Page 8 of Seven Days
My reflection in the closet mirror catches my eye and I realize I’m still wearing Thomas’s clothes. Without giving it too much thought, I pull one of my favorite sundresses off a hanger and slip it on. It’s just a yellow linen halter dress, simple, but the color really works with my skin tone. I rarely wore it because Trevor didn’t like it.
Thomas is zipping up some of my full suitcases, a stack of picture frames beside him, when I finally finish getting the last of my toiletries packed up. He picks up a photo from Trevor’s bedside table and looks at it.
“Does he really have a framed photo of just himself beside the bed?” He looks over at me with a raised eyebrow.
“Yeah.” I cringe, knowing how it looks seeing the photo I took of him at his law school graduation. I asked him about why he didn’t put one of the two of us together in the frame instead. He said he worked hard to make it into and through law school. That he deserved to see a reminder of it every day.
“Wow.” He sets it down with a disgusted look on his face. “He seems like a great guy.”
Right as he finishes that statement my phone vibrates with a text from Trevor.
Trevor:Who is the guy?
Trevor: What are you doing, Brianna?
Trevor: ANSWER ME
I sendhim a middle finger emoji before blocking his number. Muttering to myself, I walk out of the bedroom and into the open area where Trevor’s desk is. I should have turned the camera off as soon as I hung up with him.
I’m bent over the desk, trying to figure out how to turn off the webcam when I feel Thomas at my back. His hand lands on my waist and squeezes gently. My entire body is vibrating with a toxic combination of anger, frustration, and hurt as I fumble with the keys.
“Bri,” his hand covers mine, “talk to me. Tell me what’s going on.”
His breath is warm on my bare shoulder as he speaks andI stand up, but don’t turn around. His presence at my back feels comforting, like I could lean against it and let him hold me up. “Trevor has this webcam on. He’s been watching it and waiting for me to come home.”
I bang a few keys in frustration trying to figure out how to log onto his computer.
“This camera?” he asks quietly as he points at the lens.
“Yeah.” I nod.
Thomas doesn’t move and I swear I can feel him thinking behind me. I just wish I knew what was going through his head.
“He’s watching now?”
The hand that was on my waist moves up my ribcage. My nipples tighten as I feel his lips graze my neck and my body rocks back against his as I draw in a shaky breath.
“I have an idea, but I need you to consent to me touching you.” His hand moves to right below my breast and his thumb slowly caresses the swell. “What do you say, Bri? Shall we show him what a real orgasm looks like on a woman?”
I take another deep breath before answering. “Yes.” I nod. “Please.”
Oh my God. Is this really happening?
5
THOMAS
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It’s over as soon as I hear ‘please’ leave her lips in that breathy whisper. I call on all my will power to not strip her all the way down and fuck her ruthlessly against her ex’s desk. Instead, I move painfully slowly, my fingertips finding her nipples through her dress. I draw light, teasing circles around them until I know they’re hard enough to show through the material.I want this asshole to see exactly how good I make her feel.
One hand slips under the strap of her dress and my dick surges to life against the curve of her ass. She isn’t wearing a bra, there’s nothing to put a barrier between us. Her chest rises and falls with deep breaths as I slide the strap all the way to the side, exposing her along with what I’m doing to her to the camera.
I’m punching my ticket straight to hell for this and fuck if I care. Looking down at her body and feeling the weight of her breast in my palm erases every sane thought from my head. She releases the slightest whimper as I continue the soft, teasing strokes around her nipple.
My other hand moves slowly down her soft belly, over her rounded hip, and down her thigh. Her legs are pressed tightly together. I begin bunching her skirt up with my fingers, inching it slowly up her legs.
“Spread your legs for me, Siren.” I kiss her neck as I whisper the instructions.