When she’d made an appearance at the clubhouse, I hadn’t realized that my life was about to change. That I was about to be usurped.
I’d thought Nyx loved me, but when he and Giulia had grown entangled, I’d come to see that I was the fool. He’d never promised me anything, but I’d gone chasing rainbows with the desire for protection. With the need for security.
As I stared at myself in the mirror, wearing a bright red Gucci dress that wouldn’t fit in at the Sinners’ compound in West Orange, it was so easy to see me in the barely there gear I’d worn before.
Only through Nyx and his particular proclivities had I not been passed around. If it weren’t for him being a possessive bastard, I’d have been whored around the brothers...
When Brennan teased me, taunted me, called me a slut, I knew that I wasn’t. I also knew thatheknew I wasn’t, but with him, the label turned me on.Heturned me on. Everything he did, the way he talked, the way he walked. What he wore, how he carried himself... The way he touched me, kissed me, sucked me, licked me...
I would never have known sex like this was real if it weren’t for him.
Brennan, in a week of marriage, had disproven my self-belief that I was frigid.
I wasn’t.
I just needed the right man.
Hewas that right man—my body had made that decision for me. And maybe his had made that decision for him too…
Been waiting a lifetime to claim a woman in as many ways as I’ve claimed you.
My heart was still pounding, the past and present blurring, my heartache for a man who’d never wanted me fading away as I realized that it wasn’t Nyx’s fault I’d pinned all my hopes on him. It wasn’t Nyx’s fault that I’d fallen for him when he hadn’t fallen for me.
Ever since I’d shoved my way into Brennan’s life, thoughts of Nyx hadn’t been as constant as before and that feeling of being heartsick had disappeared. I’d been so stupidly in love with him that I’d been pining, but Brennan didn’t give me room to pine.
If anything, I only thought about Nyx now to compare him to Brennan, and my husband always won.
Always.
How was it that hearing about his kid brother being injured was a slap in the face that proved to me how over Nyx I was?
The curtains parted, and I jerked when I saw Brennan watching me. “Everything okay?” he asked, frowning when he saw I was still wearing the red dress.
I blinked at him, feeling dazed with my revelations. “Huh?”
A rueful smile creased his lips as he looked me over—his awareness of me was incredible, as I came to realize he’d heard my gasp so was checking in with me.
Swaggering in, he hauled me against him before he lowered his head and let our mouths collide. Relieved that he’d mistaken my mood, I raised my arms and tucked them around his neck, clinging to him as he pressed me against the wall of the changing room.
His tongue thrust against mine, eating into me as he tipped my head to the side for better access. When I was breathing his air and he was breathing mine, I rippled against him, needing to get closer as I raised my leg and cocked it against his hip.
A grunt escaped him, prompting him to pull back before he muttered, “Fuck, I knew I liked this dress. Easy access.”
His hand slipped between my thighs and he rubbed along the gusset of my panties again before he prodded beneath, letting bare flesh connect with bare flesh. I shuddered against him, my back arching as he let out a hiss.
“I swear to fuck, you make me remember what it was like to be twenty.” His dick was thick and hard against my thigh, before he muttered, “Goddammit.” His mouth burrowed against my throat, where he pressed a soft kiss, mumbling, “I have...” Another kiss anointed my collarbone. “To...” Another to the divot between my breasts. “Go.”
I smirked up at the ceiling, letting my head tip to the side so I could see us both in the mirror, and as heat flared inside me, acceptance did too.
Nyx was the past.
Brennan was the present.
But, more importantly, he was my future.
I let my nails rake over his head, ruffling up his hair, before I purred, “There’s always later.”
“There always is with you,” he said dryly, pushing his forehead against my chest, smothering himself in my cleavage.