Chapter 50

CHAPTER50

“Not going to answer me?” Cayley asked, watching as that muscle in Bryce’s jaw continued to tick, letting her know that he had absolutely no plans on telling her, but that was fine.

More than fine, in fact, Cayley thought with a heartfelt sigh as she placed her legal pad on the floor and stood up, really hating to do this, but he hadn’t left her with much of a choice. At least, that’s what she told herself as she pushed her chair back before reaching down for the scissors.

When Cayley stood up, she watched as his expression turned hopeful, which, honestly, was kind of sad, only to turn confused as she knelt down in front of him and reached for the hem of his shirt. “Are you going to answer me?” Cayley asked, glancing up at Bryce to find his eyes narrowing on her and that muscle going double-time.

Nodding, Cayley mumbled, “That’s what I thought,” as she was forced to cut his shirt open. When he still didn’t say anything, mostly because he was a stubborn pain in the ass, she carefully cut each sleeve open and reached behind him so that she could pull the ruined shirt away, leaving him shirtless.

Releasing a shuddering sigh as though this somehow pained her to do this, Cayley placed the scissors back down on the floor and sat down, clearing her throat as she waited. When she didn’t say anything else, Bryce frowned as he glanced down at his torso before glancing back at her and asked, “That’s it?”

Wondering when he was going to learn, Cayley reached down to pick up her legal pad, thought better of it and stood up, deciding that she should get comfortable since it looked as though they were going to be here for a while. With that in mind, she reached down and slowly pushed her cotton shorts down before stepping out of them and kicking them aside as she sat back down, ready to pick up where they left off.

“You were saying?” Cayley asked, blinking at him.

“This is just…sad,” Bryce said with a pitying look.

She appeared to think that over for a minute before she let her shoulders drop and sighed because he was right. “My interrogation tactics could use some work, huh?” Cayley asked, worrying her bottom lip between her teeth as she watched him begin to nod in agreement, only to groan when she reached down and grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it off. Once she tossed it aside, Cayley shifted in her chair to get more comfortable as she watched Bryce try to shift in his chair as his gaze dropped down to her breasts and…stayed there.

“You were telling me why you’ve been avoiding me all these years?” Cayley reminded him, watching as he struggled to focus and since that worked in her favor, she dropped the legal pad on the floor, hooked her thumbs in her panties and-

“Aw, fuck…”

-shimmied out of them and tossed them aside.

Once she was done, Cayley settled back on the chair and-

“You chose Sean over me,” Bryce said, taking her by surprise.

“What?” Cayley asked, frowning as she watched Bryce run his eyes over her before making their way back up and met her gaze.

“You chose Sean over me,” he repeated evenly.

“When?” Cayley asked, trying to make sense out of what he was saying because, if anything, the last twenty-five years of their friendship really should have been considered a hostage situation.

“When we were little. You used to follow me everywhere, and then one day, you couldn’t seem to stay away from Sean,” Bryce bit out, only making her frown deepen.

“Are you sure that he wasn’t dragging me everywhere? Because I seem to recall a lot of that happening,” Cayley said, only to watch Bryce’s expression turn confused.

“Actually, now that you mention it,” Bryce said, clearing his throat as he moved to shift, seemed to remember that wasn’t exactly an option at the moment, and continued looking lost in thought.

“Did it never occur to you to steal me back?”

Sighing heavily, Bryce said, “I couldn’t do that to him.”

“Because of your mother,” Cayley said slowly as everything started to click into place.

“I couldn’t do anything to hurt him,” Bryce admitted as she sat there, nodding as she thought that over.

“And your mother was the reason why you avoided me for all these years and pushed me away last night, wasn’t it? Because you were afraid that I would end up walking away one day,” Cayley said, watching as that muscle in his jaw started twitching again.

“Yes,” Bryce admitted as he met her gaze.

Nodding, Cayley murmured, “I see,” as she reached down and picked up the can of whip cream only to rethink that decision and settled for the bottle of peppermint lube instead.

“I’m nothing like your mother, Bryce,” Cayley said as she lowered herself to the floor so that she was kneeling between his legs.

“And I’m not letting you go,” Bryce said, “not again.”

“Which brings us to the next item on the list,” Cayley said, flicking the bottle open and gently squeezed a line of peppermint lube from his chest down to his navel before closing the bottle and placing it back on the floor.

“And what’s that?” Bryce asked, only to release a hiss of pleasure as she leaned forward and traced that line of lube with her tongue.

“What happens next,” Cayley asked, placing her hands on his thighs as she sat back.

“You untie me,” Bryce said, watching as she slowly slid her hands over his thighs.

“That’s really not going to work for me,” Cayley murmured as she slid one hand over the large bulge between his legs and gently massaged him through his pants, earning a moan.

“I’m going to do whatever it takes to make you fall in love with me,” Bryce said, groaning as she continued rubbing him through his pants as she reached for his belt with her other hand, pulling it loose before unsnapping his jeans and reaching for his zipper.

“And then…” Cayley said as she carefully pulled his zipper down.

“We’re going to fix Thomas House under your supervision, of course,” Bryce said, and since that pleased her, she reached back for the scissors and cut through the rope securing his legs to the chair.

“And then…” Cayley said, standing up and moved around him and freed his hands so that they could move on to the next phase of her interrogation.

“And then,” Bryce said with a soft groan as he pulled his hands free and rubbed his wrists, “we’re going to move in.”

“Move in?” Cayley asked, frowning as she watched him stretch. “You’re not selling Thomas House?”

“No,” Bryce said, shaking his head lazily as he toed off his boots and kicked them aside. “We’re keeping Thomas House.”

“We are?” Cayley asked with a watery smile as she watched Bryce shove his jeans and underwear down before pulling off his socks and tossing them aside.

“We are,” Bryce said, his expression softening as he reached for her.

“And what are we going to do at Thomas House?” Cayley asked as she willingly went to him.

“Besides making love in every room of the house?” Bryce asked, leaning down to brush his lips against hers.

“Besides that,” Cayley said, reaching up so that she could wrap her arms around him.

“I was thinking that we should fill it up with devious little girls that love to torture their brothers and little boys that will one day drive us to drink,” Bryce said, making her smile.

That is, until he said, “But first, I thought that we should pick up where we left off.”

Cayley opened her mouth, only to grumble when she suddenly found herself on her hands and knees on the bed, wondering how the bastard moved so fast. “But this is my interrogation,” she mumbled sadly.

“And you were doing a great job,” Bryce said as she felt his lips press against the small of her back. “You broke me in record time.”

“I really did,” Cayley said with a sniffle, only to moan and tighten her grip around the comforter when she felt his fingertips move between her legs.

“Do you love me, Cayley?” Bryce asked, sliding his fingertips between her lips and over her clit when she opened her mouth to answer, only to tear a moan from her.

“That feels so good,” Cayley said, licking her lips as she shifted her legs further apart.

“Do you love me, Cayley?” Bryce asked again as he slid one thick finger inside her.

“You know I do,” Cayley said, gasping when he began moving that finger inside her.

“More than Sean?” he asked after a slight hesitation, his finger going still inside her.

“I mean, he’s my best friend, so…” Cayley began, only to end up screaming, “Yes! He’s dead to me!” when that finger that felt really good inside her pulled free.

“I suppose that will do,” Bryce murmured as she felt the large tip of his cock placed against her core seconds before he began pushing inside her.

“What else do you want to know?” Cayley asked, reluctantly accepting the fact that he’d once again taken over her interrogation. She really needed to figure out how he kept doing that, Cayley thought, unable to help but moan when Bryce slowly pulled out of her. Licking her lips, she crawled the rest of the way up the bed and by the time that she was laying down, Bryce was there, settling between her legs as his lips found hers and was tearing a moan from her when he slid back inside her.

“If you have any idea how much I love you.”