Who: Brianna and Kane (and later Phee) When: early afternoon, Monday, June 25 Where: the McCarthy house Warning: NSFW Status: Complete
After losing his mind at the carnival for reasons Kane still didn’t understand, he’d gone home and gotten very drunk. It hadn’t done much to help, it only seemed to amplify everything he was feeling instead of numbing him out. Kane had spent most of the night wallowing in everything -- how he’d pissed off his sister, what a dumbass he was to just blurt everything out like that. All the grief that came with being so abruptly reminded of AJ. The insecurities that had begun screaming the moment he’d spotted Adrian with his family. None of it would be quiet, and Kane had a rough night. He’d finally dozed off around four in the morning, congested and sandy-eyed from all the crying, feeling spent and hollow.
He slept and woke up dimly grateful that he hadn’t dreamed much. It was past noon when Kane dragged himself out of bed and into the shower. Being alone with his thoughts again got worse as he gradually woke up, and by the time he was drying off, he was hungry for a distraction. Only one contact in his phone seemed like it would do the trick. Standing naked in the bathroom, Kane lifted his phone to take a selfie down his body, his free hand covering his junk, face out of frame. He sent it to Red along with the message you busy?
With James out of town for work, Brianna had been doing her best to keep busy. Work was... uneventful and horribly unfulfilling. Since returning from that hellish place, everything in her life had seemingly shifted, causing her to question her choices and what it was she was actually doing. Things were supposed to change after such a life altering experience, weren’t they? But it was like she was being shoved back into a confusing, uncomfortable shape that no longer fit who she really was. Even her marriage had reverted back to normal and sometimes Brianna wondered if he ever remembered just how he felt when she had been missing.
Today she was home alone and feeling out of sorts, sitting out on the back patio and smoking a joint she had found while snooping around in Bash's room. She hadn't smoked pot since college and it was definitely making her feel a little loopy, but in a good way! She definitely didn't expect her children to be home anytime soon. Bash was off with Theo and Phee was always with Greg or Jen, so she had the house to herself which was both lovely and lonely at the same time.
When her work phone buzzed, Brianna lifted it to see Owen's name. Almost immediately her heart began to pound with anticipation. The picture he sent certainly helped speed up the arousal process and Brianna smirked as she set the joint aside to type in a response.
not at all. house is empty. come over. She quickly typed in her address, not at all caring that this was the first time either one of them would be in a personal residence. She was too high to drive anywhere anyway and no one was home, so why not? It was enough to heighten the anticipation, at least.
Kane’s brow lifted in surprise to see an address on the tail end of that text. It was in Overlook, of course, that part wasn’t surprising. “House is empty, come over,” he murmured, a little smirk crossing his face. Damn, she must have really appreciated his thirst trap picture. Kane felt a spark of excitement in his gut at the prospect of seeing Red’s house -- not just seeing it, fucking her in it. Would she let him fuck her in the bed she shared with her husband? It had never crossed Kane’s mind before, but he suddenly wanted it badly. The small rush of heat into his cock felt good, like exactly the kind of distraction he needed. He thumbed in a quick be there soon and set his phone down to reach for his toothbrush. Within ten minutes he was dressed and ready and climbing into the car.
Was it reckless and irresponsible for Brianna to invite Owen over to her house to fuck her in her marital bed? Yes, absolutely. But it was the perfect way to try and break out of this funk she was in and at the moment, Brianna didn't really care about proprieties. Once she knew he was on his way, Brianna put out the joint and went inside to brush her teeth and wash up a bit. She was wearing a strapless summer dress so she merely got rid of her panties since she knew Owen got off on that kind of thing. It occurred to her that someone in the neighborhood might see Owen park at her house and come inside, but then she remembered that he wasn't a moron. Surely he had enough wits about him not to actually park in her driveway. Even so, she kept an eye out the window until she saw his SUV coming up the street. Quickly Brianna unlocked the front door, thumbing in another message to his phone. door is unlocked. just come inside.
Kane might have been a moron in a lot of social ways, but he was pretty cunning when it came to shit like this. He drove past the address that Red had sent him, and found a spot kind of in between the big Overlook houses to park on the side of the road, several houses down and across the street. He made sure nobody was out walking their dumb little purse dogs or anything before he got out and walked over to Red’s place and up the big driveway. Hopefully nobody would notice or pay him any mind, he was just a guy in jeans and a casual hoodie. Whatever. Red had green lit this idea, so any nosy neighbor problems were on her, not him. His heart beating hard already with anticipation and the fun kind of nerves, Kane reached to open the front door and step inside the huge house.
Brianna was coming down the hall to greet him when he slipped inside. It was very strange to suddenly see him in her personal space. The home she shared with her husband and kids. It was such a stark contrast to being with him in that filthy motel, and then Juniper. That had been exciting, of course, but this took that anticipation to another level for her. This was her home and not exactly as anonymous as they had agreed to in the past, but oh well. Why not keep things a bit spicy? Since he was there now, Brianna reached past him to lock the door before she took his hand to lead him up the stairs. Maybe it was a new environment, but it wasn't like they had all day. Phee and Bash would be home eventually, after all. And she was still a bit foggy from the pot she had been smoking so talking seemed pointless. Once they were inside her bedroom, Brianna locked the door and then turned to Owen, pulling him close to her body so she could kiss him.
She was a vision as always, and Kane breathed her in when she reached around him, his body already tingling. He glanced around as she led him away from the foyer, taking the place in. He’d figured she had money from the start -- she just seemed like a classy woman -- and then had it confirmed when he saw her at the cop fundraiser. But it was one thing to know and another thing to walk through a mansion when he was used to shitty motel rooms and his small apartment. It wasn’t like he was poor, he probably could’ve afforded a place like this if he wanted it, he just didn’t use his money that way. It was a novelty, but the really exciting thing was knowing that this was where Red lived her life. She took showers here, slept here, fucked her husband here. He glanced at a portrait of the happy couple hanging in the hallway and smirked faintly to himself. By the time they reached the bedroom, Kane was already half hard. He swelled further as their mouths met, his hands stroking slowly down over Red’s curves to her ass. He was more than good with no talking, seeing as how his mouth kept getting him into trouble. There were better uses for it. With a low sound, he delved his tongue past her lips as his hands gripped her backside.
Brianna thought about Kane's tattoos and what Reza had told her about them. She wanted to see them again, now that she knew what she knew. He might have been a hunter, but that just made this all the more exciting. What would he think of her if he knew she was a witch? Maybe he wouldn't care. Maybe he only hunted dangerous, evil things. It didn't matter. Brianna wasn't scared of him and she had no plans to tell him what she was anyway. Moaning against his mouth, Brianna reached down to grip his t-shirt, wanting to start getting him naked. Having him in her space was such an erotic rush. She would have to wash the sheets later, but tonight she could sleep there, knowing his scent would be on her pillow. It hadn't really been that long since they had last slept together but it felt long and now that Owen was there in front of her with his tongue in her mouth and his hands on her ass, Brianna was finding herself desperate for it.
This was exactly what Kane had needed, and he felt a surge of dumb gratitude amidst all of the arousal. His brain was nothing but static and Want, and that was a goddamn relief after the past seventy-two hours. He couldn’t disappoint Red, because all she wanted from him was the thing he was the best at. It kind of made him feel used, but in a good way. There was no pressure here. She didn’t know what a piece of shit he was, so Kane didn’t have to feel guilty about it. He could just let go and enjoy the way her body felt and the brainless lust she inspired in him. Adrian flickered through his mind, some anxiety trailing right on his heels, but Kane pushed him away as he broke the kiss and lifted his arms. He leaned back enough for Red to peel his shirt off, also ignoring the twinge of pain from the wound in his back. What would she think of that? He hadn’t bandaged it to let it breathe, and it looked kind of gross with the stitches, but it was too late now. Kane kissed Red deeply again, his hands moving to tug her skirt up to grope the bare skin underneath.
Part of Owen's appeal had always been the anonymity between them. Granted, their original deal had changed significantly, considering he was now inside of her house and knew what her husband looked like... and she knew more about his tattoos and his possible "employment". But at the end of the day, he still didn't know her and she still didn't know him and that was likely why this worked. Brianna cupped his face briefly when he kissed her again, arching her body to his before her hands smoothed down his sides and around to his back. She wanted to grope and scratch every inch of him, desperate to work out the simmering aggression that lingered deep in her belly. It didn't take long for her gliding fingers to find the marred skin and Brianna pulled back from Kane's mouth to look at him curiously. "What did you do to your back?" she murmured, suddenly mindful of her fingers’ pressure and she eased up on what clearly felt like a wound.
Red’s touch against his injury sent a twinge-pain sensation running down Kane’s back, but it wasn’t completely unpleasant. It gave him a visceral memory of Adrian digging his fingers in, making him bleed more, and Kane’s cock gave a needy throb. Part of him wanted Red to jab her nails into it, rip it open again, break the stitches, but he knew that was fucked up. Too fucked up to ask for, that was for sure. Plus it probably wasn’t a good idea to bleed all over her bedroom when they were trying to be sneaky. “Work accident,” he grunted, dipping his head in to kiss and nip at the side of her neck. “Don’t worry ‘bout it.” His hands found that she wasn’t wearing any underwear beneath that pretty sundress, and Kane growled low in his throat as he squeezed her ass for a moment, then dipped one set of fingers deeper between her thighs. He was hungry to touch her, get her wet and moaning for him.
Work accident. Brianna slipped her hands back to his waist, biting back the incredible urge to ask if he had gotten hurt hunting some supernatural being. But that would put an end to all of this way too quickly. Not only this afternoon but probably for good. His lips felt far too good on her skin and Brianna wanted him. Far more than she wanted to annoy him with personal questions. Not to mention his fingers quickly distracted her from her thoughts and Brianna groaned before biting Owen's lower lip. "I'll do my best not to scratch up your back," she said breathlessly, dropping her hands to quickly get his jeans undone. The less clothes he was wearing, the better. "Unless you're into that, of course."
Feeling the heat between her legs and the tugging of her fingers at the front of his jeans made Kane’s head spin in the most delicious way. He’d been thinking way too much the past couple of days, and what good had it done him? He’d just made dumb decisions and made his sister mad at him and further strained his liver and stirred up all kinds of internal shit he didn’t want to dwell on anymore. He needed something mindless and intense enough to keep his focus, and Red had always been good at giving him that. “I am,” he breathed next to her ear, then dragged the lobe between his teeth. “Hurt me. I need it.” The best part was, he knew she wasn’t going to stop things to ask him why or what his limits were or any bullshit like that. If Red felt like carving more lines into his back, Kane wanted her to do it. He pulled his hand out from between her legs to start tugging her dress up, wanting her completely bare too, as soon as possible.
Sharp arousal shivered down her spine at the feel of Kane's teeth on her earlobe. It wasn't all that surprising to hear he was into pain, even if it was just pleasure-pain. They had been rough with each other before, or at least what Brianna would have considered to be rough, and yes, she had liked it. With her heart beating fast and her head still a bit foggy and hazy now with arousal, Brianna helped Kane get her dress off before she sunk to her knees to yank his jeans down to his thighs. She would get them completely off in a moment, but first she wanted his cock in her mouth. There was the undeniable need to taste him and feel that silky heaviness against her tongue. Brianna didn't bother with teasing, but she took him deep and sucked firmly, moaning as her fingers pressed into the flesh of his thighs.
Kane didn’t really expect Red to hurt him as much as part of him felt like he wanted, or even deserved. There was so much violence mixed in with all the fantasies that swirled around Adrian Moretti, it was probably best if all that stayed locked up in his head forever. But he couldn’t deny that he was craving an edge to his pleasure, something to banish the wendigo from his head for at least a while. Kane needed a break, and if he had to bleed to get there, he could handle that. He gazed down at her with parted lips when Red went to her knees and freed his cock, then let out a low groan as she put her mouth around him. He was good with no teasing, feeling like any light and playful stimulation would just piss him off today, so they were on the right track already. “Fuck,” he exhaled, thick fingers delving into Red’s hair. The memory of Adrian refusing to suck his cock bubbled to the surface, making him feel kind of smug and guilty at the same time. Kane rolled his hips to push deeper into Red’s mouth.
Brianna relaxed her throat and let one hand slide up Owen's thigh to cup his balls and massage them with the pad of her thumb. She really did adore his hands in her hair, not to mention how he didn't seem afraid to move with his cock in her mouth. He had never treated her like some delicate doll, which was one of the reasons why she kept coming back for more. Sometimes it felt like James held back from her when they were being intimate and it was hard for Brianna to admit that sometimes she just wanted to be fucked. Peering up at Owen, Brianna took him as deep as she could, moaning low in her throat to let him know how much she loved it. There was already a deep ache between her thighs, but Brianna was content to ignore it for now.
Red had made it pretty clear early on that she was not any sort of wilting flower, she was a strong woman with needs he was happy to fulfill for her ... or at least happy to take the edge off whatever long term sexual frustration she harbored. Kane had no real idea what kind of man her husband was, but he had to figure that if said husband had been keeping her satisfied, they wouldn’t be in the position they were right now. Sometimes it was easier to let loose with someone you didn’t really know or care about, and Kane distantly understood that marriage could create all kinds of baggage -- but he wasn’t there to analyze why Red wanted him. He was just glad that she did, because he needed this today. She looked so fucking hot down there on her knees, her pretty mouth full of his cock, and it didn’t take him long to start thrusting against her tongue and throat. Kane’s grip tightened in her hair and while he didn’t try to gag her, he didn’t really try not to either. It felt too goddamn good to hold back.
Brianna enjoyed having an outlet for her sexual desires. She did love James, but they had both been feeding certain urges outside of their marriage for years. They just didn't talk about it. None of that really mattered at the moment though, because James was quickly pushed to the back of Brianna's mind by Owen's cock. For a moment she worried she might actually gag around him, but she managed to hold back and instead moved her head with the rhythm of his hips. It was probably a little twisted that she found her arousal intensify but Brianna slipped her hand between her legs anyway, finding herself slick with need. Giving head didn't generally turn her on, but doing it to Owen never failed to do the trick. With the passion taking on a sharper edge, Brianna quickly gripped the back of his thighs and ran her nails down his flesh, hard enough for him to feel and hopefully hard enough to hurt. If that was what he wanted today, she would give it to him.
The pain caught him by surprise in the best sort of way, and Kane’s cock flexed in Red’s mouth and his body gave a small shudder. It stung like hell, but it stung so good. He let out a deep growl through clenched teeth and pulled a bit harder on Red’s hair. She hadn’t volunteered for pain, so he wasn’t going to hurt her, but he couldn’t help the way everything in him tightened up. It was perfect, and he instantly wanted more of it. Kane thrust into her mouth a few more times, tilting his head to one side to peer down at where her hand disappeared between her thighs. She was enjoying this too, which always made it better. He pushed deep for a moment to feel her throat work around the head of his cock, then pulled back to let her breathe. “Bite it,” he murmured down to her, his voice feeling thick in his throat. “Let me feel your teeth.” It probably said a lot about how reckless he was feeling to even suggest such a thing, but Kane felt sure Red would know not to break skin. He trusted her that much, at least.
A soft grunt got lost in Brianna's throat when Owen tightened his grip on her hair, but she didn't pull away. It was like she was living in someone else's body, enjoying things she rarely got to enjoy. And in her own bedroom, which just made it that much more exciting. When she could,. Brianna inhaled sharply, her eyes watering a little from how deep she was allowing him to go while keeping herself from gagging. But it didn't bother her and oddly enough, it didn't surprise her much when he told her to use her teeth. No one had ever asked that of her before and Brianna was pretty sure if she bit anyone that way, she would get a slap across the face. But Owen wanted it and Brianna wanted to give it to him. She dug her nails into his skin harder, wanting to leave welts behind and then watched him from where she was kneeling as she took his cock deep again. This time she pressed her teeth into that delicious silky skin, harder than she thought she should, and then grazed them firmly up his length.
The instant she started that scrape, Kane had to take his hands off of her, because his instinctual reaction was to strike her, even though he’d asked for that pain. He clenched both fists, pressing one against the back of his head and biting into the knuckle of the other one as another guttural growl forced its way up his throat. Her teeth burned his most sensitive skin, but felt inexplicably good at the same time, especially mixed with her claws in his thighs. Pleasure-pain rolled through him like a wave and he felt his whole body break out in gooseflesh and some precum leak out of the tip of his cock. He deserved to hurt while this happened, part of him was sure of it ... maybe he shouldn’t be enjoying it so much, but it was a hard kind of enjoyment, something difficult to put into words. In a flash, he imagined Adrian’s teeth on his dick, paying Kane back for all the wrong he’d done him, and it almost sent him over the edge. He pulled his hips back, one hand dropping to squeeze his throbbing cock, and bent over to hungrily crash his mouth into Red’s for a moment. “Wanna fuck you in your bed,” he mumbled against her lips, reaching to take her arm to help her to her feet.
Brianna could feel the tension in Owen's thighs, could feel that he was holding back, either from pushing her away, or maybe thrusting harder into her mouth. Before she knew it, he was kissing her and then lifting her to her feet. Her nipples were tight, the heat between her legs positively aching for attention. It was like she was floating through the entire experience, happily becoming someone else, someone who didn't have an image to uphold or a family to keep happy. Owen always gave her that escape and she was clinging to it now. Brianna immediately slipped her arms around him, doing what he asked and digging her nails into the skin just outside of his stitches. She could feel where the skin was swollen and marred and she supposed it was arousal and lingering pot that kept it from being something repulsive to her. Certainly it helped that she knew what he was up to now... or at least what his tattoos implied. Kissing him hard, she pulled him with her to her bed. "You can hurt me too," she murmured against his lips. "If you want to."
Even though Adrian fucking Moretti was in his head, the rest of the outside world didn’t exist to Kane either at the moment. Not that he had any image to protect or family to think about -- Bailey would probably rather he fuck a married rich woman than the man who’d almost killed him. Though it was hot to know that this was the bed Red shared with her husband, Kane was happy to entertain that thought for as long as it made him tingle like it did. As they moved closer to said bed, he dropped one hand to delve fingers between Red’s thighs, grunting again as she went after the skin around his wound. Her pussy was hot and wet against his fingers, she was obviously enjoying herself, and that just turned him on even more. Kane pushed two thick fingers into all that heat, none too gently, and nipped at her bottom lip. “No marks?” he murmured back. “Or you don’t care if he sees?”
Brianna released a sharp sound against his lips when she felt his fingers push inside of her. Gods, she wanted more of that. She wanted to feel him between her legs long after he was gone. "I don't care if he sees," Brianna breathed, rocking her hips against his hand even as her fingertips scratched down his back roughly. "Do whatever you want to me." James wouldn't be home for a few days so she figured anything he did to her now would be gone by then, or easily hidden. The sheets and pillowcases would be washed and everything would be back to normal... her supposedly perfect life intact. Right now she didn't want perfect. She wanted mindless and meaningless and Owen could give that to her. And she could give it to him too.
Do whatever you want to me. If there was ever a phrase that made his blood run hot, it was that one. Kane wasn’t sure Red realized what sort of permission that was, but he didn’t want to go too wild on her. Those dark urges he’d had at the hunting cabin had been his own, just amplified by something else, but his conscience wasn’t dormant today. It was louder than it should be, even, and he wanted to drown it out with pain. As Red made his back sting anew, he fucked his fingers harder into her, loving the way she rocked into it and couldn’t seem to get enough. His cock was also still smarting, and he was dying to plunge it into her. His heart pounding hard, Kane roughly pulled his fingers out of Red’s body and shoved them between her lips instead so she could taste herself, reaching to grab one of her wrists with his free hand. “You love this, you fuckin’ slut,” Kane accused with some weird mix of affection and fake disdain. He took his fingers back and turned her around by the arm, then smacked her ass hard before he pushed her down on the bed.
Brianna nearly whined when he drew his fingers from her, but then they were in her mouth, causing her to groan and nearly bite down. She doubted he would care, if he really wanted to feel some pain today. But she barely had time to consider it before she was finding herself on the bed, her ass stinging from where he had smacked it. With her chest heaving, Brianna crawled to the center of the bed, wanting Owen right there where she let James fuck her. Even if the sheets would be clean by the time he slept in them again, at least Brianna would get to curl up in the scent of them for another night or two. "Make me scream," she demanded, running a hand between her legs to touch herself. The undeniable urge to scratch and bite him was a strong one, to leave a mark on his flesh somewhere that only he would know about. Maybe he would let her before they were through.
Goddamn, she made such a sight when she crawled away from him. Kane watched Red hungrily, one hand squeezing his throbbing erection again. The bed looked like hers, the sheets were obviously high quality and matched the color palette of the room. There were a lot of pillows, a nice duvet, it was pretty. Definitely the nicest bed Kane had touched in a long time. It gave him great pleasure to crawl onto it and knee-walk his way over to her. He ran his hands over her shapely behind and up her back before he covered her body with his and leaned into it hard enough to push her flat on the bed on her stomach. Kane nudged Red’s legs together with his thighs on the outside of hers, rubbing his cock against the cleft in her ass. “You oughta be more careful,” Kane murmured next to her ear, bracing himself against the bed on either side of her shoulders. He nipped at the back of her creamy shoulder. “Invitin’ a man in and sayin’ shit like that ... giving me anything I want ...” He pulled his hips back and reached down to angle his cock better, then drove sharply forward into her soaked pussy with a deep groan. “Could be dangerous.”
Brianna inhaled sharply as soon as she was on her stomach, completely surrounded by Owen. His voice in her ear sent shivers down her spine and sparked a fresh wave of heat between her legs. It was an intensely vulnerable position, but it wasn't like that was new for them. Panting softly, Brianna wondered for a very brief moment if he was going to try and fuck her in the ass, but before she could decide how she felt about that, he was thrusting inside of her, stretching her pussy in that wonderfully delicious way. Without thinking she reached up to grip the back of his head, wanting to keep him close. "Maybe I want dangerous," she breathed, pressing her fingertips into his short hair.
It was a dominating position, and that suited Kane’s mood. He wanted to be in charge, control something -- someone -- and take what he wanted. Even though Red had given him permission for anything, he still wanted it to feel like taking. He was good with staying close, the curves of her body against his torso were delicious, and her clutching hand against the back of his head felt good. Maybe she wanted dangerous, she said. If only she knew just how dangerous he actually was. Kane grunted and bit into the back of her shoulder harder as his hips rolled with those first few thrusts. The heat of Red’s body made the teeth-scraped skin on his cock burn sharper, and he fucking loved it. He let himself wonder if her husband ever fucked her like this, if she ever said he could do whatever he wanted, if he had the same animal inside of him as Kane did.
Brianna had some idea of the danger he posed, based on what Reza alone told her about his tattoos. But she didn't feel he was dangerous to her, confident that he would never discover what she knew or what she was... unless she wanted him to, of course. But that wasn't important at the moment. All that mattered was the way his body felt pressed to hers, heavy and hot, pressing her into her bed with each thrust of his hips. She lifted her own as much as she could in her position, wanting to still be an active participant. Brianna moaned, loving the sting from his teeth at her shoulder. "Fuck, yes," she murmured, gliding her fingernails down the back of his head to the nape of his neck.
The way she moved her hips under his just made it all feel better, even if he was kind of tempted to just hold her completely down and use her body however he felt like. Sex was always better when both people were fully involved though, Kane knew that. Red was sounding like she was enjoying it, at least. He groaned close to her ear, her nails sending a pleasant shiver down his spine, and Kane picked up the pace with his hips. He was a good way from coming, and she was slick and tight around him and he wanted to keep fucking her for a while today. He needed the escape. Kane fucked her harder and faster for a bit, then slowed down for some deep thrusts as he sat up, shifting his weight onto his knees. She looked gorgeous stretched out in front of him, and he could see the red mark on her shoulder from his teeth. He slapped that cute pale ass again, gazing down at where his cock was disappearing into her over and over. “Roll over,” he grunted, suddenly pulling out and moving to one side so Red could move.
Brianna was completely lost in the sensations wracking her body. The slide of his cock inside of her drew soft sighs and moans from her lips. She felt completely surrounded by Owen and her hand gripped the blanket beneath her, curling her fingers tightly in the material every time he began to fuck her with more intensity. Releasing a sharp cry at the sting of his hand on her ass, Brianna was fairly certain she could come just from the sharp pain that joined the intense pleasure flooding her body. But then he was pulling out of her and Brianna groaned in disappointment at the loss, but she did what he told her to do and rolled over onto her back. Panting hard, Brianna reached out to touch him, not even caring where her hands landed. She just wanted his skin beneath her palms, to scratch and grope while she could.
While she shifted position, Kane reached for one of the pillows and pulled it over. He let her touch him, but tapped Red’s hip until she lifted her pelvis so he could push the pillow underneath her lower body to lift her up. Missionary got a bad rap for being boring, but something to boost the ass up had always made for good angles for him. Plus it was kind of fun not knowing if it was Red’s pillow or her husband’s that she was going to be leaking all over. He might even wipe his dick on the pillowcase later if he felt like it, mark some territory. Shifting his knees in closer, Kane guided his cock to thrust it hard back into her body with a deep grunt. “Fuck,” he groaned, drawing the word out as he pushed against her, hands gripping her hips. Kane stared at her as he started up a good rhythm again, watching the way her breasts bounced. After a moment he just had to bend over to catch one nipple in his mouth to suck and bite on.
Brianna cried out when he pushed back inside of her and she had to admit, the angle was beyond delicious. Owen's cock was hitting all the right spots and she quickly reached out to grip his waist, her fingertips pressing into his hot skin. It was pointless to even try and muffle her moans because every pound of his cock just sent sharper, more intense pleasure through her. It bordered on painful in the best kind of way. When his mouth closed around her nipple, her hands shifted up into his hair, gripping the short strands tightly as she arched against him, wanting more. Somewhere in the midst of all the sex, Brianna could feel the bits of magic living within his tattoos. It wasn't much stronger than their first encounter when she realized there was something "different" about him, but she seemed more intune with it now. Her own magic, magic she didn't touch all that often, seemed to wake up, spreading throughout her body. It warmed her, seemed to want to intensify all the arousal that had currently taken over. Brianna couldn't help but allow it and she gripped Kane's hair harder, wanting to push that magic into him as well. It grew stronger and her cries echoed in the room as she thrust her hips up to his, desperate now for release.
What was it about fingers in his hair that did so many things to his insides? The grip wasn’t just sexy, it was comforting somehow, and the growing heat from Red’s hands sent goosebumps down his back. The way she fucked up at him was incredible, and Kane could feel that sweet pressure in his balls growing more and more, drawing them up tight against his body. He wanted to feel Red explode before he went off the edge himself, of course, so he slowed his pace down for a moment, lifting his head to lean in and kiss her as well as he could while they were breathing so hard. He groaned helplessly against her lips, thrusting hard and fast for a moment while he was so close, then pushed himself up onto one palm. Kane roughly groped Red’s tits with his free hand, then impulsively slid it up to grip her throat. Her neck was so much smaller and more delicate than Adrian’s, but some jolt of muscle memory surged through Kane anyway, a feeling that both excited him and turned his stomach at the same time. That bad-pleasure sensation felt like what he deserved, and Kane was suddenly very close to peaking. He pressed in with his fingers, jaw tight, and started fucking Red with abandon again.
Gods, she was so close. Every inch of her body felt as though it was on fire and the raging heat would engulf her at any moment. Brianna wanted it to. She had never quite known how to connect with her element, but she felt it now, burning in her core in a way she never thought possible. Could sex always be this satisfying? Brianna's hands slid back around to his back and she opened her eyes when she felt his hand slide around her throat. Panting, Brianna drew her nails sharply down his back again, close to where she knew his stitches were. It was then she arched her neck, pushing hard against his hand, encouraging even more pressure. The way his cock pounded into her mixed with the exciting sensation of his fingers pressing into her throat and Brianna's orgasm slammed into her with an intensity that stole her breath, though she supposed she should have expected it to. Her entire body felt tight, tense with release that bordered on painful and before she knew it, she was crying out from the force of it, nearly wailing as everything went white behind her eyes.
The bright hot pain in his back as Red’s nails raked him again made everything even more intense, and he bore down harder against her throat. Feeling her breath rasping beneath his palm and the vibrations from her cries sent shivers up his arm. Something primal in him wanted to press down even harder, more than she was even pushing for, to stop that breath and those cries that sounded almost like pain. He wanted to feel her choke and sputter and feel that delicate bone snap again, and the shame and guilt that came with those desires made his gut churn and his cock throb. He felt the tickle of blood running down his skin from his wound and the stinging from the scratches felt like a penance. It was all too much to hold out through, and Kane tipped over the edge seconds after Red did, mercilessly slamming into her as a low desperate cry tore out of his chest. Everything got shaky and mindless and full of confused pleasure-pain for a long few moments, and Kane was happy to lose himself in it while it lasted.
Brianna's body welcomed Owen's release, though she knew in some very hazy, vague way that she would probably be sore between her legs later. It wouldn't be the first time she and Owen parted ways with her core still throbbing from how hard he had fucked her. Her hands clung to his back and his cry echoed in her ears. It was as if the both of them had teetered on the precipice of pain, but it had felt so good. Panting, Brianna brought one hand up to cover his, barely realizing she had a bit of blood on her fingers from his wound. She didn't attempt to move his hand quite yet, since she could breathe just fine now. Her other hand lifted to stroke her fingers against his jaw before slipping her fingers back into his hair to draw his mouth to hers.
Kane kept his hand where it was for a moment, his grip much looser, more cupping the base of her neck now. His blood was cooling down and he was coming back to his senses, and it was really sinking in how choking a person and thinking of the time he’d strangled a man to death had gotten him off hard. What a fucked up piece of shit he was. It was all so tangled in Kane’s mind, the guilt and wild attraction and shame and violence ... and Red’s fingers in his hair again and her lips on his filled him with an even bigger whirlwind of emotion. He didn’t want any of it, this was what he’d been trying to get away from, but it was hard to control anything at the moment. He kissed her with a desperation that felt too raw and vulnerable, then finally moved his hand so he could bury his hot face in the crook of her neck, slipping his forearms under her back to hold her tight. He couldn’t tell her anything, it was all so stupid anyway, but he needed to be held for a minute, even if he didn’t deserve the comfort.
Even in the midst of her racing heart, Brianna could feel the abrupt shift in mood between them. Owen's breath was hot against her neck, his hands gentle now beneath her back. She kept her hand in his hair, stroking now rather than tugging, and her free hand pressed against the back of his shoulder, careful not to go near his stitches. Rather than speak, Brianna simply lay there, cradling him between her legs and her arms, feeling the way both of their heartbeats seem to slow. Even the fire inside of her had dulled, the magic leaving behind a rather pleasant afterglow. She continued to stroke his hair and she had no idea if it was just intuition as a woman, or as a mother, but she seemed to understand he needed this. The quiet, the comfort. There was more going on beneath the surface and while he may not want to tell her, she could at least give him this.
He wanted to cry, to just let it all out into Red’s lovely-smelling shoulder, but Kane knew he couldn’t do that. His face started to twist into it a couple of times but Kane held his breath and pushed it all down. If he turned into some oversharing blubbery idiot, he would ruin the one good relationship he had. That wasn’t a good trait in a fuckbuddy. Eventually the gentle press of Red’s hands and the soothing sensation of her breathing underneath him sank in enough to ease some of the tension in his body. He breathed with her for another moment or two, until he could trust his voice not to crack. “You’re the only part of my life that’s not complicated,” Kane murmured. It was because they didn’t really know each other and Red never asked him questions and didn’t seem to realize what a shitstain he was, like everybody else did. It was pretty fucking sad, but he was grateful for her today. Kane lifted his head enough to press his cheek to hers in a silent thanks, then started to climb off of her.
It was natural for her to be curious about his life beyond what they did together. She already knew parts of it, or at least had assumptions, but that was different from having the details. Brianna had been prepared to ask but given the mood of the last few minutes, she was thinking it might be better to wait until another time. Letting her hands fall away as Owen moved off of her, Brianna stretched before moving to sit up. "I could probably say the same thing about you," she said after a moment of contemplation. Slipping off of the bed, she knew she needed to clean up a bit, especially since she had dried blood on her fingertips. "Let me clean up your back," Brianna suggested. "At least to wipe the blood off."
That wasn’t terribly surprising to hear. Most people lived pretty complex lives, didn’t they? Or they at least felt complex to everyone living them. Maybe that was just being human, but it was exhausting. Kane hoped he provided as much of a simple escape to Red as she did for him. “Oh, yeah,” he murmured, having momentarily forgotten that she made his back bleed again. He climbed off the mattress and followed Red to the bathroom, still doing his best to rein everything in again. Being vulnerable was dangerous for him, it always had been, ever since he was a little kid and his father had no tolerance for his son crying and not acting ‘like a man.’ Kane was fucking this woman, she wasn’t his therapist, his problems were his own. So he swallowed it down and half-twisted to look at his back in the big mirror as well as he could. There were red streaks everywhere where she’d scratched him, and blood around his stitched wound. It was going to make a gnarly scar, but Kane didn’t care. “Scars are sexy, right?” he murmured with a faint smirk.
Owen definitely provided an escape. She felt so much uncertainty and lingering issues from being gone and there was no proper outlet for her to purge them. Owen's body wasn't a solution, but it certainly helped her forget, even if it was a temporary memory loss. Brianna washed her hands first before finding a dry cloth and some peroxide beneath the sink. She motioned for him to turn around so she could clean the blood off and then dab the peroxide around the stitches to at least ensure they didn't get infected after she had scratched him up. "Scars are sexy," Brianna confirmed with a small smile as she began to wipe away the bit of blood that had dried down his back. "But some of them hold a lot of trauma. Your job must be pretty dangerous if this is the kind of accident you risk."
Kane didn’t mind turning away from the mirror at all, standing still while Red started to clean his back. The peroxide burned a bit, but it was a good sort of sting. The gentle way she touched and dabbed at him gave him more feelings he didn’t want, and his eyes strayed down to where he could see the top of the pink puckered scar on the inside of his thigh, where Adrian had stabbed him and he’d almost bled out in Bailey’s car. Kane had collected a lot of scars over the years, but that one was probably the most traumatic, not just for him. Once it had healed enough, he kind of wanted to tattoo over it. “It is,” he murmured. “I should be dead a few times over. Sometimes feels like some fucking ... cosmic joke that I’m not.” Surrounded by death but none for him, like dying of thirst on the ocean.
"Maybe," Brianna said, careful not to hurt Owen too much as she pressed the soaked cloth against the puckered skin. The time for hurting him had ended with their orgasms. "Or maybe there's some cosmic reason for keeping you alive. If you believe in that kind of thing." She had no idea what she believed and what she didn't in terms of the universe, fate and karma. Some days it was just enough to be and not worry about who was pulling the strings, if anyone was. Sighing softly, Brianna looked at his tattoos while the rag continued to move over his stitches gently. "Who gave you this?" she asked, clearly meaning the wound. She nearly asked what, but was afraid that would tip her hand.
She could’ve dug in deep with her nails again and Kane wouldn’t have minded too much. He deserved it, after all, especially with no pleasure to balance it out. Maybe he deserved even worse. Probably. Kane couldn’t think of any penance that he could pay to balance his scales. He wasn’t really sure what he believed either when it came to how the universe worked, but if there was some kind of intelligence behind it, it probably just wanted him to keep doing his job as a cog in the grand machine and reaping souls. Kane didn’t know how many of his kind were out there, but maybe there weren’t any to spare and that was why he survived all these close calls. “It was an accident,” he repeated, closing his eyes. “I can’t talk about it.” He could, he supposed, but he and Red didn’t talk about personal shit, and she would probably think he was nuts. Crazy crybabies were even worse than normal crybabies.
"No? Why not?" Brianna leaned in and pressed a kiss between Owen's shoulder blades. Her question was personal, obviously, but Brianna really didn't care at the moment. Her curiosity was too great. She may know about his tattoos, but now he knew what her husband looked like, and where she lived. He had fucked her in the bed she shared with James. So maybe she wanted a little more in return. "Something tells me you don't have some grand workplace lawsuit in the works." She set the bottle of peroxide down on the sink and went for some of the first aid cream that was tucked away. She didn't have a bandage large enough to put over the stitches, but she could try to make sure he left still healing.
Kane turned his head enough to glance at her in the mirror, similar thoughts running through his head. They didn’t talk about their lives with each other ... but Red had invited him over to her goddamn house this time. Maybe the anonymous rules were relaxing. He didn’t quite know how to feel about that, but at the same time he did want to talk to someone. But his mouth had already gotten him into enough trouble already. “This is gonna sound cheesy, but you wouldn’t believe me if I told you,” he said, peering at her again. His tone was a little teasing, but there was some curiosity there too. Point Pleasant was Point Pleasant, would she believe any of it? “Besides, thought you didn’t wanna know anything about me.”
Brianna intended to keep things anonymous to an extent. It wasn't like they were opening their hearts to one another, dumping all of their family history and past experiences upon the other. But now that they both lived in such a small town, she figured it was nearly impossible not to know something. Chuckling softly, Brianna began to rub the cream into his skin. "I was born and raised in this town... I would believe just about anything. And I'm not asking for your life's history. But I doubt it would be such a bad thing to ease up a bit on the anonymity. We're both adults who have been on the same page since the night we met. I'm not looking to complicate things and I know you're not either." Surely talking to one another a little would be fine, wouldn't it? Perhaps even enhance the experience.
They were indeed on the same page, and Kane knew he ought to be careful to stay there. He apparently had trouble controlling who he got attached to these days. He didn’t need Red to be anything more than who she already was to him, but he was a walking complication, wasn’t he? Kane was silent for a moment while Red’s fingers moved over his skin, then he turned around to look directly into her eyes, something almost challenging in his gaze. “I hunt monsters,” he said steadily. “I dunno if you really believe, but a lot of the shit you grew up hearing is true. I try to find and kill the creatures who live to harm people. There’s a lot of ‘em out there. The one that gave me this just kinda ... caught me by surprise.” He gave a sheepish little frown for a second. It was still Adrian fucking Moretti’s fault, he’d been driven to so much distraction.
Brianna didn't move back when Owen turned towards her, her gaze locking onto his. She wasn't surprised to hear he was a monster hunter... after all, she already knew that from Reza's interpretations of his tattoos. Reza had also warned her about being involved with a man like Owen, but here she was, standing naked in her bathroom with him, applying first aid cream to his back. Of course she knew what was out there. The spirit of a dead witch had possessed her son, after all. And Brianna had been attacked by one of those monsters in the fog. "I know it's true," she said finally. "I've seen things with my own eyes. I felt... magic from your tattoos. They're there to protect you, aren't they?" She supposed she was tipping her hand a bit, but he had been honest with her, so now she felt like she ought to be honest with him. About this, anyway.
For a moment Kane was pretty sure Red was going to laugh in his face and call him crazy, but it turned out that she didn’t. She Believed. His eyes narrowed a fraction when she said she ‘felt’ the magic in his ink though ... he’d never been told that before. “Yeah, mostly,” he murmured. “I got them when I was deployed, when all this kinda started. How can you feel them though? Like what does it feel like?” Kane had felt very different after getting them, but they were on his body, so that kind of made sense. Could everyone feel something from them? Nobody else had ever said so, but he hadn’t exactly been asking, either. Maybe Red had more experience with magic than your average person, and that made him intensely curious.
She should have known he would ask what his tattoos felt like to her, but Brianna wasn't completely prepared with how to answer. "It's not very strong," she admitted before lifting her hand to trace a fingertip along one of the tattoos on his chest. "And it's a bit difficult to really describe. It's like a soft... prickle, but not an uncomfortable one. Just something I notice when you're close to me. I had a feeling there was something different about you, but when we met... well, you know... it wasn't something I wanted to ask, or something you would have answered."
She was right about that, he wouldn’t have answered honestly if she’d said something in the beginning. Kane was tempted to push harder on why she could feel it, if she was Something Else herself, but ... he was standing in the middle of the woman’s bathroom she shared with her husband, in the house she shared with her children. He’d glimpsed photos of her and her family -- this wasn’t a fake life. All that didn’t mean she wasn’t a monster on some level, but she was more human than beast, that was obvious. Maybe she was a magic-user herself. Kane didn’t kill those unless he had evidence they’d really gone off the rails, and Red seemed stable and sane. “For all I know, the spells might be broken now, with this bigass cut,” he murmured. Kane caught her hand and lifted the fingers to his lips. “I dunno how you can feel it, and I ain’t gonna ask, but just to put cards on the table ... you’re in no danger from me. Except for the fun kind, maybe.” He gave her a faint smirk.
Had Brianna been more skilled as a witch, she might have offered to help him with fixing whatever spell inked into his back had kept him safe. But she could do the bare minimum as a witch and she knew nothing about protective spells. She certainly couldn't ask James. Her lips twitched at his response. "You probably already know this, but... there are more than a few witches in town who could help you fix whatever needs fixing. That wound is pretty ghastly, so maybe you need something stronger." She could give him names if he wanted them. They may only be fucking, but Brianna certainly didn't want him to get maimed, or die, because the magic in his tattoos was faded or destroyed.
That was kind of an answer to Kane’s curiosity anyway, and he gave a little nod. “If you got any recommendations, I’ll take ‘em,” he told her softly. He did know that there were a lot of witches here, on some level. Kane believed there was truth inside most every rumor circling around this cursed town. He’d just never gotten personal confirmation before. That particular flavor of supernatural seemed so above his head, esoteric and mysterious. Getting his tattoos and the magic infused within them had been a wild, almost traumatic experience that he wasn’t eager to go through again, even after so many years. But Kane did want to stay alive, so if he had to suffer again for his crazy calling, he would. Figuring it was time to get cleaned up and get out of her space, Kane moved to the shower to start it up for a quick wash.
Did she have a recommendation? One she trusted? No. Brianna sure as hell wouldn't send him to Caius and Reagan. Maybe the blonde witch in the woods. She was less involved in town than the others were. Definitely the safest option. Putting away the first aid cream, Brianna washed her hands and thought about joining him in the shower. But he would be leaving shortly and she decided she would prefer a long hot soak in the tub instead. "I have a name I can give you before you leave. I'm going to get dressed," she told him, planning on just slipping her dress over her head. That would be enough to walk him to the door.
“‘Kay,” he replied as he stepped into the water. Maybe on another day he would’ve tried to sweet talk her into joining him so they could grab another quickie, but Kane didn’t feel up to it. Not after his weird feelings. His head was truly fucked up when it started interfering with his libido. Kane made quick work of washing off his junk. He gave his face a quick scrub too and then got out. He was halfway through drying off before he even thought to wonder if he was using Red’s towel or her husband’s. Either way, he hung it back up where he found it, then walked back into the bedroom to find his clothes. “So is this gonna be our regular spot now?” he asked, glancing over at the woman with a small smirk. “Or just a one time deal?”
After slipping her dress back onto her body, Brianna wrapped her long red hair up into a loose bun. She smoothed out the blankets on the bed, although she still had every intention to wash them before James got home. But she could sleep in the bed tonight with Owen's scent still on them. When he reappeared, Brianna laughed softly. "No, this is not going to be our regular spot. Maybe a special occasion spot." She knew it was just by luck that she was completely alone today, but that wouldn't always be the case. Brianna lifted a brow, watching him as he got dressed. "What about your place?"
It would be nice even as a special occasion spot, and it made Kane a little happy that she didn’t say ‘never again.’ After tugging his boxer briefs on, he chuckled as he stepped into his jeans and pulled them up. “My place ain’t a fraction as nice as this,” he told her, glancing around the spacious bedroom. It was about as big as his living room. Kane zipped up his fly and sat on the edge of the bed to pull his socks and boots on. “But it’s free, so ... yeah, maybe next time.” He wasn’t going to tell her where to find him yet, they would have to work that out when Next Time rolled around. He thought of Bailey telling him not to bring women to his serial killer apartment and got a bittersweet pang in his chest. Kane stood and approached Red, his black t-shirt still in one hand. He put an arm around her for a hug and kissed her cheek. “Thanks,” he murmured softly near her ear, figuring she would know what for. Very few people in his life were ever soft with him, and Red didn’t owe him any comfort, but she’d given it anyway, and he appreciated it.
Brianna knew better than to say never again, because she clearly had no idea what any given day would bring. Maybe the next time James was out of town, she would invite him over again, maybe not. Brianna honestly didn't care about fucking somewhere nice, given that filthy motel out by the strip club is where this all began. When he approached her, Brianna rested her hands briefly on his waist and pressed a kiss to his collarbone. He didn't have to thank her for anything, but it was still a bit nice that he had. "If you need some help," she said, "there's a witch named Shayna Mae O'Reilly in town. Well, sort of in town. She lives out in Blackwater Woods. I can text you her address."
The name didn’t ring any bells, but that didn’t mean much. Kane had been gone from Point Pleasant for a long time. “Sounds good,” he answered as he pulled back. He turned and ambled to the door, only getting his shirt halfway on before he unlocked the knob and opened it. Kane was pushing one thick arm through the sleeve as he took a few steps out into the hallway -- and then froze. Standing there close to one of the other bedroom doors was a girl. She was tall and the plump kind of curvy, but that red hair made her unmistakably related to the woman behind him. “Shit,” Kane breathed, his heart and stomach sinking. He hastily tugged his t-shirt down all the way and glanced back at Red, his brow furrowed.
Phee had indeed been hanging out with Jen, but then Jen had to go to work, so Phee had come home just to relax by herself for a little while. She’d almost made it to her room when her parents’ bedroom door opened, and a man walked out. A man who wasn’t fully dressed yet. They both stopped moving at the same second and locked eyes, and a cold rush of fear ran though Phee. He was big, and a stranger, and in her parents’ bedroom? “Uhhhh ... mom?!” she said when he looked over his shoulder, her voice high and tight.
Instinctively, Brianna knew someone was home just from Owen's soft curse. She knew it before she heard Phee's voice. This wasn't good but Brianna couldn't help but be relieved that it wasn't James. "It's fine," Brianna said, quickly pushing past Owen into the hallway. "I'm fine." Phee looked worried, which was understandable. A strange man was in their house, after all. She glanced at Owen, the message quite clear in her eyes that he needed to go now. There didn't need to be a scene, or any kind of accusations with Owen still in the house. Brianna felt like she could handle things much better without him there.
She didn’t have to tell Kane twice -- or not tell him, whatever. Cheeks hot and heart pounding, he hurried past the two women in the hall and made a beeline for the steps. Kane had fucked a lot of married women in his time, but he’d never run into one of their kids before. He patted his jeans pockets to make sure he wasn’t leaving his wallet or keys behind as he thundered down the stairs, silently praying that the girl’s father hadn’t come home with her. He jogged across the hardwood floor until he could duck out the front door. Fuck fuck fuck, so much for a special occasion spot, he doubted that would ever happen again ... but god, he at least hoped it wouldn’t be the last time he got to see Red.
When the big stranger passed by, Phee practically plastered herself to the wall, her eyes still overly wide. It was a relief that her mother was fine and not raped and murdered in her own bed or something, but holy shit. It was sinking in that Phee had just caught Brianna sleeping with another man -- she was having an affair?! Once he was out of sight, she looked at her mother with eyebrows raised in a mix of shock and incredulity, but didn’t say anything until she heard the front door slam shut. “Um, who the hell was that?”
Brianna considered lying, but the thought was brief. Phee wasn't stupid and frankly, it would be hard to pretend that Owen was a plumber or something when the bedroom door had been shut and his shirt had been off. She sighed and closed her bedroom door again before walking to the stairs. There was a glass of wine in her very near future. "He's a friend of mine," Brianna said, glancing back to see if Phee was following. "He was just visiting."
Phee followed her mother to the stairs, her forehead starting to hurt from how high her eyebrows wanted to stretch. “Just a friend, just visiting with his shirt off in your bedroom?” she questioned, her tone making it clear she didn’t buy that for a second. Phee wasn’t ten years old anymore, it was obvious to her that they’d been fucking. Especially considering the way the guy ran out of the house without another word. She was grossed out and intrigued and starting to get angry all at once. “You’re cheating on Dad, aren’t you? With that guy?”
Brianna sighed, reaching up to rub her temples as she walked to the kitchen. This had the potential to really blow up everything, so she had to stay calm and try to keep Phee calm too. "It's complicated, Phee." Something about her daughter's tone vexed her. With that guy? What did that mean? The urge to defend Owen was strong but Brianna knew she could be misinterpreting Phee's words. Even so, Brianna struggled for an adequate explanation, one that wouldn't set her daughter off. But everything she thought of sounded ridiculous and Brianna did not like sounding ridiculous. "He is a friend and... I'm sleeping with him, yes." There. The truth. Brianna tugged open the fridge to find her bottle of wine.
The whole thing had been so startling that the man’s face wasn’t super clear in Phee’s memory, but she’d gotten the impression of a lot of tattoos and an all-around rough looking guy. Not really their kind of people. Or at least she didn’t think so. He’d definitely looked nothing like her dad. Maybe that was the point. Even though she knew the truth, it was still a bit shocking to hear her mother admit to it out loud. Phee stared at her back as she rummaged in the fridge, silent for a beat. “Are you and Dad getting divorced?” she blurted then, which was top of all the questions swirling around in her head now. She couldn’t really say why that prospect was so upsetting all of the sudden, but it was.
For some reason Phee's question took Brianna by surprise, even though it was completely understandable that her daughter would ask such a thing. But given how long she and James had been together, despite all their shortcomings, it didn't even occur to Brianna that her kids would think divorce was a possibility. She certainly didn't. Did she? Shutting the fridge, Brianna set the wine on the counter and turned to Phee, her expression calm, if slightly sympathetic. "No, of course not. I love your father. He doesn't know about... this. And I'm sorry you found out this way too." She had been so careful since meeting Owen at the Porch in January. It would figure that the one time she gives caution to the wind one of her children would catch her.
Phee had known for quite a while that her parents weren’t the most happily married couple in the world, but that seemed normal. At least they were still together, which was more than a lot of her friends could say about their own parents. It had never crossed her mind that either of them were out having affairs though. Brianna’s response was both comforting and confusing at the same time, and Phee’s expression reflected the conflict. “If you love him, then how can you do this?” she asked, narrowing her eyes a bit, though she sounded more baffled than accusatory. She couldn’t imagine herself ever cheating on Greg, because she loved him too much to hurt him like that. “How long has it been going on? Since you came back?”