Page 53 of Break You

A rash of goosebumps spread across her arms—either the cool breeze was getting to her, or my words were affecting her as much as they were me.

“Come on. It’s a ride, not a poison apple. Surely a few minutes in a car with me has to be a better option than standing out here catching your death of cold?”

“I’m only standing here because you’re talking to me, otherwise I would have been on my way. In any case, what’s it to you whether I get hypothermia?”

“Nothing at all. Except that I’d probably flunk Psych, which would be a shame given that I’ve endured you thus far.”

“Eat a dick.”

“Great idea. You go first—mine could do with some attention.”

She rolled her eyes, flipping me the bird at the same time. I didn’t know why it sent a rush of blood to my already throbbing cock when she did that, but it did.

I lifted both hands and ran the backs of my fingertips slowly and rhythmically up and down her arms, noting the increase in goosebumps and how her whole body trembled to my touch. Not the cold, then. Looking down at her nipples again, I couldn’t resist hooking my index fingers, and running my knuckles over the peaks they created. I swallowed the chuckle in my throat as this time, her entire body shuddered under my touch. She could deny it until she’d talked herself hoarse, but her body was mine, even if her mind wasn’t. I waited, continuing to stroke her nipples.

“Okay, but seriously, I’m not in the mood for any shit, so don’t expect conversation from me.”

She rolled toward the car, and I gave her a small head start before spinning on my heels, and striding toward her, quickly closing the gap between us. I hesitated momentarily, considering my next move, before my body kicked in and overrode my brain. I pushed her stomach hard against the car, caging her with my arms, and kneeing her legs farther apart.

She seemed to respond to me instinctively—rather than by active choice—her body bucking hard against me. She jutted her butt out, the skates putting her at just the right height to rub against my dick, which was so hard, I swore I could fuck her right through the fabric of my pants. As though reading my mind, she reached around and grabbed me, squeezing so hard, I was pretty sure I saw stars. This time it was my turn to buck, my body slamming harder into hers as a result.

I lowered my head, speaking gruffly into the soft shell of her ear, my voice heavy with desire.

“That uniform is so goddamned hot, I want to bend you over the hood and fuck you hard, until you beg me to stop.”

“Jesus!” As she arched her back and threw her head back toward me, I lashed out, on reflex, with one hand, grabbing a handful of her long braids, and dragged her head back toward me. I pulled her hips closer to mine with the other hand.

She squeezed my dick even harder, sending me to the border of pleasure and pain. I wanted more and less at the same time. I swore time stood still. We were frozen in a bubble of carnal heat, and I couldn’t see straight, let alone form a useful thought.

Thankfully, Rocky came to her senses first. “I’m not fucking you in the street, Loaded Boy. Let’s get out of here.”

She was pulling at the car door, and had hopped inside before I’d had the chance to fully register what she’d said. I sprinted around to the driver’s side and jumped in. As we pulled away from the curb, I turned to her, noting, and liking the flush in her cheeks—I loved that she was so deeply affected by me, and that she hated that fact.

“So, Angry Girl, tell me something nobody else would know about you.”

“Nope.”

“Why not?”

“Because small talk and I are like oil and water. We don’t mix.”

“We’ve fucked how many times now? I think it’s safe to say we’re well past the small-talk stage.”

“We were never at that stage, and we never will be. We screw sometimes. We’re not dating. We’re not even friends with benefits, given we can’t stand the sight of each other. However you look at it, there’s no place for idle chitchat.”

“This isn’t that, though. It’s for the assignment—Question #7, remember? But, if you’re not up to it, I don’t mind going first.”

I didn’t know why I enjoyed baiting her so much, but it brought me a stupid degree of satisfaction. Rocky glared at me as though she’d really like to stomp on my balls.

“I don’t have my phone with me to record it.”

Of course. She didn’t have anything with her.

I flicked a switch on the steering wheel to activate the entertainment system.

“All good, I’m recording it on mine. I’ll take a different question, though: Question #2 If you had a magic wand, what in your life would you change?”

“I’ve been thinking about it, and honestly, I can’t think of much I wouldn’t change. I mean I’d change the blood that runs through my veins, the air I grew up breathing, my parents. Pretty much everything.” I chanced a sideways glance at Rocky, and found her looking at me. When we made eye contact, she snapped her head back to the front, and stared straight ahead out of the windshield. “What?”

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