Invisible Strings

Chapter Nineteen

Delaney's POV:

It was dark by the time Brantley and I made it back to my parents house. The feelings I'd felt back at the restaurant were long done, replaced with the need to want more from him. And by more, I meant more kisses, more touching, more pleasure –only things that I had ever felt with him. Which was saying something since it had been only a few days since he and I had reconnected. All I know is that I don't remember the last time that I felt this turned on by a man. Whether that was because the man inciting these feelings was Brnatley or what, I don't know. Hell, it could have been the vibrations of the bike that caused all this; it certainly hadn't helped matters any since the bike was practically a giant vibrator.

Climbing off the bike, I couldn't help but notice that the house was dark and that mama's SUV was parked in the driveway. That meant that the kids were in bed and my parents probably were too. Which left me and Brantley alone without the risk of getting caught.

Pulling on every ounce of confidence I possessed, I did something that I have never done before. Since Brantley was relaxed on the bike, I swung my leg over the gas tank, putting myself in front of him, facing him. I looped my arms over his neck and placed my lips over his, asserting control over the kiss. His hand slipped beneath the hem of my tank top, the calluses on his fingers sending a shiver down my spine and making my nippled pebble beneath my shirt. I rocked my hips, feeling the bulge behind his zipper. It hit me in all the right places.

As it was, it wouldn't take much for me to make myself come by just rubbing against him like this. The vibrations of the motorcycle had gotten me that close. Brantley must have known what I was feeling because he broke the kiss. While he peppered kisses across my chest, he said "when you come in my arms, we're both going to be naked". To emphasize his point, he scraped his teeth over one of the hardened buds of my nipples and looked back up at me. The action caused a moan to slip past my lips.

"Fuck, that moan... it does crazy things to me." said Brantley, slamming his lips down over mine again.

I let him take charge of the kiss this time, loving the way he dominated me, the way he plundered my mouth and made me want to do whatever he wanted. And when he broke the kiss and began placing kisses along the column of my neck, I let my head fall back on my shoulders, surrendering to the feeling of his mouth on me, wishing that his mouth was on other parts of my body.

"Are you in a rush to get back home?" I asked breathlessly as he trailed the tip of his tongue along the scooped neckline of my tank top, making me shiver. And believe me when I say, that shiver had nothing to do with the cool night air and everything to do with the man that was turning me on more and more with each second.

"Right now, all I want is to hear you moaning my fuckin' name as I make you come." he growled at the same time as his hands slid further up my shirt, stopping when he held the weight of my breasts in his palms.

"B, I–"

"Baby, either tell me a place we can go to get some privacy, or I will spread you across this fuckin' seat and lick your cunt until you wake everybody in that house."

"Barn." How I managed to get the word out, I don't know. Because his filthy words had scrambled my brain, making me nothing more than what he was offering.

Without another word, Brantley lifted me at the same time as he stood from the bike. I wrapped my legs around his waist and slammed my lips down over his, kissing him with everything I had in me. Before I knew it, we were in the barn and B was settling me down onto the workbench daddy had in the middle of the building. Usually the thing was covered in all kinds of stuff but by the grace of God, it was cleared.

As soon as my ass hit the table, Brantley's kiss turned more desperate as his hands moved to the button of my jeans. My own hands tugged at the material of his shirt, wanting to feel his skin beneath my palms. With a flick of his wrist, he had my pants unbuttoned. "Lift up." he said against my lips.

Doing as he said, I lifted up. As soon as I did, he shoved my jeans down my thighs before I could even attempt to help him work them down my legs. Since I had on calf-high boots, he couldn't pull my pants all the way off without removing them. God, what I wouldn't give for a pair of flip-flops right now...

Like a man who had been starved, he dropped to his knees and placed his head between my thighs so quickly that I didn't even realize what was happening until his warm tongue danced over my clit. The feeling of his tongue over the tight bundle of nerves was almost enough to have me falling apart. The arms that were holding me up gave out and I crashed down onto the wooden table top. My hands cupped my breasts, toyed with my nipples as my lower half moved of its own volition, wanting him to hit that spot that would make me go off like a roman candle. Brantley seemed to know what my body was asking for because one minute he was lazily licking me and the next his teeth gently grazing over my clit before he soothed the bite of pain as he suckled and flicked his tongue in quick succession.

I could already feel the orgasm building, just outside of my reach; so close that I could almost taste it.

"Fuck, Amber, I've missed the taste of your greedy little cunt..."

For me, Brantley's words were the equivalent of throwing ice down the back of someone's shirt. The orgasm that I had been on the cusp of disappeared instantly, all but forgotten. But for Brnatley, It took a few more licks before the realization of what he said dawned on Brantley. He must have thought that me trying to close my legs was because I was so close.

But as the realization hit, he pulled his mouth away from my pussy so fast that he fell onto his ass. Even in the low light of the barn, I could see the remorse he felt for calling me by his late wife's name. But as much as I wanted to pretend that it didn't hurt, that his words had not just shattered me, I couldn't. Tears sprang from my eyes and a sob tore through me as I quickly jumped down off the wooden table and snatched my pants back up over my body. I didn't even bother to say goodbye. I didn't want to hear his explanations. Right now, I needed a good cry and to reevaluate what was happening between us. Because right now, it was crystal clear that Brantley was far from being over his wife. There was no way in hell that he was anywhere near ready to be with another woman.

Brantley's POV:

I fucked up.. ROYALLY! Seriously, I don't know that there is anything worse than calling someone by the wrong name while you're face deep in their pussy. And if there is, I don't want to know about it because right now, I feel like the biggest piece of shit in the history of the world. And that's saying something since this world is riddled with pedophiles, rapists, murders, and drug dealers.

Doing the only thing I knew to do, I climbed onto my back and headed home. The kids were staying with mama tonight and it's a damn good thing. I'm not fit for company. Right now, all I wanted to do was go home, pull a bottle of liquor from the shelf in the Dawg House, and bubble the damn thing until it was empty. But just because that's what I wanted to do, didn't mean that I would. I'd been sober for too long, been through too much, to resort to that now.

But fuck... what I wouldnt give to have the last few minutes scrubbed from my mind for forever.

After parking my bike in the shop, I sank down onto one of the couches in the Dawg House, dragging my phone from my pocket. I pulled up the text messages between Delaney and I. I knew I needed to explain what happened but how do you tell a woman that you didn't mean to call you by your dead wife's name?

A simple sorry wasn't enough... nowhere near it

A long drawn out explanation wasn't worth it either because it would most likely go unread.

Which left me with the only choice I had –wait her out. And I was not a patient man.

But I owed Delaney this for what I had done. I just hoped that one day she found it in her heart to give me the chance to explain what happened. I just hoped that if that time came, I had an answer to tell her.

"You fucked up good this time, BG." I said, slouching into the couch. "Ruined every-fuckin'-thing."