Page 39 of Twisted Bonds
Why? Why is this happening to me? Why can't I be happy, just for once? Why couldn't you bring Beau back weeks ago?I look up at the ceiling as I ask these questions, knowing I won't get any answers, at least not yet. I understand that things happen for a reason, but seriously?
My eyes pop open when I hear Bain's usual smooth voice break and breathe his first wife's name. A woman then stutters her greeting, and my curiosity gets the best of me. Peeking out from around the corner, my eyes go straight to the woman whom I have only seen in pictures, a woman thought to be dead.
I gasp.
When I feel eyes on me, mine move back to Beau only to find that his are what I felt on me. Those beautiful green eyes are now filled with hurt; I did that, but how does he think I felt when he knew I was coming home a year ago and didn't want to hear about it. Bain had shown me the text that night. It was the same night that two of the D'Angelo brothers were finally taken in while one of them died on the floor here at Huntley Manor.
I glance back to Bain, and I know I should be happy for him, but when I see him pull Chloe into his arms, my heart breaks, and I turn away, unable to watch the display of affection. My mind is in turmoil as I rush up the back stairs and go straight to my old room. Standing in the middle of the bedroom, I take it all in.
This new turn of events has changed everything for me. On one hand, if Chloe is alive, then Bain's marriage to my mother is null and void. It also means that Bain is not my stepfather, not that it matters now that his wife isback. It also suggests that Beau and I are not stepsiblings, which we never let bother us before, but what concerns me is that without the Huntley family, I'm all alone in this world.
What will happen to the Foundation that's here on Huntley's property? Surely, Bain's wife won't want his ex-submissive around. I fall to my knees and let my head fall back. The damn breaks and tears stream down my face. I don't stop them; I let them run their course. I should have known better than to allow myself to be happy. The darkness within doesn't like it, so I will sit here and pay my penance the best way I know how: through tears and a shattered heart.
I don't know how long I remained kneeling, but I realize my legs are numb when I hear the door to my room open and then close softly. I don't bother opening my eyes; I can't look at whoever it may be, but I don't need to. I feel them drop to their knees before me and press their forehead to mine, and I take in their scent—Bain.
"Ryan…"
My name is a whisper on his lips. It only makes me cry harder…
"Please don't cry, pretty girl…" His hands cup my face, and I feel his lips as they try kissing away my tears.
My eyes open, and I try to pull my face from his hands, but he doesn't allow it. I plead, "Please don't. You're making it so much worse."
"I can't help it, baby. I feel as you do right now, but you're my calm within the storm…my solace during moments like this; you have been for months now. I don't know how tonotcome to you when I feel as though I'm drowning. I'm not too proud to tell you that I'm fucking scared. I've only just got you…I don't want to lose you."
I'm at the point where I'm ugly crying now. I can barely see past my tears, but I can see just enough to watch a few tears drop from Bain's eyes. I grab his face and wipe them away.
"I'll always be here in that aspect, but you have your wife back. We can't beusanymore. You and Chloe deserve another chance…"
"And what about you?"
I smile through my tears and shrug. "I honestly don't know, but I'll figure it out."
"I fucking love you, Ryan. I don't know…"
"And I love you, Bain, but you need to try. You owe it to yourself and Chloe."
I notice him look at my mouth, and I know what he's going to do seconds before he does—and I let him. Bain's mouth crashes against mine and I open for him. We take from each other, tasting the other, knowing we need to savor this moment.
His hands slip into my hair, fisting the strands and keeping me from moving as he kisses me with everything he's got. I do the same, only I take hold of his neck and hold him to me. Without stopping, I move forward and climb into his lap. His hardness assaults my center instantly, and even though I shouldn't because of who is waiting downstairs for us, I can't help myself.
I let go of his neck and reach between us, sliding my hand into his shorts and pulling him out. I waste no time impaling myself on his length, knowing that this will most likely be the last time. We both moan as I slide down his shaft until he's fully seated deep inside. Only then does Bain let go of my hair to take hold of my hips. His grip is just as tight on my flesh as it was on my hair, and I can't help but cry out when he lifts me and slams me down on his cock. He proceeds to take me to that place where onlyhehas ever taken me, the place where pain and pleasure work together to give me the gratification my body craves.
Twenty-Two
Ryan
"I'm going to come…" I pant against his mouth, not wanting to lose contact with his lips.
"Do it, Ryan. Give me everything…please!" he begs—and I break.
"UH…OH GOD…BAIN!"
"Yes, baby…I’m…right…there…with…you…FUCK!" He thrusts into me on each word and then buries his cock deep as he releases himself. "I don't want to go back down there. Can we just pretend…" Bain's voice is low and husky as he catches his breath.
As much as I would love to stay here with him, we all owe it to ourselves to figure this shitstorm out. I pull away enough to look him in the eye so I can speak. "We love those two people, and we both know this. Whatever happens, I know that I have the love of Bain Huntley even if you can't be with me, and I need you to know that you will always have my love, regardless."
He clenches his jaw and nods. He holds me in place when I try to move off him. "Not yet. Just let me hold you for another minute."
