Page 86 of Burn It Down
Dark hair, paler skin. I rounded the bed, snatching up the other photos. Some were from tonight, her undressing as she walked around our place. Lying in the bed naked.
The others were not from tonight. They made me sick. Photos that showed she and I at the pub. My tongue pushing into her mouth. My hands all over her fake tits. The two of us leaving, Bree smirking back at the camera.
I remembered it now; she looked so much like Gigi that night. Clearly that was not by accident.
“You were just what I thought you were. Tasted like I thought you would. Sweet, but dirty. Like an expensive cigar.” I snatched all the photos up.
“You’re such a whore. You knew I wanted Gigi. Even tried to look like her for me. I think I called you her name.” I taunted as the fog lifted and I remembered.
During the spring, I had been in a bad way. Gigi was at Cage’s almost every night and I was going crazy. I stopped fucking the randoms, but I brought them home anyway.
That night, Gigi had a fucking date. I was miserable, got wasted at the bar, and Bree was all over me. I brought her home, let her suck my cock, and when I came all over her tits, I cried out Gigi’s name. Saw Gigi’s face.
“Hmm, yes. You know,” Bree leaned close, her mouth against my ear, “It made me come so fucking hard when you did.” My eyes widened as I shoved her away from me.
“What? You’re a sick bitch, Bree.” I glared down at her.
“Perhaps. Know something else I am, Finn Cooper? Tired. Tired of waiting for what I want. Tonight, I get what I want.”
“I swear to God if you touch me again…” I didn’t know what I might do to her, but I certainly didn’t regard her as a lady.
“Oh, handsome. Clue in, big boy. I don’t. Want. You.” I backed further away as she fell dramatically back onto the bed.
The fuck?
“Cogs are moving up there, but slow, yeah? I never wanted you, Finn. Tasting your cock was a treat, I won’t lie. It was never about you, handsome. Clued in yet?” I shook my head because no, I had no fucking clue what she was on about, “I. Want. Gigi.” Bree’s pretty mouth curved up in a twisted smirk as my stomach bottomed out.
“Gigi ismine.” I growled, bending over her on the bed.
“Was. Gigiwasyours. Always fuckingyours. I had her once, for a while. Not the way I wanted her. For four months, you were out of the picture. No more driving her crazy with want. No more leading her on, parading your whores in her fucking face,” Bree’s lips curled as she glared up at me.
“Four monthsI had her. It was fucking beautiful. I loved her first, Finn. You loved her once she grew tits and believed your cock was a magic remedy for the burn between her legs. I tasted her pussy first. Years before you had her in your mouth, Gigi came for me. So fucking beautiful when she comes, yeah?” Ice burned through me at the thought of anyone else making my woman come.
“What the fuck are you going on about? You never had Gigi.” I knew the two were close, but I doubted they blurred the lines like that.
“Fuck yes, I did. You broke her fucking heart, Finn. Over and over. I pieced it back together. Had to take my sweet Gigi out of the fucking country to erase what you did to her. Ringing bells yet, handsome?” My head sagged as my shoulders slumped.
Yes, it fucking rang some bells. The summer before Gigi started college. When she took off because I refused to let us happen. After her graduation, Gigi hoped I’d let her in. Instead, I flaunted women in her face because I couldn't let myself have her.
Gigi went off with Bree on an overseas trip and came back different. Distant. It hurt me to watch and threw me even deeper into my downward spiral.
I caused this. All of this. Had I just taken Gigi the way I wanted to years ago, we wouldn’t have gone through so much shit. So much fucking pain. Clearly, the stalking had been Bree. Just like Gigi had suspected. I had never taken her as a serious threat.
What’s more, I had never considered what her motive might have been. Cocky fuck that I was, I assumed Bree was jealous of me and Gigi. I’d been only half right.
“Gigi does not want you. Gigi never wanted you, Bree; whatever happened was her seeking something she wanted from me. You know that.” I almost felt bad for her. Almost.
“Handsome, I know Gigi used me to get over you. Gigi laughed and lay in bed with me and let me kiss her. Our very last night, I made her come so many times, I thought it was enough. Said your fucking name every time. Gigi didn’t remember the next day. We came back, and I thought rooming with her might give us a shot.”
“Instead, Gigi spent most her time at Cage’s. To be close to me, Bree. Don’t you get it? We love each other. We were always going to end up together. You can’t make Gigi love you. Gigi tried to want someone else. Didn’t you see how impossible it was?” Bree nodded, seeming prepared for this.
“Jordan was never going to be enough for her. Gigi needs someone who can erase what you were to her. I did that. For four months.” I shook my head, disgusted with how she twisted the truth.
“Bree, if you made her come, but she said my name, did you really? When you made me come, I said her name. Gigi was thinking of me, like I always thought of her. Every time I fucked someone else. I saw her face. I said her name with almost every bunny I was ever with. There is no getting her out of my system. No getting me out of hers. We’re rooted too deep in each other for someone else to dig us out.” Bree giggled as she arced up off the bed, pushing her big tits out and wiggling her hips.
“Mmm, yes. I am aware. I saw the ring. The house. I know you plan to have your happily ever after. With my Gigi. I don’t intend to let that happen. Gigi might be heartbroken. I was the closest person to her for a while; I think I can convince her it was all you. I mean, you did lie to her about me once,” Bree seemed manic, popping back up and giggling as she laid out her plans.
“It might take some time, I know. I can give her everything. I know how to make her laugh after you. I know how to make her smile. How to make her come. Gigi is all I ever wanted; like you, I don’t deserve her. You were right about that. I will get her, though.” Bree’s expression twisted, and I didn’t even recognize the girl standing in front of me.
