Page 14 of Mistaking Stone

The sound of glass breaking startles us both and I leap from the bed, forgetting that I’d left Turner lying in a heap on the floor.“Do not leave this room for any reason,” I instruct her.Bree nods then buries her face into the pillow.

I rush downstairs, prepared to take care of my brother once and for all.Except there’s no sign of him.The back door swings haphazardly back and forth, revealing a trail of blood from the doorway and out across the patio.

I secure the locks to all the doors and set the security system.Not that I think Turner would be stupid enough to try something again—hell, I’m surprised he was able to walk away on his own considering the shape he was in—but for peace of mind, it’s the least I can do to make sure Bree is safe.

I draw a bath of warm water and pull one of my robes from the hall closet.I find Bree in the same position I left her in, her eyes staring blankly at the wall in front of her.

“Bree, honey, I’ve got a warm bath waiting for you.”I brush the hair from her eyes and she lifts her face into the palm of my hand.

“I love you, Stone.I swear, I thought he was you,” she says between sobs.“You would never hurt me, though.”

“No, baby.Never.”

She slowly pushes herself up and I realize at this moment just how lucky I am to have her.I only hope we can get back what we once had.I hope Stone hasn’t permanently damaged her, physically and emotionally.

“Will you help me get this off?”she asks, slipping her finger underneath the bathing suit top.

Reaching behind her, I pull the string tied behind her back and watch as the fabric slips away from her chest.Earlier I’d wanted to rip it off of her and now all I want to do is bury it deep in the trash.

Goosebumps appear on her skin, the same way it did when I used my tongue to explore forbidden territories.I hold her hand as she steps into the water.I quickly shed my own clothes and step in behind her.

With her back pressed against my chest, I stare over her shoulder and down at her titties.My mouth waters, wishing I could trace my tongue around the slightly raised skin.

She’s quiet for the longest time, then suddenly, she reaches for the bath cloth I’d left draped over the side and begins to scrub her skin with it.Using rough, fierce strokes, she attempts to cleanse her body of any trace of my brother.

I can’t help watching her hand dip into the water as she swipes the cloth over her pussy.Over and over, until her skin is almost raw.

“Babe, you don’t have to keep doing this,” I murmur into her ear.

“But I want him gone.I don’t ever want him near me again.”

To Be Continued