Changing Course (Wrecked and Ruined #1)(77)

I watch him closely for some sort of reaction, but he doesn't move a muscle.

"What is it?" Leah asks. It's clear to everyone that even more dramatics are happening in our little corner of the family room.

"Jesus," Brett stands up and walks out of the room, leaving the picture frame on the couch beside him.

His family is all looking at each other, and I can hear the guys rumbling questions. I'm not sure what to say. His reaction honestly surprises me. I look to Kara for silent advice. She knows the whole fog and sun story, but she offers nothing more than a wide-eyed shrug. I hand her Daisy and decide to follow him. At the very least, I should apologize for my unknown transgression.

I quietly make my way up the stairs, when I hear him pacing in our room.

"Hey." I step into the room closing the door behind me.

"Where did you get that picture?"

"I saw it under your keyboard when I went to pick up Caleb," he suddenly stops pacing and looks at me questioningly. "He helped me pick out your shoes. It was that night you picked us up from the bar." My answer must have satisfied his curiosity because he resumes his pacing, and runs a frustrated hand through his hair.

"Fuck."

"I'm sorry." I don't know what else to say. I'm clueless to why he's acting like this. Before I can't analyze it any deeper, I'm lifted off my feet and thrown to the bed. Brett's mouth lands harshly on mine. I only struggle for a second, then it's all hands and lips.

"Jesse, that picture is amazing. It randomly showed up on my desk the day after the ball. I must have looked at it every five minutes since then." He roughly bites down on my nipple through my shirt causing me to cry out. "Too hard, gorgeous?"

"No," I gasp for breath as he continues.

"I love it." He pins my hands over my head and rolls his hips into mine.

It's around ten on Christmas morning, his entire family is sitting downstairs, yet I still find myself lifting my hips so he can remove my pants. I hear a familiar foil packet then he swiftly slams himself inside me. I let out an uncontrollable moan and he presses a hand across my mouth.

"You need to be quiet. This will have to be quick, so don't hold back on me."

He wasn't kidding about it being quick, and I'm not talking about him. Brett puts every trick he has into getting me off. With his mouth on my breast, thumb on my clit, and his length buried to the hilt inside me, it only takes a few strokes before I unravel underneath him. A few seconds later he follows with a silent release of his own.

Still fully dressed, with our pants around our ankles, he lays on top of me catching his breath.

"That...picture."

"You don't have to put it on your desk or anything. I just got the idea in my head-"

"Are you f*cking mad? I'm definitely putting that on my desk. Hell, I feel the need to blow it up into poster size and hang it on my living room wall," he teases. "Jones would have to make a huge frame for that though."

"You knew he made it?" I ask surprised. I thought Caleb was doing me a special favor.

"Yeah, but I have to say, he really out did himself with that one. Seriously Jess, it's perfect!

"You seemed mad when you opened it."

"I was just a little overwhelmed that's all. Sorry, if I bit you too hard."

"It's okay. Thank you for my computer and Daisy."

"Daisy, huh?"

"Yeah, it's my favorite flower."

"Good to know," he winks as he slowly pulls out.

We need to go back downstairs, but what I wouldn't give to spend the day in bed with him. Unfortunately, that isn't an option, so I pull up my pants and watch him heads to the bathroom.

All-in-all, even through our ups and downs, this would unquestionably be my best Christmas ever.





Jesse

IF I thought our relationship got better after Thanksgiving, Brett and I have come a million miles since Christmas. It's like something happened that day two months ago. A huge, realistic, life-altering rubber band snapped everything into perspective. Considering that we have only been together four months, I would say our relationship is pretty serious. That is if you don't consider that we still haven't talked about our actual relationship.

Not a single day passes that I don't spend the night with Brett, well that is if you don't count Thursdays. Caleb has reassured me on more than one occasion that Brett isn't with Sarah. He says they meet up and go drinking at the bar for a few hours. It still burns when Brett disappears though.

Every other night, Brett comes to my apartment, or Daisy and I go to his. For someone who claims to be a dog person, he sure does love that cat. I don't have to bring her every time I go to his place, but he usually insists. He once gave me the silent treatment when I showed up alone.

We still don't talk about Sarah. I know what you are thinking. How can you not talk about the crazy, hot blonde elephant in the room? Well, it's easy. Denial is a hell of a tool. I just pretend like she doesn't exist. I know doing that doesn't help us move forward. It also means I don't have to face the fact that my boyfriend, who I'm in love with but who doesn't reciprocate, is married to another woman. Maybe I'm the crazy one not her, or at least that is what I thought until Sarah came prancing back into my life.