He cheated i chose two firefighters novel Chapter 75

Chapter 75

Brennan’s POV

Jesus Christ–my skull. Yesterday was a smear. I was flat on my back in a bed, forearm over my eyes

to block the daylight, and every pulse felt like someone was driving a nail through my brain.

My balls ached like hell, too.

I lay there and tried to rewind. Wednesdays and Saturdays I went to counseling–had gone, like always. After that I’d hit the gym, pushed iron until the anger and the restlessness had somewhere to go. It had been too long since I’d had sex, and the last time had been with that c–nt, Sloane. I’d been horny, sure, but I’d promised myself I wouldn’t touch another woman until I had Scar back.

Then there was the realtor call. Paperwork. The house sale finally locked in.

And then–her.

Scar. My wife. The girl I’d built my whole life around.

She had been standing there, head down over her phone like she belonged in the world and I didn’t. For a second I’d honestly thought my mind had made her up until I said her name and she looked up.

My heart had stalled.

She was still stunning, but different. The hard edges she’d once carried had softened. Less carved

muscle, more curve. She looked full and warm and… fucking edible. Just seeing her had been enough

to make me go half–hard, like my body remembered before my brain could catch up.

And she’d treated me like I was nobody.

She’d been sweet enough to Rosalie, but with me she’d kept everything distant–polite, controlled, like

we were strangers who happened to share a history. I’d needed her close. Needed to sit across from

her and listen to her breathe. So I asked her to dinner.

She said no.

Then she’d mentioned “partners.” Partners. Plural. What the fuck did that mean? Why would she need

to call them, like she owed them something? Business partners made sense. Anything else didn’t.

Because Scar wasn’t–she couldn’t be–sleeping with multiple men.

No. Not my Scar. Not my innocent wife.

Florida had gotten into her head. Someone had gotten into her head. She needed me to bring her back

to what was right. One man. One woman. Marriage. Forever.

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Divorce papers didn’t change that. In my chest, she was still mine. And I was getting her back.

After I dropped Rosalie at her office, I went home. I’d crashed for a nap, started getting ready to meet Jenson, and that was when I heard women’s voices carrying through the house.

I moved quietly toward the dining room and edged around the wall.

My mother was at the table–laughing, eating–like it was any other night. Scar was there too. Natalie. And three other gorgeous women I didn’t recognize.

I stayed hidden and listened.

Every word I caught made my temper climb. My own mother was encouraging Scar–cheering her on in whatever twisted situation she’d fallen into.

I wanted to storm in there. I wanted to tear the whole conversation apart.

Instead, I forced myself away before I did something I couldn’t take back.

I went to the study, grabbed a bottle from the liquor, and took it to my room. I left the door cracked. I texted Jenson that I wasn’t coming.

Then I drank.

And the more I drank, the uglier my imagination got. Scar with two men I couldn’t even see clearly- faceless bastards in uniforms, firefighters–using her every way they could think of. The pictures in my head got hotter and more brutal the drunker I got.

My cock had been hard enough to ache.

I could hear her voice from the dining room. A laugh. Then her saying she needed the bathroom.

I waited.

When her shadow crossed the wall outside my door, I reached out, grabbed her, and dragged her ins

ide.

Her scent hit me like a drug.

She gasped, and in my drunk brain that sounded like she wanted it. My dick jerked like it was

answering her. I told myself she wanted me–she had to.

But she wouldn’t stay still long enough for me to get her mouth.

And then lightning went off in my balls.

Pain so sharp it sobered me on the spot.

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She had me in a death grip.

For one stupid second I wondered if this was some new kink she’d learned.

Then I heard my mother’s voice–furious, screaming–and before I could get my bearings, she was

kicking me out.

After that, I remembered pieces. Me stumbling along a road. Me catching my foot on something and going down hard in somebody’s yard.

Then nothing.

I groaned and cracked an eye.

This wasn’t my room.

And the

A hand slid over my chest. I followed it and saw it belonged to a woman tucked beside me. Her face

was buried under the sheets, but blonde hair spilled out at the top.

No. No fucking way.

I leaned over and yanked the sheet down.

Sloane blinked up at me like she was some angel. Then she smiled.

“Hi, baby.”

I launched out of the bed and spun around the room.

Of course. Sloane’s bedroom.

How the fuck did I get here? There was no way we-

“There’s no way we fucked,” I said, voice raw. “How did I get here?”

She pushed herself upright. The sheet slipped, and her big, perky tits were right there.

My body didn’t care. Nothing stirred.

“Don’t you remember?” she asked.

“No, I don’t fucking remember. Why am I naked? Tell me how I got here.”

She tilted her head, all sweetness. “You didn’t fuck me.”

Air left my lungs in relief.

Then she kept talking.

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“We made love,” she corrected, like she was fixing my manners. “You kept saying you loved me and missed me while you were inside me. It was honestly the best night we’ve ever had.” Her smile widened. “I’ve missed you too. I love you so much.”

My stomach dropped.

“No,” I said. “I don’t believe you. If we had sex, I’d know. There’d be–something.”

“I cleaned you up when you passed out,” she said, like she was proud.

“How did I get here?” I asked again, the words coming out desperate.