Page 11 of Broken

“It was terrifying, okay?!” Izzy finally yelled back. “The last time they did something, you pulledaway! I saw it! I watched you retreat, and it wasweeksbefore you had anything to do with me again! So as soon as we get together, they pull something again, and I’m just supposed to run and tell you?!”

“Yes!” I stepped towards her. “That’s what you do when you’re in a relationship! Youtrustthe person you’re with and tell them the truth, not hide shit! I fucking love you, Izzy, so of course I’m not going to pull away!”

She gasped, both of us freezing at my words.

“You love me?”

I took a moment to breathe, needing in that moment for it to be true. Knowing that it was. “With everything.”

She flew into my arms, our mouths tackling, tongues tangling. My hands were already reaching for her thighs when Izzy jumped and wrapped her legs around my waist. She tugged at my shirt behind my shoulders, her hands bunching the material as I fell atop her on the bed. I grabbed my shirt, yanking it the rest of the way off with one hand, and buried my lips into her neck, dragging kisses along her pale, smooth skin.

She grabbed my face, pulling me up so that my eyes met hers.

“I love you so freaking much. With everything.”

I growled at the way she copied my words, something inside me roaring with her declaration, and I devoured her mouth with mine as her hands found the button of my jeans. She yanked them down my ass, her hands reaching under my boxer briefs to grab my balls, and I groaned.

“Fuck that feels good.” She grinned, continuing to rub as I fumbled with the wrap on her top. “The fuck?” I finally grumbled, and Izzy laughed. Her hands left me to untie the knot, and I wanted to complain at the loss, but the second the knot on her top was pulled free, she let it fall open, revealing the black lace of her bra.

My mouth fucking watered, my hand instantly finding and cupping over the lace. Lifting her lower back with one arm, I reached with the other to pop the hooks free, pulling the lace and her shirt from her flesh. I ducked down, my lips taking in a rosy nipple, and she moaned, our movements becoming frantic once again. She quickly shoved down her skirt, and my fingers hooked under her panties, sliding them down her long legs before we tossed her clothes to the floor.

Desperate, aching, needingher, needing the connection between us again, I cupped her breast, trailing down her stomach with my tongue. She wiggled on the bed below me, her breaths short and fast, the signs all showing me that what she felt was good, but she pulled at my head before I could reach my destination between her thighs. I looked up, finding insecurity waiting for me in the mossy depths of emerald green. The tiniest shake of her head had me pulling back up, and I crawled over her, my own eyes asking her questions.

“I just…not that. Not yet,” she whispered. Without missing a beat, I swept her up in another kiss, my fingers slipping between her folds instead, and I groaned. She was so wet. Just like last time.

I pumped my fingers, my thumb rubbing fast circles over her clit until Izzy had to break our kiss with a gasp, her breaths now coming out in pants. Her eyes met mine before closing, and her head tossed back in my pillow before her body stiffened, her core spasming around my fingers. I kept moving, letting her ride out her orgasm until she finally grabbed my arm.

“God, you’re good at that,” she panted, and I smirked, pride swelling in my chest.

I got up, kicked off my jeans, and reached into my nightstand drawer for protection. I’d meant it when I’d promised her. Even if she was on the pill, we were taking every precaution we could. The second I rolled it on, Izzy pulled me back on the bed, and I hooked her knee over my arm before thrusting inside.

“Oh, my God,” she groaned, and I moaned, dropping my head over hers. A small piece of me had worried last time had been too good to be true. That it couldn’t be that amazing again, but just one second inside her, and I already knew that this was us.Wewere this good. That this girl was meant for me.

I pulled out and thrust again, setting a rhythm, matching my pace to hers as Izzy rocked her hips. I watched her, the delicate dip in her throat as she swallowed, the way her eyes closed when she grew close, how her hair spilled across my pillow. She was perfection. My fucking princess. She was mine.

I was forever fucking hers.

I grabbed her breast, thrumming gently over her nipple, and Izzy cried out with her orgasm, her back arching from the bed with her release. As soon as she was done, I let go of her leg and sat back, pulling her hips into my lap, and just like last time, it only took a few short strokes for her to come again. Noting that for later, I grabbed her hand when she reached for me and pulled her up over my lap.

“You like this move, huh?” I teased, and Izzy just smirked.

“Shut up and fuck me.”

Holy fuck, that was hot.“Yes, ma’am.”

I grabbed her hips, thrusting upwards as she pushed down, and damn if it didn’t feel fucking amazing. We met each other, Izzy clutching my shoulders as I matched her thrust for thrust. When she was getting close again, she grabbed my hair, yanking my head back, and she smashed her mouth against mine, usingme to cover her cries, her pussy clenching my cock so hard I had to try not to come. I forced myself to ride it out, throwing her back on the bed again when she finally finished, and hooked her leg over my arm once again, letting her ride wave after wave until I couldn’t hold back anymore, collapsing over her in a final release of my own.

ISABEL

My breaths were still coming in fast pants when Tucker rolled off to the other side of the bed. He splayed a hand over his heart, his own breaths rapid, and then pulled me over so that I was now draped over his chest. He pressed a kiss to the top of my head, and I smiled, everything in me feeling it down to my toes. He’d meant what he’d said. And holy mess,had I meant it when I’d said it back.

It was several minutes of lying in contented bliss before I dared to speak, Tucker’s heart beating steadily beneath my ear. I was riding on air, but as the minutes ticked by, the euphoria slowly stepped back to let the dread seep in. We’d only touched the surface of what we’d needed to before.

“We should clean up.”

Tucker’s fingers were playing lazily with the ends of my hair by my back, but he stilled with my words, as if sensing everything I already knew was coming after.

“You’re right.”

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