Changing Course (Wrecked and Ruined #1)(81)

"I think after today, you have every right to say something. That doesn't mean I'll agree with you though."

"I know."

"I went about telling you this in the wrong way, but I do want to say, it bothered the hell out of me that you called Caleb instead of me."

"I'm sorry. He told me months ago that if I ever ran into her I should call him. I guess it stuck with me. After the way things went down last time, I think I secretly wanted someone who would side with me without question."

"I'm always on your side, babe." He actually sounds a little hurt.

"I don't doubt that when it comes to anyone except Sarah," I say as he lets out a loud exasperated sigh.

"Look, I really don't want to talk about her anymore tonight. This moment right now is the high point of my day."

"How did you get in here?" I suddenly realize Kara isn't home and I know I locked the door.

"I used your key. I went and picked up your car. I thought you might need it for work tomorrow."

"Oh, jeez...thanks. I didn't even think about that."

"Well, I'm glad I'm good for something." I giggle as he tickles me. "I love that sound," I love you. "Can we finish this conversation tomorrow? I need to make you come then fall asleep inside of you," he says as I instantly go wet.

"Um..."

"Please Jesse, I need your silence more than anything right now. It doesn't have to be sex, but I need to feel you right now."

"Did you just take sex off the table?"

"Hell no!" he says, appalled that I would even suggest such a thing.

"Good, because I had a rough day too," I smile.

"Shit, I'm sorry about everything. All of it."

"Shhhh...I don't want your apologies. I want the silence too."

That's all it took for him to roll me over and satisfy his need to make me come. Twice. He really is an overachiever.





Jesse

"WHERE ARE we going?” I ask for the hundredth time since Brett picked me up.

"Jesse, I don't care how many times you ask me, I'm not telling!" he says, amused and frustrated.

"This is torture."

"This is not torture. This was me trying to surprise you by doing something fun. Stop complaining."

"I'm not complaining," I say, shocked he would even think that. "I'm excited, Brett. You know I don't do well with surprises. I'm sorry if you think I'm complaining."

"Gorgeous, don't get all upset. I was just picking on you. Even if you were complaining, I wouldn't care." He never his eyes off the road, but still manages to flash me a sexy smile.

Brett picked me up at nine this morning. He got called away last night, and decided to sleep at his own apartment since he got home so late. I hate when he has to leave in the middle of the night, but I guess it’s all part of his job. He showed up bright and early with coffee and muffins, so it's not like I could be annoyed. He told me to dress warm and be ready in thirty minutes. I wanted to offer up some attitude but when he refused to tell me where we were headed, I was so curious I immediately got ready.

"Where are we going?"

"Still not telling you," he sings beside me. "Seriously babe, you are going to ruin this. It's not a huge deal, and if you keep asking I think you are going to be let down."

"Did it cost you a small fortune?" I ask teasingly, but totally serious inside.

"It cost less than dinner last night, if that makes you feel any better." It did.

Brett is always paying when we go out. Which I would think was nice if he took me to normal date restaurants. No, Brett insists on taking me to nice places. He's not a fancy guy, so for a while I couldn't figure out if he just wants to eat at those restaurants, or if he had some misplaced need to impress me. He could have taken me to Mickey D's and I would have still been thrilled just to be spending time with him.

When I finally got up the nerve to ask him, he laughed at me. To my face, flat-out laughed at me. My hang-up on money gets under Brett's skin. I can't help it. I hate when he spends more than my meager weekly paycheck on one dinner. He’s a freaking detective, not a corporate CEO. I have to give up the fight though. He's a big boy. He can spend his money however he wants.

"Did you bring extra clothes?" he asks as we turn down a dirt road. We are at least an hour outside of the city. I can't imagine what we could be doing today.

"Yeah," I absently answer while searching for clues out the window.

Thank God we brought the Jeep today, because I'm not sure the BMW would have made it down this rough road. Suddenly, Brett steers the car to the side and throws it into park.

"We're here."

"Um...what?" I look around at nothing but trees and dirt. He doesn't acknowledge my confusion, but gets out and walks around to open my door.

"Let's go, gorgeous." He pulls me to my feet, my eyes still searching for a destination. He slings a bag over my shoulder and walks off into the woods.

"Brett! Where are you going? Don't leave me here."

"Then hurry up!" he shouts, not bothering to turn around. The idea of being left alone in the middle of the woods definitely put a little pep in my step.