Page 30 of Envy
“That. Bastard.”
“Yeah, well, I got him back. His parents got him out of jail on bond, and I kicked his ass. I beat him to a bloody pulp. His dad didn’t even try to stop me. He knew Billy deserved it for what he’d done. I found out later the principal and the guidance counselor had talked to Mr. Brown and told him all about you.
“After that talk, Mr. Brown was even more disgusted with his son. He almost disowned Billy. He demanded an answer from Billy that night in front of me…on their front lawn where I had Billy on his back and had pounded his face with my fists. He wanted to know why Billy had worked so hard to destroy you. Billy admitted he’d always been in love with you but you’d never given him a second glance. Then you fell for me, and that was the ultimate betrayal in his eyes, so he hit us back.”
“I never knew he liked me. He was awful to me.”
“Blair was always in love with Billy. And he was always in love with you. And he used her to hurt you and me. And Blair hated you for being what she couldn’t be.”
I wipe away the tears streaming down my cheeks. So much envy in our little circle. So much useless envy and strife. So much time wasted.
“I went to Harvard to find you,” Wyatt says.
I look up at him, wide-eyed and stunned. “You did what?”
“The first week of class. I looked for you every day all summer. I asked everyone who had anything to do with Montague Manor where your parents were. You vanished into thin air…but I knew you’d be at college. So, all day every day that week, I walked around the campus, looking for you, asking everyone if they knew you. I’d go back to my hotel room after dark and think about you all night.
“Christine saw me there Friday. I didn’t even know she’d planned to go to school there with you.”
“She didn’t. She was just visiting me that day. She wanted to see my dorm room, and we hadn’t spoken all summer. I finally called her when I got settled in.”
He nods his head. “She told me to leave and never come back. She said you’d finally started to come out of the worst depression she’d ever seen anyone in. That you’d been through enough and you didn’t need me to remind you of it when you had your whole future ahead of you. That my being there jeopardized your scholarship and your chance to break free of the Montague Manor chains. As much as it killed me, I couldn’t deny she was right. I had to let you go so you could have a chance at happiness.”
I’m spent. I’m cried out. And I’ve had more than a bellyful of envy, hate, vengeance, and holding onto grudges. I’ve had enough of living in the past and letting it guide my future.
“Thank you for telling me, Wyatt. I’ve been afraid to know the truth for the last ten years. I’ve been afraid it would be worse than what I’ve imagined.”
For all I know, Wyatt could be lying to me about the whole thing. Billy Brown may be completely innocent, but at this point, I don’t even care. I stand again to leave. I’ve heard Wyatt’s side of everything and kept my word.
“Why don’t you eat?” He stands and blocks my exit. Not that I can get out, the door is still locked.
My chin quivers, and my eyes fill with tears. I’d hoped we could end this conversation without this question resurfacing. My reason is irrational, yet as real as anything else in my life.
“Our baby died because I couldn’t feed it. Weeks of depression, staying in bed, barely eating enough to keep myself alive. Why should I eat now?”
The pain etched in his handsome features is directed at me. When he wraps his arms around me and cuddles me in his embrace, the dam inside me breaks free. I cry into his shirt, and he holds me, whispering comforting words over and over. Assuring me it wasn’t my fault. Promising me all will be right again. Swearing he doesn’t blame me for anything. Begging for my forgiveness. Asking me to love him again.
The years of missing him, punishing him, and penalizing myself melt away, and all I feel is how his arms belong around me. His lips feel right pressed against mine. His body was made to join with mine. Our lives were meant to live as one.
He kisses me as if his life depends on it. He devours my mouth as if I’m the very air he breathes, the very sustenance that sustains him. His tongue glides against mine in an erotic dance, pulling me further under his spell and draining me of my wits. But I surrender because there is nothing I’ve wanted more than to feel his body against mine again. To go back to the time when our desire for each other couldn’t be quenched.
He walks me backward until my legs touch the couch. With a practiced hand, he gently pushes me down on my back as he covers my front with his body. His hips curl upward, gliding between my legs and over my clit, instantly increasing my craving for him. I wrap my legs around him and pull him closer to me, pressing his erection against the apex of my thighs.
His unbidden growl stems from the carnal need pushing him for more. He stands, pulling me up with him without the least bit of effort. He cradles me in his arms and carries me to his bedroom. Under his tender touch, he undresses me, caresses me, and leaves wet, hungry kisses all over my body. Everywhere his lips and fingers meet my skin, a fire ignites inside me, demanding more and more.
With his clothes in a pile on the floor, he stands before me, naked and gorgeous. His body is still perfection, but even more so as a full-grown man. His muscles are more defined. He’s thicker and heavier than the boy I knew, and even more potent in his ability to make me want him. I reach for him, gripping his hard cock and stroking him in my hand. He closes his eyes and leans his head back, reveling in my touch. His hips move in time with my pumps until he grasps my hand and stills my movements.
“I can’t wait to be inside you again, Megan. I’ve wanted nothing more than to feel you wrapped around me again for the last ten years. I’m not waiting one more second.”
“Then don’t wait. I’m all yours.”
I watch as he sheaths himself, and he keeps his eyes glued to mine while I watch him. I slide back on the bed, and he crawls over the top of me. With one knee, he parts my legs, and I make room for him. “Are you, Megan?”
“Am I what?”
“All mine?”
He pushes forward, surging into me to the hilt. He groans in pleasure and halts his movement. My inner muscles grip him tightly, and my body adjusts to accept his size. The sudden fullness is pure heaven, and my body curls upward in ecstasy. I use my heels to push against him, urging him to move again.
“Fuck, yes, you’re still all mine. Say it.” He grasps my hair against my skull in his fist and pulls it just hard enough to add a little pain to the pleasure.
“I’m all yours,” I reply in a breathy pant. “I’ve always been all yours.”
He pulls my knees up and wraps his arms around them, driving deeper into me with the change in position. My nails scrape against his skin, screams of pleasure fall from my lips, and sweat beads on my skin. He conquers my will and my body without a fight. I never stood a chance against him. I know that now.
He’s my first love…my only love.
