Page 68 of Broken

Tucker: Love you.

My heart skipped with hope.

ANNIE

Jet’s thumb traced along the lines in my palm before trailing over the back of my hand, swirling in calming patterns he’dperfected against me years ago. Even now, my body and mind eased, relaxed by his side.

Finding a spot to park down an isolated back road after a fun dinner and movie date, we were laid out on the hood of his car and staring up at the stars.

It was peaceful. A moment carved out in time for just the two of us.

The rest of the world didn’t matter. Not for a few minutes at least.

I pulled in a deep breath and let it out on a long, slow exhale. “Thank you. For this.”

Jet squeezed my hand. “Glad to help. It did help, right?” He looked at me, and I smiled, rolling my head against the cool metal to look back at him.

“Yeah. It did.”

I got lost in those blue eyes looking back at me. The color was hidden in the dark, but I had them memorized, and I knew every inflection and detail as clearly as if they were highlighted by the sun.

Jet rolled his head away and threw his arm behind his head to rest on his cast. “I love nights like this. All these stars? Makes me remember how small I am in the grand scheme of things.”

I smirked. “This your way of trying to tell me everything happens for a reason?”

“It makes you think, doesn’t it? I know it’s hard to see now, but there’s gotta be a reason all this happened.”

I frowned. “So, you’re a fan of them keeping the baby?”

Jet lifted a single shoulder in a shrug. “It’s not my place to say. I just like to think we’re not down here floundering around for nothing. That there’s a plan. Areasonfor all of it, even if we can’t see it. Who knows? Maybe Izzy is destined to get in a horrible accident if she goes off to that Academy, and this baby is the universe’s way of making sure it doesn’t happen.”

My brow rose. “Wow…you’re really philosophical tonight.”

“Maybe it’s the same with my arm. Maybe having a college football career just isn’t the right path for me, and fracturing my wrist is steering me back to the right one.”

“Or the rightscholarship,” I suggested instead. “What if the right school is coming later, and this is keeping you available until it does?”

Jet beamed, making me smile.

He rolled to his side, his eyes finding mine. “You’re amazing. You know that right?”

My heart smiled, and I reached out to cup his cheek as he leaned over me, capturing me in a kiss. It was sweet, intimate,deep, and it had my insides curling down to my toes. The way I loved this man.

He grabbed my thigh, hooking my leg over the back of his, and I moaned as he rolled me over to my back and ground his hips against my core, the friction hitting the perfect spot in my jeans. My hand slid around to his back, tracing along the broad planes and the muscles before making its way below the waist of his jeans. I cupped his ass, tilting my hips up to meet his as he thrust again.

“Out here?” he breathed, asking what I was okay with, and I shook my head, everything in my body just as frantic for him.

“In the car.”

One last deep kiss and he pushed off me, hopping down from the hood, and I quickly slid off after him. He threw open his door and crawled in, adjusting his seat so there was room for me over his lap, and I pulled the door shut behind us, my hands already grabbing at his clothes so I could touch his skin. Feel his warmth against mine.

Peeling off each other’s shirts, Jet stopped to stare at my chest, his hand slowly tracing and cupping over the lime green satin. He leaned forward, running his tongue over the swell of mybreast as he reached behind me to unclasp the hooks. Tossing it away, his lips immediately trailed down to my nipples, and he sucked one into his mouth, flicking his tongue over the sensitive peak as his thumb brushed over the other, leaving neither unattended. I gasped at the sensations, loving the reverence he treated my body with. I leaned back against the wheel as he lavished my breasts with attention, and eventually, his hands trailed down my stomach to unhook the button on my jeans.

Pulling the zipper down, Jet slipped his fingers inside, and I moaned as he slid them through my slick heat.

“God, you’re wet for me. My good girl.” My hips jerked at the praise, my pussy instantly wetter.

I scrambled from my jeans, too eager to give him full access, and I undid his next, yanking them down his hips to reach inside his boxers as he found my pussy again.

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