Page 22 of Jilted

Chapter Nineteen

A my waited as Brett spread the blanket on the ground, and then she sat between his legs.

He’d woken her at the ass crack of dawn and brought her back to the same secluded spot he’d brought her that day for the picnic.

At first, she was annoyed that he’d woken her so early when they’d spent the entire night making love, and she was exhausted, but now that she was wrapped up in his arms, watching the sunrise over the ocean, she was no longer annoyed.

Brett nuzzled her neck and kissed the sensitive spot behind her ear. She sighed with contentment and snuggled deeper into his arms. “Thank you for getting up and coming here with me. Even if you are grumpy.”

She playfully elbowed him. “I’m not grumpy, I’m tired. Someone kept me up all night.”

“Are you complaining?”

“Never.” She smiled and turned her face toward him for a kiss, which he willingly gave to her. Like she would ever complain about being with him. “Can I ask you a question?”

“Of course.” But he kissed her again before she had a chance to speak. “You can always ask me anything. You know that.”

“We leave in few hours, Brett. What happens when we get home?” Amy adjusted her body so that her back was to his chest again. She didn’t want him to see the fear in her eyes. “With us,” she added as an afterthought, “what happens with us?”

“Well...” He took both of her hands into his and laced their fingers together. “For starters, dinner at my parents’ house.”

She laughed. “Other than that?”

“I want you to move in with me, Amy.” He said it so calmly, like it was no big deal, but his words echoed in her ears.

Move in with him? She had to bite down on the inside of her cheek to stop from squealing with delight. “Wouldn’t it be better if you moved in with me?”

Amy owned a house, whereas Brett rented a very large apartment. She had nothing against apartment living, and honestly, she’d live in a box with Brett if he asked her to, but it seemed like a step backward to sell her house and move into his apartment.

“Then I’ll move in with you.”

“Really?” That seemed a little too easy.

“Yes, really.” He chuckled. “I don’t care where we call home as long as I get to make love to you every night and wake up with you by my side every day.”

“Aww,” she cooed, turning her head to kiss him again. “That’s the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me.”

“Give me time. I’m sure I can come up with something better.” He winked.

Amy once again turned her gaze back to the rising sun. Other than saying, “I love you,” she really didn’t think he would be able to top that. Closing her eyes, she rested her head on his chest and enjoyed being in his arms, which, in her opinion, was exactly where she’d always belonged.

After several moments of silence, she asked, “Why were you going to marry Vanessa when you’d only known her for six months?”

Behind her, Brett sighed. “I don’t know.

I guess I was caught up in the excitement of the show and how we’d met.

She was so full of life, and she wanted the same things I did.

At least, she said she did. It was apparent after my bachelor party that her future plans left no room for my friendship with you. ”

“She knew that you were with me the night of your bachelor party?”

“Yeah, I don’t know how she found out, but she did. And she threw a vase at my head.”

Amy laughed, then cupped her hand over her mouth. “I’m sorry, that’s really not funny.”

Brett squeezed her tighter against him. “It kind of is.”

“So, if you knew she wanted different things, why didn’t you call off the engagement?”

“I probably should have, but I truly believed I could change her mind about you.”

It hurt to sit there and hear Brett talk about Vanessa like that.

And it really hurt to know that he was willing to marry a woman who wanted to completely cut Amy out of his life.

Sure, Brett was with her now, but if Vanessa hadn’t left him at the altar.

..the thought brought tears to her eyes.

She drew a shaky breath and swallowed the dryness from her throat.

“It would’ve been a mistake to marry her. I know that now,” he said.

Yeah, he realized that now, but what would he have done had he actually married her? Amy tried to push the thoughts from her mind. She didn’t want to ruin the morning or their last few hours on this beautiful island by having all these depressing thoughts.

“Amy?”

“Yeah?”

Brett put his hand on the side of her face and turned her to look at him. “Vanessa is a non-issue. I’ve always said that everything happens for a reason, and I have to believe that Vanessa leaving me at the altar was so that I could find you.”

Amy remained silent, hating the fact that her eyes were wet with unshed tears.

She didn’t know what the hell was wrong with her.

They’d spent all night last night making love; then this morning he brought her here to watch the sunrise, and all she could do was mope about the fact that he’d almost married another woman.

God, she was an idiot. She should just accept the fact that fate or God or whatever other powers that be stepped in and finally gave her a chance with Brett.

“Hey,” he said so softly she almost didn’t hear him despite being so close. Brett gave her lips a lingering, tongue-less kiss. “I’m so hopelessly in love with you, Amy.”

All at once, her heart stopped beating, her breath caught in her throat, and tears spilled down her cheeks. Brett loved her? Oh God! He loves me! Amy turned and knelt between his legs so that she was fully facing him.

“I love you, too, Brett. So much.” Those last two words came out more as a sob.

He smiled. “You’re mine now, Amy, and I have no intentions of letting you go.”

“I want to pinch myself to make sure I’m not dreaming.”

Brett laughed. “Trust me, you’re not dreaming.”

She pressed her mouth to his and kissed him hard enough to push him down on his back. He put one hand on the back of her head and slipped the other down her shorts, onto her ass, pulling her against his growing erection.

“Make love to me,” she said against his lips.

“Here?” He was already working her shorts down her hips and thighs.

“Yes, here.” Amy lifted her body enough to accommodate his efforts. “It’s secluded. No one will see us.” She was glad she’d been too tired this morning to bother finding a pair of panties to put on.

Brett rolled her onto her back, yanked his shirt off over his head, and then removed his shorts.

She reached out, trailed a finger down his torso, and along his shaft.

His cock jerked under her touch, and she smiled.

It was surreal to know she now had access to him whenever she wanted.

All she had to do was ask, and he would do anything she wanted.

He reached down and caressed her breast. “You are so beautiful.”

His hand continued downward over her ribs and stomach, sending a thousand tiny shivers through her body, stopping once he reached her folds, which he ran a finger between.

Amy moaned softly and lifted her hips, encouraging him to slide that finger into her.

But he didn’t. Instead, he continued to rub it along her folds, stopping every so often to rub her clit.

Her breathing was becoming labored, and she felt that wonderful tingle in her body.

It started deep in her core and slowly spread to her legs and toes, her arms and face. Her fingers felt numb.

“Brett,” she whimpered.

Finally, he plunged a finger deep into her, and she cried out, on the verge of orgasm already. Christ, the things he did to her. Then, just as quickly, he removed his finger from her. Damn him! Capturing her lips, he kissed her long and hard as he settled between her legs and entered her.

As his cock sunk into her, his moan was deep and low at her ear. “Holy fuck, I swear you feel better and better every time.”

“Yes.” She tucked her legs around his, hooking her feet under his ass and meeting him thrust for thrust. At first, his movements were fast, almost frantic, as if he needed to get out years’ worth of pent-up sexual frustration, but then he slowed down and really took his time.

Brett rested his forearms on either side of her head, smoothing the hair from her forehead.

His kiss matched the tempo of his cock moving in and out of her – slow, steady, controlled, yet totally hot.

It drove her insane when he made love to her like that.

He’d done it last night, too, and she’d come so hard she almost passed out from the force of it.

“Open your eyes,” he whispered. When she didn’t, he stopped moving, and said, “Amy, baby, please open your eyes for me.”

Amy forced her eyes open and looked into Brett’s gorgeous baby blues. There was so much love and passion in his eyes it almost brought her to tears again.

“That’s better.” He smiled and started to move in and out of her again, giving her exactly what she wanted.

As far as sex went, Amy wasn’t shy or inexperienced, but this – making love with her eyes open, her gaze locked with Brett’s – was new. And she decided very quickly that she liked it. A lot. It was a new level of intimacy she’d never felt or shared before.

“Brett.” God...he was destroying her. If he ever left her, or stopped loving her, or wasn’t her friend anymore, she would never survive it. Never.

“You’re mine, Amy.” He increased his pace, his cock swelling inside of her. “All mine.”

“Yes.” She felt her orgasm building in her toes and making its way to her core.

“I love you,” he whispered.

That’s when she lost control. Hearing Brett say those words to her were a dream come true, but to have him say it while making love to her was surreal.

“I love you, too,” she said.

Moments later, they both succumbed to the pleasure only they could give each other.

Brett collapsed on top of her, and she lazily stroked his sweat dampened hair.

Amy had never been so happy in her entire life.

She yawned, content to fall asleep right there on the beach with him on top of her.

It would be hard leaving the island. Once they got back home, there would be work and other distractions.

It wouldn’t be just the two of them anymore.

A few tears slipped past her defenses and down her face.

“Hey,” he put his weight into his arms and looked down at her, “why are you crying?”

She hastily wiped her tears. “I don’t know. I guess I’m just sad about leaving.”

“Will it help if I promise you that things won’t change between us?” He smiled.

“Maybe a little.” She laughed halfheartedly.

His intentions were sincere, but she knew that things would change. There was no way they couldn’t. Hopefully, their feelings for each other wouldn’t, though.