Cherished (Wanted #4)(8)
Author: Kelly Elliott

As he helped me up, I started to feel dizzy, but I didn’t say anything. Just as I was about to turn and make my way to the cabana, I felt like I was going to faint.

“Um…Trey…I don’t feel right…”

The next thing I knew, Trey was carrying me in through the door and laying me down on the bed.

He ran to the sink and wet a washcloth. He came back and placed it on my forehead. “Jesus, babe, you’re burning up. Maybe I should call a doctor?”

“No. No, I just need rest. Please…just let me rest.”

“Jess, maybe I shouldn’t leave you alone.”

“No, really, it’s okay. Just go clean up and come back in a few hours. I promise, I’ll be fine.”

Trey stood and shook his head. “Damn stubborn girl. Alright, but don’t get up. Just rest. Do you hear me?”

I smiled. “Yes, dad.”

It didn’t take long before I was drifting off to sleep and was dreaming.

I was walking up to the river, and I saw a man standing there. He was holding something in his hand. The closer I got, the more the image became clear. Someone was next to him. It was a young child. I called out for them, and as the man turned around, I sucked in a breath of air.

Scott.

Hey, baby, we’ve been waiting for you to come back to us.

I glanced down and looked at the beautiful little girl holding Scott’s hand. She had curly blonde hair, and her smile was exactly like Scott’s. I smiled as I looked back up at Scott, but he was starting to fade away. The little girl started calling out for him to stay, but he kept fading away. She pulled on my shirt, and I looked down at her to see a tear trailing down her face.

Why did you leave him without talking to him first? You killed him. You killed him by leaving him all alone.

My eyes instantly flew open. Holy fuck!

I sat up quickly and instantly felt sick to my stomach again. I barely made it to the bathroom before I was puking. I sat on the cold floor and leaned up against the wall. I put my head on my knees, and I felt the sweat just pouring off of me.

Oh my god. What in the hell kind of dream was that? What did I eat that’s making me so sick?

I just sat there and thought about the dream I’d just had.

Who was the little girl? Why did she tell me I killed Scott? What did she say? I should have talked to him first? What if…what if what I saw wasn’t really what happened? Maybe…

Oh, Jesus H. Christ, Jessie. You saw Chelsea fucking Scott…in his bed. I closed my eyes and felt tears stinging them. I never actually saw Scott though…but I heard him call out after me.

I hate that bitch more than the air I breathe. I hate Scott for doing this to me again. I started crying. Fuck, I’m so sick of crying. I just want to forget. I need to forget!

I heard a knock on the door, and I figured it was Trey as I stood. I quickly rinsed out my mouth with mouthwash and then splashed water on my face.

I headed toward the door and opened it. Trey was holding a huge bouquet of flowers.

“How are you feeling?” he asked with that sweet smile of his.

I smiled back. “So much better now that you’re here.”

Trey’s smile faded for a brief moment as he took a step closer to me. I instantly felt the heat between us as he reached his hand up and placed it on the side of my face. It was nothing like when Scott touched me though. When Scott touched me, my whole body would shiver. But Trey’s touch…helped me to forget…even if just for a moment.

“Jessie…you’re so beautiful.”

I closed my eyes and saw Scott. I snapped them open, and before I knew it, I was walking into Trey’s arms. He gently began kissing me, and he let out a small moan, which caused me to open my mouth to him. Our tongues began exploring each other as he brought me closer to him. He pulled slightly away from my lips.

I whispered, “Trey…help me forget. Please help me forget him.”

As he slammed his lips to mine, I felt his erection pushing into my stomach. I ran my hands up and into his hair. I gave it a hard tug, causing him to let out another moan. He slowly reached down and picked me up. He carried me over to my bed. As he gently laid me down on the bed, I started to panic.

What in the hell am I doing? I need to stop this now.

Trey moved his hand up my shirt. He slipped it under my bra and started playing with my nipple.

Oh god…that feels so good, but fuck, my breasts hurt like a son of a bitch.

I let out a moan as he moved his hand down. He started to unbutton my shorts.

Stop this, Jessie. You don’t want to do this.

Ah…feels…so…good.

The moment he slipped his fingers inside me, I almost came undone.

He stopped kissing me. “My god, Jessie…you’re soaking wet, love. I just want to bury myself in you.”

He started kissing me again, but this time, our kissing turned frantic. It was almost like if we stopped, we knew we wouldn’t start again. He quickly moved and started taking off my shorts and panties. He licked his lips as he looked at me. I quickly sat up and pulled off my shirt as he pushed my bra up and over my breasts.

I need to forget…I just need to forget him.

Trey slowly bent down and started kissing me again as he moved his hand and placed his fingers inside me.

“Ah…” I cried out as I felt the pressure building inside me.

“Jesus…I just want to fuck you.”

I closed my eyes and held back the tears. That’s what we’d be doing—fucking, not making love. We’d be fucking the people who hurt us out of our heads for just a few brief moments.

He started fucking me with his fingers as his thumb began its assault on my clit. It wasn’t going to take long now before I just fell apart.

“That’s it, love…let it go. Let me make you forget all about him. Let me in, and I’ll make you forget all about everything.”

I looked away and over toward the window, out to the ocean. My mind drifted away from what was happening, and all I could think about was Scott. Then, I saw the moon in the sky, and I heard Scott’s voice.

I love you to the moon and back.

He’d said it to me all the time, and that was all I could hear now, over and over in my head.

I love you to the moon and back, Jessie—always.

No…no…something about this feels all wrong. I can’t do this. Stop! Please stop!

I looked back at Trey as he was sucking on one of my overly sensitive nipples. Jesus, it feels so good but so wrong at the same time.

I began pushing him away. “Stop. Please stop, Trey.”