Off Limits, Brother's Best Friend Chapter 218

Chapter 218: Tea Party 

Brianna

My body slumped against his and my ribs were killing me but the pleasure that shot through me shoved all that sway. All I could feel was his pulsing dick inside me and his hot sperm filling me. He claimed it again, I told myself I would never let him claim me again. But I know what it means to Callan when he fúcks me raw. It is claim on me, he wants to mark me. He wants me to be his. I shouldn't be his but I am. I really freaking am.

His hands gently caressed my body as he still kept his face pressed against me. We were both silent while trying to catch our breath. The gravity of all this was starting to creep in, I just had sex with Callan. I just had intense and intimate sex with Callan. I was so dumb, I know this doesn't mean anything to him and look at how undone I am already. I called myself his name already. He told Bryce I meant nothing to him, he told me the same. He told me he regretted it, he walked out on me and he went to Hannah after I wouldn't let him use me for a hook up and look where I am. Look what I did, whore Brianna. When he finally lifted his head, he pressed a kiss above both my nipples before coming up to kiss my neck once and then my lips.

“Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” He asked, studying me to see how I was acting. I had to hide this turmoil inside me. I don't want him to see it, he doesn't care about this beyond the physical, so I need to hide this ache inside me for him. 

“No, I am okay.” I nodded, motioning to get off him. His hands came to my hips and stopped me.

“No, stay,” he said quickly, keeping his dick inside me. Keeping me with him.

I thought maybe he was going to say something, so I just stayed straddling his lap. He looked at me, but I couldn't understand what I was seeing in his eyes. His eyes were saying things I didn't understand. He didn't say anything but he still held me over his lap with his dick still pressed inside me. It hasn't even gone soft yet, so I feel full.

“Yes?” I finally had to ask him. He was making my heart beat so fast with his looks and caressing hands.

“What?” He furrowed his brows.

“You asked me to stay, I assumed you were going to say something.” I looked at him expectantly. He cleared his throat and shook his head.

“Oh, no. I just..umm..here get up.” He started moving me off his lap. Okay then?

I straightened myself out and started getting dressed again and when he saw me flinching to put my shirt on, he helped me.

“Do you need Advil or anything?” His eyes continued to sweep my body to see if I was okay after our intense sex. It was rough sex but it was intense. I am sore but I won't tell him that. 

The weight of what I had done started creeping in around me. As I stood in his living room, I looked around and realized I haven't been here in years. So much has happened between us and most of it isn't good. I just had sex with Callan. That fact kept crushing into my head like a wave. I am a sex object he just got to enjoy when I view him as so much more. I know this means nothing to him and it means everything to me. I fucked up, I shouldn't have done this. As if he saw my expression change, I watched his face harden.

“What?” He asked me once he couldn't take my silence any longer.

“Huh? Oh, nothing. I should probably go.” I said suddenly and turned on my heel.

“Brianna?” I heard him call after me.

I didn't stop, stupid Brianna, whore Brianna. You let men disrespect you repeatedly and then spread your legs for them. I cringed at myself while I repeatedly pressed the call button for the elevator.

“You are fucking leaving?” I heard his deep gruff voice from somewhere behind me.

“What else would I do?” I turned slightly to find him. He was standing fully dressed again with a proud chest and creased forehead. His eyes were darting around again but when they settled back on my face, they were less in their usual color and more darker now.

He looked conflicted? No, I don't know what I was reading again. His eyes darted down to his feet and he nodded, swiping his hand down his jaw. I asked what else I should do and with a huff he replied.

“Nothing, thanks for the fuck.”

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Thanks for the fuck, I let that statement replay in my head again and again. I knew better, I knew this wouldn't mean shit to him but I just couldn't control myself when I was overcome with emotions from these crazy past few weeks. Of being beaten by my father, being in the hospital and then him dying. My father is dead. I haven't let that sink in yet, I didn't do it with my own hands but I might as well have. I didn't stop Callan when he asked me, all of this has been buzzing inside me and I just wanted to see Callan. I wanted to touch him.

It is not his fault that he thanked me for the fúck, I know I don't mean anything to him but it was still my choice to go through with it. So I don't blame him, I blamed myself for why I am laying in bed with tears in my eyes. I didn't let the tears fall, but they threatened to. I replayed the whole hook up in my head again. Why was it that intense? Why did he look at me the way he did? Why did he call me beautiful and say he missed it? It is just pillow talk, people do that. I am clearly a dramatic person because all I do is whine and complain, enough. I am going to heal my body and when I do, I am going to work on healing my mind. And after all of that is better, I am going to work on healing my heart.

“Ezekiel is gone, my father is gone. I have no one to fear or be apprehensive about, so I need to move on. Something in the back of my head knows that Ezekiel's random disappearance isn't so random. A piece of me knows that Callan and Bryce didn't leave him hanging around. My father had an accident and something tells me that was Ezekiel's fate too. That is why they told me so sure of themselves that he would never bother me again. They know he can't because he isn't here. Still, I ignore it. I don't think about the fact that Callan and Bryce seem more comfortable with murder than they first let on. I don't want to know, I don't want to think about what Callan might have done to my ex or especially my father. 

Drunk driving? He flipped over and rolled down a ditch. How did Callan orchestrate that? I don't want to know, I don't want to think about my brother being involved either. If Bryce killed Ezekiel, or he liked anyone, I don't know if I could look at him the same way. But isn't that hypocritical now that I openly let Callan kill my father? I am fucked up and so are they, we were all fucked up in the head and that is why the three of us clash the way we do.

*******

I received a lovely bundle of peonies today from the lovely Donatella, wishing me a speedy recovery. When I called to thank her, she was surprised it took that long for me to receive them. She sent them shortly after she heard about my car accident, she wasn't currently in the town, so I guess that might be why. I smiled at the fact that the old woman remembered my favorite flowers.

“Brianna, we have a party to attend. Will you be ready?” She asked me.

“Really? What is it?” She piqued my interest.

“Cartier, dear. They want to shoot with us, a new line is coming but this event, this party, it is a royal tea party.” She deadpanned.

“Tea party?” She chuckled at my tone of voice.

“Yes, Cartier afternoon tea party, the jeweler will entertain about twenty VIP guests at a champagne reception and then we will go to a tea party and he will be followed by a presentation.” She explained to me.

“Wow, that sounds awesome. What does one wear to a tea party?” I had to ask her.

Again she chuckled, she finds me amusing though I don't know if she laughs with me or at me.

“We will find the dress together, it is a bit of a conquettish fashion.” She explained though I am not sure what he means, I trusted him though so we will do that together