Regrets

Daisy cringed at the horrible bitterness in his tone. She understood how he was feeling, how badly the mental images could sting and claw at him. She had felt worse since Lana came into the picture. So, she understood.

Brett straightened suddenly, leaning forward to rub his thumb roughly across her lips. "He’s had your mouth." He said, before sagging back into the seat. He threw his arm across his face and Daisy knew he was still seeing her kissing Ray. It was eating a hole in his mind.

Needing a sort of connection between them, she surged between his legs and fumbled with his button fly. He caught her fingers in an iron grip but kept his eyes covered with his forearm. "What the hell are you doing?"

"Brett..." She sobbed. "I need you."

She drew closer but he put both hands on her shoulders and urged her away. Daisy looked up at his gorgeous face, and saw his eyes glittering in the semidarkness.

He touched her lips with his thumb and ordered hoarsely, "slide your tight cunt around m