You Are Mine For Keeps. のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 121 - チャプター 130

Daisy cringed at the horrible bitterness in his tone. She understood how he was feeling, how badly the mental images could sting and claw at him. She had felt worse since Lana came into the picture. So, she understood. Brett straightened suddenly, leaning forward to rub his thumb roughly across her lips. "He’s had your mouth." He said, before sagging back into the seat. He threw his arm across his face and Daisy knew he was still seeing her kissing Ray. It was eating a hole in his mind. Needing a sort of connection between them, she surged between his legs and fumbled with his button fly. He caught her fingers in an iron grip but kept his eyes covered with his forearm. "What the hell are you doing?""Brett..." She sobbed. "I need you."She drew closer but he put both hands on her shoulders and urged her away. Daisy looked up at his gorgeous face, and saw his eyes glittering in the semidarkness. He touched her lips with his thumb and ordered hoarsely, "slide your tight cunt around m

"I hate you!" She screamed again. "You're a callous, self-centered son of a......." He was in her again, filling her, stroking rhythmically into her quivering core. Unable to stand it a minute longer, Daisy struggled to reach her clit with her fingers, knowing a single stroke would have her coming violently. "No." Brett caught her wrists and held her hands down on the seat, and kept her legs spread wide with his thighs in-between, allowing him to sink deep into her over and over again. The tempo of his thrusts were unfaltering and relentless, keeping Daisy at the edge of losing her mind. She knew could make her come with just his cock. He could give her an intense orgasm just from riding her at the right angle, by rubbing his cock over and over whatever spot he needed to, a random place inside her that he knew just how to locate. "I hate this, I hate what you're doing, I hate you," she sobbed, tears of frustration wetted her face and the seat beneath her cheek. Bending over her,

"When found out, I sent her back to her Fiancé." Daisy stared at him, noting his regret and embarrassment. "But she refused to go back and she kept hoping we'll work out for a while. It was hard for her to finally settle with my decision.""And the younger sister?" Daisy asked."I didn't do that intentionally. I didn't know who she was. It was a random night and it was a one time thing." He responded.He bent his head, ashamed of what he’d done. "Say something." He snapped. "Gloria, did she think you loved her?" "I.... I don't know. Fuck. I’m an asshole for doing what I did. But I didn’t promise her anything. I was screwing Manuel through her. I didn't expect her to become collateral damage. I shouldn't have let it get that far.""Brett." Daisy sighed and shook her head. "What." He was practically restless, with anxious energy exuding his body. "Why did you say my name like that?" "Because you’re ridiculous at times." Daisy smiled, dryly. "You were sleeping with her regularly and

"You should get some sleep." Brett said, a couple of minutes later. "I'm not feeling sleepy." Daisy replied. "Where are we now?" "Less than an hour away from Lakeview." "It's such a long road trip. We could have taken a flight." Brett nodded. "But that wouldn't give us the opportunity to sort out this heavy log hanging above our heads. Sunshine." He called caressing her hair. "Henceforth, you'll never have to worry about Lana. I'll make sure of that." Daisy felt a warmth spread through her skin. She thought of all the work and time Brett had put in to make sure they had this weekend to themselves. He had worked so hard over the week, taking up more tasks than usual. Just for the two of them. And here she was, giving him so much stress. She's supposed to be his peace, sort of. He's been nothing but honest with her. If he's ever open up to her about something, he'll always tell the truth. And he's bent all his rules for her, making her understand that she had him and he was

Brett and Daisy arrived back in Fairview just before midnight on Sunday. They spent their weekend mostly in each other's arms and company. Enjoying the smooth feel of the lake, the amazing view. Most of their day was spent kissing and touching, encroaching each other's space in a good way. Laughing and whispering. By silent agreement, they didn’t talk about painful things during the rest of their time away. They didn’t turn on the television or radio, because it seemed wrong to share their little time with anyone else but themselves. They walked around the lake, made long, slow, lazy love on literally any spot they found appealing. Since their privacy was ensured, Daisy ended up wearing the only two pieces of dresses Brett kept for her and none of those dresses kept anything hidden from Brett. A dress that allows his hands to trail and his cock to twitch at random. "I must have died and gone to heaven!" He had exclaimed when he saw her put on one of the dresses after taking a