This time she can’t pretend like this didn’t happen. If I have any say in the matter, it will continue to happen as often as possible.
I don’t know if I’ll ever get enough of this woman.
12
CORMAC
All the tensionI had in my body before is gone.
I’m no longer thinking about what is going on with Darren, or the misdirect Dean threw at me. I’m not concerned with what my father wants me to do; all I’m thinking about is how I get my body to feel like this all the time.
I know the answer.
I’d have to be balls-deep inside of Brenna for all of my days. I’m sure I can’t do that.
I don’t know. I’ll have to ask her.
“What are you thinking about?” Brenna questions after she fixes her dress and finger-combs her hair. As if anyone wouldn’t know she just got railed in the back of this truck.
“I’m thinking about nothing. For the first time in a long while, it’s just peaceful.”
“A good orgasm will do that.” She jokes and slowly moves closer to me, as if she’s testing out what I will allow. I lift my arm and tug her closer to my side. I want her as close as she wants to be.
“What about you?”
“I’m thinking about how much has changed in just a few weeks. And what is going to happen in the future.”
“Hmm.” The future. I never really gave much thought to the future, but now that Brenna is here maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to think about it.
“That’s all very heavy. I don’t think I can lift that right now.” I groan and let my head lay lazily against the headrest.
“Yeah, I guess that would be a conversation for a different time. So… can I assume you’re not upset with me?”
I open my eyes and look at her, raising my eyebrow in question.
“You know, for being a bitch and pretending like I didn’t remember what happened last night.”
I clench my jaw and look away from her. Not that it matters now, I already knew she remembered. “Why did you try to deny it in the first place? I thought we had a good time.”
“We did. It was great. Marvelous. Magical even. I guess that was the problem. I’m not supposed to have magical nights with you. I’m a prisoner here. This is like some form of Stockholm syndrome or something. I’m supposed to hate you, not fall into bed with you every chance I get.”
“You do realize you’re not the only prisoner in this situation, right? I can’t get out of this marriage even if I wanted to.”
Now it’s her turn for her eyebrows to raise. She curls up closer to me. “Does that mean you don’t want to? Get out of this marriage, I mean.”
I press a kiss to her forehead. “You’ve ruined me. I don’t know how, but I’d be useless if you were to leave.”
This causes her smile to widen, and she hums in appreciation.
She buries her head under my chin as we continue to drive back home. It’s been an hour and a half, but now we are deep in the more populated parts of town. The traffic is atrocious.
As we sit there in silence, just holding on to each other, I start to think about the last time I’ve seen anyone in a relationship. The various women Killian used to bring around never counted as a relationship. No, the last relationship I’ve ever seen was my mother and my father.
That didn’t end well.
Still, when she was alive, I never really saw my father and her in any type of loving embrace. It was more like a servant-served relationship. They spoke from time to time. My mother was attentive to us when she needed to be, but she was close-lipped when it came to my father disciplining us. At least most of the time.
I wonder if my father ever felt like she could be a liability. I know that’s how I feel right now.
