Page 72 of Break You

“Who? Is there a tiny person on the ground I can’t see?” I was having way too much fun with this.

More big sighs, before she finally tore her gaze from the ground to meet mine.

“I love you. Every arrogant, obscenely rich, stubborn, spiteful, scheming, as-demented-as-your-older-brother, stupid, sexy inch of you.”

If I wasn’t in love with her before, the look on her face, coupled with the emotion in her eyes would have pushed me over the edge. Everything about her body language told me she was mine.

“I heard nothing except I love you and sexy, and I’ll take it. Now, let’s go back to your place—I’m gonna screw you in your bed, missionary-style with the lights on, Angry Girl.”

“What the hell? We have our whole lives to have old-people sex. We don’t need to start now.” The confused look on her face had me biting back laughter.

“First of all, old people don’t do it with the lights on. Second—and if you tell anyone I said all this, I’ll deny it ‘til I’m blue in the face...’” I smirked, using her own words against her. “...I want to do all the things you refused to do when we slept together before, because you were trying to pretend you didn’t ache for me the way I ached for you. I want to smash all those barriers and boundaries you created. I’m gonna look you in the eyes, and tell you all the shit you never wanted to hear, then we’re gonna spoon until we fall asleep. Third, if your grandma has sex the way I’m about to fuck you, I’ll eat my cash. I’m going to break you, but this time in a good way.”

She grinned wide. “Well, when you put it like that, how can I refuse? What are you waiting for? Let’s go.”

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Back at her room, Rocky spread her arms and shrugged sheepishly. “It’s not the Ritz, or a luxury penthouse, but it’s home.”

I kept the fact to myself, that I’d already seen details of the room from the photos and video the cygnets had taken. I figured that reminding her of what an asshole I’d been to her just hours earlier, would be a total vibe killer.

“I like it way better than either of those places, because it reflects you. I feel like I’m getting to know you better just standing here, and I love that.”

“Shut up.”

Huh? “What?”

“Just shut up and fuck me before I change my mind, Loaded Boy.” It took me a few moments to catch her vibe, but once I did, I was there for it 100 percent.

“Oh, so it’s like that is it? Okay, I’ll play along for old time’s sake.” I stalked toward her until she was backed up against the bed, then when she couldn’t go any further, I dipped my head to whisper into her hair. “Get naked, Angry Girl, you’re overdressed for what I have in mind.”

We tore at each other’s clothes like we were possessed. The heated urgency we’d always had was still there, only now we were frantic to get intimate, rather than get even. Still, there was a rough edge that I hoped would never go away.

When we were both naked, I pushed her roughly down onto the bed, while she continued to bite, suck, and claw at whatever part of me she could get her teeth and hands on. I caught both her wrists in mine and pulled them down to her sides.

“Hey!” The indignance in her voice made my dick even harder—just as it always had—so did the way she automatically struggled against me.

“You’re not going to need them for what I have in mind, so just hold still.” Rocky being Rocky, she continued to struggle, just as I knew she would.

Rocky

I hated surprises, largely because I’d learned from an early age, that with the exception of the roller skates, they always brought bad things—mostly pain, disappointment, heartache, loss. We’d had our issues, and like I’d told Xavier before, I wasn’t about to just forgive and forget all of that. But I also knew that if we were going to have any kind of chance together, and if we were going to do anything other than angry fuck, I needed to find a way to move beyond that stuff.

I had to trust him, which was hard for me with anyone, let alone someone who’d betrayed that trust so badly, and so recently. It was a seemingly small thing, but even in just lying back and letting him do whatever he had in mind, I was making a step toward learning to let go. I lay back and waited.

“Good. I promise you’re going to thank me.” As the heat of his voice sent shockwaves through my core—little did he know, I was already thanking him.

He let go of my hands, moving his own up my body to rub my nipples. Instead of clawing at him, I gathered up handfuls of the sheets, scrunching them into tight balls, and digging my nails into my palms. Xavier nudged my knees open with his own and knelt between them, and as he released one nipple to lower his mouth to my clit, I realized what he had in mind.

I arched my back in pleasure, opening up to him further, and he took full advantage, slipping the index and middle finger of his free hand deep inside me.

“Umm…” I had to pause to ride out a wave of arousal, before I could finish what I was saying. “This wasn’t one of the ‘old people’ sex options you offered me.”

“Well, Angry Girl...” He pulled his lips away from my clit, and I instantly wished I’d kept my big mouth shut. “...just because someone asks you out for ‘dinner’, doesn’t mean appetizers and dessert aren’t on the menu as well.”

As he continued licking and sucking my clit, and I almost lost my mind. I started to wonder what the dessert options might be, and whether I could physically handle them, given how ruined I was by just the entrée.

He continued that way, taking his own sweet time, intentionally bringing me to the edge, then holding off until I thought I’d die of frustration and anticipation.

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