When the Last One Falls

Chapter 19

Keris~

After Brantley and I had gotten home last night, things had turned dark as I had confessed my deepest sexual fantasies, Brantley making them all come true. He'd been insatiable, and the more shame that I had unleashed, the more incredible the sex had become. It'd been wild, euphoric, and unhealthy.

With a whole other side of me-one that I'd never known existed-showing its face, I felt like a fly trapped in a spider's web, held captive for it to play with until it got tired of playing with me.

"Well, I'm glad things are working out for you," Lindsey said. "I've been so worried."

When I'd woken up this morning, I'd felt...confused, ashamed, and weak. Though my body was sore as hell and singing the Lord's praises, admitting to liking a man taking away your choices was not right or anything that I was proud of. No matter if Brantley was judging me or not, I was judging me. No matter what anyone else said about acknowledged consent, I was still getting off on Brantley leaving me no choice but to follow his lead, ultimately submitting to his sexual whims.

So, feeling like I had betrayed everything strong and dignified about myself, I had crawled out of Brantley's bed, making my way back to my bedroom to call my sister. While Dylan and Huntley were my rocks, Lindsey was my sister, and maybe I needed a reminder of why I had agreed to this.

"We still have a lot of things to work out...you know, things to learn about each other and stuff like that, but I think we'll get along fine," I semi-lied.

"Have you talked to Mom or Dad?" she asked, and the hesitancy in her voice had me immediately worried.

"No," I answered. "Honestly, I haven't spoken to them since the day after I got married. I'm...I'm still mad and disappointed with them."

"Well, I was over there the other day, and...well, they're acting like their lifestyles haven't taken a pay cut, Keris," she said, and I just closed my eyes as I sighed. "I...I think you might want to have a talk with them about it."

"Why?" I asked. "I can't stop them from continuing to be fiscally irresponsible, Lindsey."

"True," she agreed. "But I can see them thinking that your new husband will continue to bail them out, and I think you need to make it clear that he won't. It might help them face reality before it's too late."

Before I could comment, the door to my bedroom opened quietly, and I saw Brantley walking in, dressed in only a pair of grey athletic sweats, and I had to close my eyes again for a quick second. Brantley Kingston had the body of a god, and it wasn't fair for men to look like he did. I mean, how in the hell was a woman supposed to stand a fighting chance against all that?

Opening my eyes, the sexiest smirk was playing on his lips, and I just knew that he was up to no good. My body was incredibly sore, but I couldn't see him caring about that. Hell, I didn't even care about that. Those abs of his made me want to lick him all over, and his big dick had turned me stupid in every sense of the word.

"Keris?"

I shook thoughts of Brantley from my head. "No, yeah...I'm here," I stuttered. "I was just...yeah, you're probably right. I'm going to need to talk to them about what they think this is."

"I just..." she trailed off, and people really shouldn't need a drink at this time of the morning.

"What is it, Lindsey?"

"It just sucks that this all fell on your shoulders, Keris," she said, and I knew that I'd do it all over again just to save my sister.

"It's fine, Lindsey," I assured her. "I'm good."