Chapter 59

Chapter 59

Brant 

After the awkward lunch, where Melissa had shamelessly flirted and her mother, Lisa, wouldn’t stop dragging up my past with her daughter, we took a stroll around the cabin. Melissa clung to my arm the entire time. Later we had a light dinner, and I had to practically convince her that I needed to freshen up. That was how I finally escaped to my bedroom, the place spotless and organized, and how I ended up, steam rolling over me as I stood under the shower.

Melissa had been there for me once, back when Jessica left me. I had been a wreck then, drowning, trying to scrape Jessica out of my damn head, and Melissa had filled the silence. She was the distraction I let in.

I hadn’t expected to see her. Hell, I had completely forgotten about her. She had slipped out of my life, out of my thoughts entirely. But Rhett… Rhett had brought her here. And my brother never did anything without a reason. First, he arranged this trip to the cabin. Then, conveniently, Melissa showed up. Sure, she lived in the next town, closer to here, but I knew my brother. He was planning something. There was always an endgame. I just had to wait to see what it was.

And fuck—reliving the day, the thing that kept burning in my head wasn’t Melissa. It was Sable. The way she straddled my brother in the car, those sweet, fucking delicious lips of hers on his. At that moment, all I had wanted was to rip her off him, drag her onto me, make her straddle me instead, and fuck her mouth with my own until she couldn’t breathe, until we both lost every bit of control. Hell, I wouldn’t have cared if it ended in a car crash. I swear, it would have been worth it.

I might have ignored her since the basement, since I had laid myself bare before her. But ignoring her hadn’t meant the feelings were gone. They weren’t. They were worse. They were still there—sharp, brutal, eating me alive. Every time I saw her, every time we crossed paths, all I wanted to do was grab her, pin her to me, and claim her so hard there would be no doubt in her mind. Until she remembered exactly how I felt about her. She would never forget who I was or how I felt.

“Mmm… fuck,” I growled, wrapping my hand around my cock and stroking to thoughts of her.

I couldn’t even remember the last time I had wanted a woman this badly. Not like this. Not with this kind of hunger ripping me apart from the inside. I needed to touch her. To taste her. To feel her body shaking beneath me as she come undone—because of me.

My teeth sank into my lip, a moan tearing from my throat as my strokes grew faster, rougher, my hand working me to the edge.

A few more pumps, and my balls tightened hard. I released with a guttural groan, my cum spilling down the shower drain as my free hand slammed against the wall for balance. My body jerked, shuddered, then slowly came down from the high.

But it wasn’t enough. Not nearly enough. It had been too long since I had been inside a woman, but this… it wasn’t about anyone. I didn’t want just a woman. I wanted her. Jerking off wouldn’t cut it. I needed more. I needed her. And no matter how much I touched myself, it would never compare.

Stepping out of the shower, I grabbed a towel and slung it around my waist, running a hand through my wet hair as I headed into the bedroom.

That was when I heard the knock.

I opened the door, and there she was. Melissa.

She stood there in a silk, nearly transparent slip that left nothing to the imagination—her curves, her body, every damn gift of hers on display.

Memories of our past rushed into my head, flooding me with images I shouldn’t have been craving. The nights I had tried to bury my pain with her body. The taste of her lips. The feel of her skin.

I should have shut the door. I should have told her to leave. Instead, I stepped aside, letting her in.

I had to be out of my fucking mind. On drugs. Delirious. Something.

But I didn’t care.

I couldn’t care. I wouldn’t care. Caring was over.

As I closed the door and turned back, she was already naked. I moved to her in three strides, my hand wrapping around her throat just as she smashed her lips against mine.

“Fuck, Brant… I missed you so much,” she breathed against my mouth. “I’ve been aching for your cock. And you know I’ve been aching for your kind of sin. No one else makes me lose myself the way you do.”

She backed up as I followed, step by step, matching like a dance, our mouths clashing again until our knees hit the bed. She fell, looking up at me with a smirk that dared me to ruin her.

“Your body needs a reminder of who I used to be,” I growled, tightening my grip on her throat. She moaned, guttural, as I dragged my lips down her shoulder, tasting her skin.

I stood, gazing down at her perfect body sprawled out before me on the bed. The same body that had been my salvation back in our college days. Back then, it was all sex, drugs, and toys. The drugs I’d left behind after graduation. Leslie never did. She still spiked my drinks sometimes too, thinking I didn’t know.

The toys were gone tonight, but I didn’t need them.

I let the towel drop from my hips. Melissa’s eyes flicked down instantly, hunger flashing there, before she turned onto her stomach and lifted her hips high in offering. I brought my hand down hard across her ass. She moaned, just the way I remembered.

My hand went back to her throat, holding her down. Melissa wasn’t like Marirose. Marirose wanted love. Melissa wanted ruin. Melissa never wanted it gentle. She wanted to be owned, pushed past her limits.

My cock was already hard as I drove into her in one brutal thrust. Her head fell back, and she cried out, her moan shattering into broken pleas.

“Fuck me, Brant! Harder—don’t stop! Make me your slut, make me remember who owns this pussy! Make me scream for you! Break me!”

I slammed into her, my balls slapping against her clit with every thrust. She clenched tight, her cries mixing with the smack of flesh on flesh.

Her body writhed beneath mine, pressure tightening, burning low in my gut. She glanced back at me over her shoulder, her eyes glassy, wild, filled with lust and surrender.

I groaned as release ripped through me, spilling deep inside her, filling her completely.

She collapsed forward, then twisted around with a wicked smile. Her lips closed around my cock, taking me deep into her throat. She gagged once, then pushed further, swallowing me as I smacked her ass again and again until her skin turned red, glowing beneath my palm, her muffled moans vibrating against me.

I could feel myself hardening all over again, my body refusing to slow.

“Fuck… fuck, Mel… shit!” I groaned, my hand tangled in her hair.

Yeah. Tonight was going to be long, filthy. I was in for one hell of a night.

But even as I took her apart beneath me, I knew the truth. This was just a distraction. No matter how many times she moaned my name, no matter how deep I buried myself in the past she represented, she wasn’t the one I wanted.

It was still her. Always her.