush.
“Is there someone else?” she asks. “One of the other women?”
“I didn’t think there was,” I say. “But I was lying to myself. I was hoping it would be you, Misty.”
“All the while I was hoping for River.”
I nod.
“Why did you want it to be me?”
I sigh. “I’ll tell you once I get to know you better.”
“Can you at least tell me who you have feelings for?”
I can do that. I owe her that much. I hand her a robe. “Here. I don’t want you to have to put those wet clothes back on. I’ll walk you up to your suite, and I’ll tell you. ”
She drops the fluffy white towel and stands naked in front of me for a moment before she puts on the robe. “Do I really do so little for you?”
“You do a lot for me,” I say. “You’re gorgeous, but you don’t need me to tell you that.”
“It’s the only way...” Her words trail off as she slides the robe over her milky shoulders.
“It’s the only way...what?”
She sighs. “I throw myself at men, I guess. I always have, since I grew up and found out I’m attractive to them. I didn’t get any love at home, so...”
“So you sought it elsewhere,” I finish for her.
I can relate more than she knows.
“Yes, it just... It feels so nice to be wanted, you know?”
The sadness in her voice makes my chest tighten. “I do understand, Misty.”
I’ve been searching for that same feeling—that all-encompassing emotion—that I long for.
I think I’ve finally found it.
Sienna.
She’s the one.
“But we can’t use people as substitutes for those we have lost or longed for,” I continue. “It’s not fair to them, and it’s not fair to us.”
Misty looks at the floor, her damp hair tumbling over her face.
I take her arm. “Come on. Let’s get you to your room. It’s late, and we all need some rest after this day.”
She nods, and we leave my suite, walk up to the third floor, and arrive at the door to her room. She hands me the key and I open it for her.
“Before I go in...” She lifts her chin .
Uh-oh. Does she want a kiss? I just told her?—
“You said you’d tell me who you were interested in.”
She’s right. I did. “I’m not sure it matters because she’s gone now. But it’s Sienna.”
Misty presses her lips together for a second, but then she meets my gaze. “Are you sure, Brett?”
And in that moment, I am. I’m sure. “Yes.”
“Then go after her. Fight for her. If you think you may be in love with her, you can’t let her go.”