instant. She had no right to be this close to him and he had no desire for her. Reyna remembered the last she had been this close to him. What his reaction was. Brody had only offered her sympathy, but things had gotten out of hand. If Brody hadn’t stopped it when he did, then…
Brody was strong, and she was his best friend’s wife. Reyna pulled away and tried to control the hurt and the breathless sound of her voice, she turned away.
“I’m sorry, I’m okay now. I, I didn’t mean to wake you. I’m okay now.”
He swore softly before reaching for her once more, his hands going firmly around her body making contact with the bruises along her ribcage still painfully tender after all these weeks. Reyna flinched and he saw it.
“Reyna? What is it? What’s wrong? Are you hurt?” Brody didn’t wait for her answer. He pushed her back against the bed and lifted her tee shirt above her waist. He touched the fading bruises just below her breast. She wanted to die with shame. She tried to push his fingers away acutely aware she wore nothing but the thin white bikini panties and tee shirt, but Brody didn’t let her go. His searching eyes met hers expecting answers. She could see all the accusations clearly, before he even asked the question.
“Who did this to you, Reyna?” His hand reached up to grasp her chin tenderly, forcing her to look at him. “Answer the question. Who hurt you?”
“No, no one. It’s nothing. I fell. That’s all. It’s nothing.” She closed her eyes against the disbelief in his. He hadn’t believed anything she’d said. She wasn’t really expecting him to,
He made a contemptuous sound before releasing her as if her touch contaminated him.
“I hope to God he was worth it.”
Reyna couldn’t stop the bitter laughter that bubbled up inside at those words. She turned away, wishing he would just go and leave her in peace.
“He wasn’t.” The last thing she could face right now was his disappointment.
He swore softly once more before pulling her back into the circle of his arms holding her tight when she tried to push him away. “Let me go.”
“Shut up, Reyna. Just shut up and go to sleep.”
His words hurt. What he believed about her was even harder to accept. Brody believed she had been unfaithful to Cade. She wanted to laugh at the irony of it all. Cade had been unfaithful to her from the beginning. She’d never once thought of cheating on him, although he’d certainly given her plenty of reasons to.
She wished she could just push Brody away. Not care what his opinion was of her. She couldn’t.
The warm strength of his arms was far more welcoming than the lonely darkness would ever be.
Reyna hated that she was actually crying. She wasn’t trying to push him away anymore. She would take whatever comfort Brody chose to offer her tonight because she wanted to be close to him almost as much as she needed to keep the demons away.
~*~
Brody listened to the soft, steady breathing of the woman who he still held cradled in his arms. He could smell the faint perfumed scent of her hair. Her skin felt like sheer torture. She felt so good. He wanted her so bad.
He should leave her. Slip quietly away while she slept knowing she would never miss his presence now. She had only reached out to him for comfort. She’d been frightened by some nightmare and needed someone—anyone, not specifically him—to comfort her. He had no right to be this close to her. Holding her this way
Daniela Fischerova, Neil Bermel