Page 128 of G.O.D.S Omnibus

“It’s time to push. Boston used to be the only one who could snap him out of it. We’re hoping that you could try.”

“How? I’ve never had to do this before.”

Trace shrugs as he turns onto the main road towards the house. “Your guess is as good as ours.”

What choice do I have? He can’t keep lying in bed all day, every day. I know how it feels to be sucked down that path.

Chapter Eleven

Jolie

After Trace and I return to the house, I escape to the shower. All the guys have to go to school, but I decide to skip, partly because of Brennan and partly because I don’t want to face my friends. The betrayal still hurts, even if they have a reason to justify it.

My life has been riddled with so many lies since being brought to the Myers house. But with this hurt, all I can think about are the lies told by my ex-best friend and ex-boyfriend.

From the start, I knew I never should have gone exclusive with him—I knew it wouldn’t work. But I tried anyway because it’s what he wanted. Honestly, I thought I would be the one to cheat; maybe he knew and wanted to beat me to it. My best friend was where the real betrayal came from. The system moved me around so much from fourteen onwards that I never had the chance to make friends. Yet the last two foster families were so close, I took the jump and made a connection. I was sodesperate to feel wanted and loved—that’s always been my issue. It was a mistake I won’t make again.

Pushing open the door to Brennan’s room, I peek around his space. He is lying on his bed, in the same position I’ve seen him every time I’ve come in to check on him. Looking freshly showered, his mismatched clothes are the only indication he was forcefully washed and dressed. Brennan doesn’t even look up as I enter; he just stares off into space. Brainstorming what Boston would do while in the shower, I decided he would have had a no bullshit attitude. I don’t think I’ll be able to accomplish that, so I’ll just have to wing it.

Taking a seat on the edge of the bed, I look down at him. “Hey, Brennan.”

He turns his head slightly and looks at me, then turns his head back to resume looking into thin air.

“The guys told me you should have come around by now. Honestly, I really don’t know what help I’m going to be. Not sure they equipped me for this, but I’m going to try. I watched this TV series once calledChuck, where he gets government secrets put into his head. That’s kinda how I imagine what they did to you—overloaded your brain—and now I need to find a way to bring you back.”

Standing, I walk around to the other side of the bed and cuddle down beside him. “I’m going to stay here with you until we figure this out.”

Taking his hand, I intertwine our fingers. Brennan squeezes my hand, that one movement letting me know he is still in there and giving me hope. I use my other hand to get my phone out of my pocket and try to google what could help, which proves to be useless. What terms do you even use to google what happened to him? Thinking how Boston would have done this, I lay this way for a couple of hours. Then it comes to me... By gosh, I think I have it figured out. Boston loved to be bossy and piss peopleoff, so he would have used that against his brother to gauge a reaction. Climbing out of the bed, I race up to my room, a plan forming in my mind. I can see by the way Brennan always looks at me when he thinks I’m not watching that he wants me, but he always holds himself back. Maybe I can entice him with my body to at least have some type of reaction—to tell me to get dressed or to leave.

I throw on some sexy lingerie, but the memory causes a pang of hurt to stab me in my gut. Sinclair insisted I buy it. It was supposed to be for Laughn, the blood-red colour reminding me of our weekend together. I fix myself in the mirror and head back down to Brennan’s room. He doesn’t even blink when I walk back in. Putting extra sway in my hips, I make my way over to his side of the bed and stand before him, leaving a little distance so he can view my outfit in its entirety. I detect a glint in his eye, a little more than recognition, but he doesn’t deviate from his semi-comatose state. He has ignored me all day, but now I have finally found a way to play him at his own game.

“I had a thought,” I murmur, tapping my blood-red lips. “Boston isn’t here to piss you off, so it has to be me. What better way than to throw myself at you?”

His eyes move, trailing down my body, taking me in. When he looks back up at me, there’s a fire raging in them. Brennan’s pissed that I would be presumptuous enough to think this is what he wants. I strut to the side of his bed, but his eyes never stray from mine, a battle of wills between us. Can he let this go as far as I’m claiming I will take it? Is he willing to call my bluff? The answer to that is a resounding no because he will lose. I have fucked guys in the past for a bed to sleep in just so I didn’t have to go home. This deal really benefits us both.

I sit beside him and run my finger down his chest. His breathing changes—what was once a soft breath becomes a quick pant—and I feel his heart now thumping in his chest. He doesn’tbudge, though, so I decide to up the ante. Using my mouth, I trail kisses down his abs, leading towards his glorious V. Desperately needing to know what he hides behind those staid slacks, I take the button of his shorts between my fingers, but before I can get them undone, his hand comes down on mine.

“Jolie,” he croaks.

“Brennan,” I whisper back. “Let me do this for you.”

As I look into his crystal-blue eyes, I see he’s right there in front of me. Not completely back, but he’s close.

He removes his hand and I unbutton his shorts; whoever dressed him hadn’t even bothered with boxers. Carefully I unzip him, ensuring I don’t get his rock-hard cock stuck between the zipper teeth. Having seen that happen before, it looks awfully painful.

I manage to get his shorts down and climb on top of him. Sitting above his hard cock, I lean down and place my lips on his. At first, it’s slow, a soft melding of our lips together; I want to make sure that he is okay. I’m not a sicko who wants to take advantage of him when he’s weak. Brennan’s hand snakes around the back of my neck and his fingers twist into my hair lightly, keeping enough pressure that I’ll continue to kiss him. Which I do until the ache between my legs has my ass scooting backwards. I use one of my fingers to pull my lacy underwear aside and I slowly ease myself down. We both groan when I’m fully seated to the hilt, then I wait for Brennan to take some control.

He twists his head to the side, pulling back from my kiss. My lips trail across his cheek and down his neck. He releases the hold on my head and his hands move down my body to rest on my hips, then he urges me to move. Slowly rocking my body into his, I let him set the pace.

This fuck shouldn’t rock my world or even his. I just need him in the present; he’s the rock, the glue that is holding us alltogether—I can’t lose him. I’ve encountered enough loss in my life already and I will be damned if I let him go without trying to save him.

Losing myself in the way his skin feels under my fingertips, I relish how he grips my hips hard enough to let me know he has come back to his senses. Neither of us speak as we get lost in the moment. The realisation that we can’t go back from here hits me like a two-tonne brick.

He was created to love and protect me. For most of my life, he has tried to protect me, and it’s time for me to love him the only way I know how. No pretences, no fake promises for tomorrow, no broken hearts. But mark my words, Brennan Myers is mine. Maybe Chester and I are not that different, after all. I’m laying my claim, and so help me if anyone tries to take him away from me. They won’t like the outcome.

Grinding my clit into his pelvis has my orgasm peaking. I arch my back and roll my nipples between my fingers as the shockwaves ripple through my body. Brennan’s grip on my hips tightens, and he groans as he comes along with me. I collapse on top of him, the sweat from our bodies sticking us together.

“Thank you,” he murmurs as he wraps his arms around me.

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