Episode 84
EPISODE 84
KNOWING WHEN TO brEAK THE RULES
Sienna
As Brett and I kiss, the ferry gently rocks. The rhythm soothes me as I relax into the embrace. The engines thrum a gentle vibration beneath my feet, and I’m not sure how much of it is coming from the boat or from Brett’s subtle groans.
My God, this man can kiss. I thoroughly enjoyed our encounters yesterday and this morning, yet I break the kiss and look out to the ocean.
“You okay?” Brett asks, smoothing a lock of hair off my face.
The warm breeze twists the hair out of place a second later. “I’m good. Just thinking about what you said about the ocean. About how we shouldn’t be so rigid.” I sigh. “I think I’m a lot like you in that way, Brett. As an attorney, I kind of have to be. If I don’t have a plan, I can’t zealously represent my clients.”
He cups my cheek. “Seems we’ve both learned something during our short stay on the island. And I wonder if that shouldn’t be part of the purpose of this adventure.”
“I thought the four of you were looking for love matches,” I offer.
“Oh, we are.” He turns and gazes toward the slowly receding island coastline. “Then again, you can learn from every experience. Every failure.”
“Do you expect this event to be a failure?” I can’t help asking.
He smiles. “Of course not. But even if it is, I’ve already learned a lot.”
I tentatively touch his cheek and scrape my fingers over his light-brown stubble. “I have, too. From you, Brett.”
Though I expect him to inquire further, he doesn’t, and we spend the rest of the short ferry ride in silence.
When we arrive and disembark, a limousine awaits us, the driver standing with a sign that says, “Mr. Dawson and Ms. Costello.” Strange, since until an hour ago, River was the one scheduled to escort me, but these men have more than enough money to get something as simple as a sign changed.
The driver opens the back door. I slide in, and Brett quickly gets in next to me. I gaze out the window, taking in the swaying palm trees, resorts, and small beachside communities, as the chauffeur moves us along. Once we’ve gone a few miles, the scenery morphs into lush rolling hills and mountain ranges with dense and vibrant vegetation.
We don’t talk much, and I have my hands clenched together.
I’m doing the right thing, going home to see Lavonne. Of that I have no doubt.
Leroy, though, is another story. I’m being tugged at both ends.
“You okay?” Brett finally asks.
I simply nod.
“You sure? Your knuckles are tense and white.”
I unclench my hands and wiggle my fingers. “I’m fine, Brett.”
He takes one of my hands. “Look at me.”
I meet his blue gaze.
“You’re conflicted. I can see it in your eyes. I could feel it in your kiss on the boat.”
“I enjoyed the kiss, Brett.”
“I know, but I’ve done a lot of kissing in my life, and I know when a woman isn’t wholly into it.”
“Did you think I was into it last night?” I ask coyly.
“Oh, you were all in last night, Sienna.” He squeezes my hand. “But a lot has happened since then—for both of us.”
He’s talking about my call from Leroy. Lavonne’s accident. But what does he mean when he says, “for both of us?” Sure, he admitted to me early this morning on the beach that he had loved and lost, but that happened long ago. What has changed for him since last night? I open my mouth to ask, but before I can?—
“As long as you have breath in your body,” he says, “there is still time to make things right.”
I stare at him a moment. Is he talking about me or about himself?
No time to ask, though, because we’ve reached the airport.
“We’ve arrived, Mr. Dawson,” the driver says through the intercom.
Brett pushes the intercom button. “Could you pull into a parking spot somewhere and then leave the car for a few moments?”
“Yes, sir.”
I wrinkle my brow. “What are you?—”
Brett quiets me by placing his fingers gently on my lips. “Trust me.”
Once we’re parked and the chauffeur has exited the limo, Brett turns to me and slides a hand behind my neck. “I thought a goodbye kiss might be nice.”
He leans toward me, but I hold him back. “Why? Why kiss me if you know I’m not all in?”
He sighs, stroking my cheek. “Because we get each other, Dancing Queen. Two broken hearts. Two halves that don’t make a whole, but we can ease each other’s pain.”
I melt into him then, and our lips meet. The kiss turns from gentle to raw in a flash. Our lips slide together roughly, and our tongues seem to be in a sword fight for control.
I’m in now. In for some… I don’t know what. Brett isn’t fucking anyone anyway, so why not kiss him? Maybe I’ll get another orgasm out of it.
He breaks the kiss abruptly and pulls a condom out of his pocket.
I gasp. “Brett? You said?—”
“Yeah,” he interrupts me. “I have my rules. But the thing about rules? Sometimes they can be broken when it makes sense to do so. I’m not in love with you, Sienna, and you’re not in love with me. But like I said, we get each other. And I don’t know about you, but I sure could use a good hard fuck right about now.” His lips come down on mine once more.
A fuck.
Alex and I fucked, and though it started out great, it ended without an orgasm for either of us, which may be just as well since he didn’t use a condom. I’m protected, but nothing is a hundred percent.
The kiss is passionate this time as well as urgent, and I resolve to let Brett take what he seems to need from me…because I need it as well.
He slides his hands underneath my skirt and panties and breaks the kiss. “Fuck, you’re wet.” He licks his fingers. “And even sweeter than you were last night.”
I don’t reply. I simply lift my skirt, wriggle out of my panties, and then present myself to him doggy style.
I hear him rip open the condom packet, and a second later he’s inside me, fucking me right here in the limo. He burns through me as if his cock is made of fire, and the stretch—the exquisite stretch.
“Tight,” he grits out. “Fuck. So tight.”
“That’s it,” I say. “Fuck me, Brett. Damn, you’re hitting my G-spot. I’m going to?—”
I explode around him, clenching my teeth so I don’t yell his name. I soar over the hills of Jamaica, letting the climax roll through me, take me to new heights.
Because I need—and want—this as much as Brett does.
“That’s right, baby,” he says. “You come for me. Come all over my big cock.”
He milks more and more orgasm out of me until I’m spent.
But he’s still thrusting. Still burning though me. Still?—
“Fuck, Sienna! Fuck!” He jams his cock into me, releasing.
We stay joined for a few precious moments, but then he pulls out. By the time I turn around and shrug back into my panties, he’s already disposed of the condom.
“Did you need that as much as I did?” he asks.
“Maybe more,” I reply.
He lifts his eyebrows, but I choose not to elaborate. We’re not in love. Not even close. It was a fuck. He broke his rule for me because he needed a fuck, and he didn’t have to worry that I’d fall in love with him.
Because I’m in love with someone else.
Damn it. I wouldn’t mind falling in love with Brett Dawson. He’s a catch. And like he said, we get each other.
But until I resolve my feelings for Leroy once and for all, my heart isn’t my own to give. Brett was right about that.
I grab the carry-on that’s sitting across from me.
“Hey.” He touches my arm. “I’ll get the driver. He’ll drive you up to the terminal. It’ll be a half-hour walk from here.”
I smile and push his hair off his sweaty brow. “I’d prefer to walk. I have enough time.”
“I’m not sure you do,” he says.
I smile. “I’ll make it.” I scramble out of the limo with my carry-on.
I probably do have enough time to get to the terminal, get through security, and make my flight.
But if I miss it?
It might not be the worst thing.