Ones That Need Me Got Me

Why?: Part II

Presley's POV

I sat on the couch the bus quiet with just me on here. Wringing my hands, I pushed to my feet pacing back and forth. Fingers twisting in the ends of my hair as I gnawed on my bottom lip. What was I doing here? I shouldn't have come at all. I hadn't even had to lie to Chris technically. Ashley had done that for me by texting him from my phone that we were having a girl's weekend in Atlanta. And here I was no where near Atlanta.

Wrapping my arms around my waist I retreated further into my thoughts and myself. Something I had been doing for the last month. My mind wouldn't shut off. Feelings warring all the time. The opening of the bus door stopped me in my tracks. I braced my hands on the counter near me closing my eyes. I heard the divider close then footsteps sounded closer to me.

"Why are you here Pres?" Brantley asked me quietly. I kept my back to him shrugging my shoulders. I had no answer other than Ashley made me which was so adult let me tell you. I could either hide everything from him or nothing at all depending on my mood. Over time I had realized why I stayed with Chris. It was simple and easy. No big huge fights. No risking my heart to be shattered again. I wasn't stupid. I knew Brantley had changed. Was so damn proud of him but I still guarded my heart.

A warm hand settled in the middle of my back almost making those carefully constructed walls collapse. He slowly turned me around to face him. He cupped my cheek caressing it with his thumb sending fire through my veins. I don't know if it was the fact feelings had never ceased between the two of us or because it was now forbidden fruit, but I stepped closer into his touch. Lips hovering an inch away from mine. "You know what. I don't give a damn why right now. All I know is that you are here. For whatever reason you are."

I pushed up on my toes sealing my lips to his in a kiss so full of everything I was feeling. Want. Need. Passion. And every over thing I denied myself. Instead I chose to lose myself in the passion. Didn't even realize we were no longer standing in the lounge area. Never felt the backs of my knees bump against the bed. Clothes melted away. Hands trailed everywhere. Kisses that made me feel like I was floating then like my knees would melt if he wasn't holding me up.

I clung to his shoulders trying to get closer. Felt myself lifted. Feeling his hard erection slide into me teasingly slow before leaning down to lower me to the bed. I couldn't get close enough. Chest pressed to mine slowly rocking in and out of my dripping center. Tangling my tongue with his, I whimpered in my throat feeling his hips swivel bumping my clit making me see stars. Brantley reached for my hands to push them over my head but stopped.

My eyes flew open when he stopped mid thrust looking at my left hand holding it. I bit my lip unsure knowing he was staring at my engagement ring like it was a ticking time bomb. A low growl slipped past his lips that were twisted in snarl making my heart drop to my toes. He slipped out of me sitting back on his knees never taking his eyes from mine.

"B..." I started to say only to be yanked up his green eyes glittering with what I'm not sure. Holding my hand up he tugged the ring off tossing it onto the nightstand with a hard shake of his head.

"There's no one here but you and I, is there?" Brantley asked lowly raising an eyebrow at me. I gulped shaking my head. "Exactly."

Gripping my hips, he flipped me over onto my stomach with a gasp. I felt his tongue trace a path from the middle of my back up to my shoulder making me shudder. Easing my hair out of the way, Brantley sank his teeth into dip of my shoulder making me hiss tightening my fingers into the sheets when he gripped my hips and slammed into me.

I screamed lowly feeling myself grow wetter with each hard stroke. Rocked my hips back meeting him thrust for thrust. Fingers twisting in my hair fisting it and making my back arch. I knew I would be feeling this tomorrow. Have bruises that would need explaining as I felt his long fingers dig into my skin. But I wanted more.

"Fuck," I whimpered then gasped hearing a dark chuckle when a chest melded to back.

"That's one word for it," Brantley growled in my ear bucking his hips hard against mine. The sounds of his skin slapping against mine driving me insane. He tugged me up wrapping one arm loosely around my throat. The other tight around my waist increasing his rhythm. I clung to his forearm for dear life knowing he felt the bite of my nails. Lips ghosted along the shell of my ear while he palmed an aching breast pinching the nipple hard making dampness flood my core. "That's right. I can fucking guarantee he doesn't make you feel like this. Can't read what your body wants like I do. If he could then you wouldn't be here right now."

His calloused hand slid of my breast settling over the initials permanently inked into my side stroking gently. A soft touch coupled with his rough dominance. "Has nothing other than a piece of metal and a stone marking you as his. Bet if he knew the truth behind this tattoo it would drive him crazy. Because face it baby, you were mine first and there is no changing it. No denying it. I know what makes your body tick. What will take you over the edge then beg for more. Mine." I sobbed unable to take anymore.

Each relentless stroke taking me closer and closer to that precipice we both were reaching for. Brantley slipped a hand down my stomach swirling his tongue along the curve of my neck grazing it with his teeth. Pressing his thumb on my swollen clit hard he bucked up with his hips sending me shooting for the stars. "That it's baby. Cum for me."

"Aghh..." I screamed shuddering and clamping down on him so hard I saw black spots at the edge of my vision. Felt him follow me with a hoarse yell arms gripping me pulling me close. I was fairly sure I had passed out until the sheets settled around me. An arm wrapped tightly around my waist.

Face buried into the column of my throat. Tears welled in my eyes as I struggled with all the thoughts and emotions flaring through my overloaded system. Silence surrounded us other than the hum of the bus tires on the road. I felt Brantley's breathing even out thinking he had fallen asleep.

"Why did you say yes Pres?" he whispered huskily in my ear. "Been trying to wrap my mind around it."

"Because he is safe," I sobbed feeling the tears slip down my cheeks unchecked.

"Since when in the fuck have you ever liked safe," Brantley growled in my ear. I could hear the hurt along with anger in his voice. He flipped me over to face him slipping a finger under my chin making me look at him in the dim light. "One of these days you are gonna stop holding the past over my head. But until you do, I guess you are better off where you are. No risk of him hurting you like I did. You'd rather hide than feel. As much as I would love to ignore it, I do recognize you have some feelings for him. But darlin, you don't feel even an ounce of what you once felt for me. I know I didn't with Jana so that's why she is gone! If you did you wouldn't be lying in this bed in my arms."

"I don't see you stepping out of your comfort zone and exactly fighting for me," I hissed without thinking.

"And there you have it Pres," he whispered leaning down to brush his lips against mine. "That's my greatest fear right there. Not winding back up buried in the bottle again. But putting myself out there. Fighting for you only for you not to choose me. Because in all honestly, I don't think you would."

He sighed then shifted pushing my head onto his shoulder. "I'm not talking about this anymore. Let's get some sleep. I have to be up early for an interview when we reach the next stop. Listen, I want you to stay the weekend. I would like that. But Pres, after we get back, this can't happen again. Not while you are still with him."