All In (The Blackstone Affair, Part 2) Read Online Free PDF

Brynne
back then, as I jerked myself to an empty climax in my very
pathetic and lonely present. I had to remember or I wouldn’t have
got off. I cried out as the spunk shot out the top of my cock in a
near painful rush, all over the sheets on my bed, shiny white
against the black. It should be her! I panted against the
headboard and let the release spread throughout my body, angered
that I just wanked off to her image like some desperate freak.
    I couldn’t care less about the mess. Sheets
can be washed. My mind cannot.
    I can remember every time I was in her.
    The emptiness invading me is something
almost cruel, and the climax definitely no substitute for the real
thing. Very hollow and utterly useless.
    No possible way, Benny! He’s far too
beautiful to have to resort to his hand for an orgasm.
    Yeah, right. I got up and stripped the
sheets from the bed and headed for my shower. Nothing but her will
ever be enough.
    ♥
    She rang me that afternoon on my mobile. I
missed her call because of an idiot meeting. I wanted to hurt the
morons who’d taken my time but I hit voice mail instead.
    “Ethan, I—I got your letter.” Her voice
sounded thready and the urge to go to her was so great I didn’t
know how I would manage to keep away. “Thanks for sending it. The
flowers are beautiful too. I—I just wanted you to know that I
talked to my dad and he told me some stuff—”
    She lost her composure then. I could hear
the sounds of muffled crying. I knew she was, and it broke my heart
wide open. “I have to go...maybe later we could talk.” She
whispered the last. “Bye, Ethan.” And then she hung up.
    I thought I would crack the glass in my
mobile punching buttons to redial, praying she picked up and would
speak to me. Time slowed down interminably while the call
connected. Once, twice, three rings. My heart pounded and the need
for air increased—
    “Hi.” Just one little word. But it was her
voice and she was directing it to me. I could hear noises in the
background. Like traffic.
    “Brynne…how are you? You sounded upset on
your message. I was in a meeting…” I trailed off realizing I’d
started rambling. I forced my mouth closed and desperately wished
for a lovely black clove cigarette.
    She breathed heavy into the receiver.
“Ethan, you said to call if anything weird happened—”
    “What happened? Are you all right? Where are
you right now?” I felt my blood run cold at her words and the sound
of her voice. “Are you outside?”
    “I’m on a run at the moment. I had to get
out of my head for a bit and just take a break.”
    “I’m coming to you. Tell me where you
are.”
    She got quiet. I could hear the cars moving
around her and I hated being forced to endure the imagined
visualization of where she was at the moment. Alone on the street.
Vulnerable. Unprotected.
    “Will you tell me, please? I have to see
you—we need to talk. And I want to hear what worried you enough to
ring me and leave that message earlier.” More silence. “Baby, I
can’t help if you won’t let me in.”
    “Did you see it?” Her voice changed,
becoming harsh.
    “See what?” I swear I only wanted to go to
her and get her in my arms. Her question didn’t register at first.
The cold silence on the other end helped me to figure it out real
quick though.
    “Did you watch it, Ethan? Answer my
question.”
    “The sex tape of you and Oakley?”
    She made a sound of anguish.
    “Fuck no! Brynne…” The fact she even asked
me such a thing pissed me off. “Why would I do that—”
    “It’s hardly a sex tape!” she yelled into my
ear. My chest ached like a knife had been shoved in.
    “Well, that’s what your dad told me it was!”
I yelled back at her, confused by her questioning and utterly at a
loss in this fucked up conversation we were having. If I could talk
to her in person, get close to her, make her look me in the eye and
listen, I might have a chance. But this fractured argument was
getting us nowhere