Page 46 of Broken Pieces

“I am. I was stupid. I was acting out. I was pissed you rejected me.”

I have nothing to say to him, so I turn to leave the room. He grabs my arm to stop me. “What do you want me to say?”

I look down at his grip on my forearm and glance back up at him, anger piercing my eyes. “Don’t fucking touch me.”

He looks down at his hand on my arm and something must click in his mind because he practically jumps away from me. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. I just don’t know how to get across to you.”

“Let me fill you in on a small detail, Brooks. Fucking some bitch isn’t the best way to get across to me.” I walk closer to him and push his chest. “Telling me you are sorry when I can see in your eyes that you truly aren’t is not a way to get across to me. Grabbing my arm to talk to me is not a way to get across to me.”

I push him again, my body raging. I feel my heartbeat speeding up as my inhibitions drop.

“I am sorry, Blue. Really. I am an idiot. I don’t take rejection well.” He doesn’t fight back against my pushing which pisses me off even more.

“Don’t fucking call me Blue,” I say as I push him closer to the wall. I can feel his heartbeat speeding up under my palms. I can see the way his eyes keep glancing to my lips the angrier I get. My own storm brewing inside of me.

“I didn’t fuck her.”

I roll my eyes. “Really so the ‘harder baby’ and the banging wasn’t fucking?”

“Not in the biblical sense. I couldn’t stop thinking about you, so I kicked her out.”

I push him again. “That’s the biggest load of horseshit.”

“It’s true.”

I contemplate what he’s saying. Honesty in his eyes. I am surprised to find myself believing him.

I go to push him again, but he grabs my wrists as they lay on his chest. “Don’t look at me like that,” he says.

“Like what?” I ask as I too can’t help but glance at his lips.

“Like you want to fucking kiss me.”

“I don’t want to kiss you.” I push against his chest again until he backs into the living room wall.

“Your body sure seems like it.”

“Fuck you,” I spit. His eyes pierce into me just as I grab his neck and pull his lips to mine.

This isn’t the soft kiss we shared days ago. No, this kiss is anger and lust, hate and passion, rage and want all put into one. His lips suck hard on mine as I pull his body closer to me. He bites my lip as I pull on his hair. He turns us around, so I am pinned against the wall while he devours my mouth. I am useless against him now. Two currents clashing against each other to create the perfect storm.

I open my mouth so our tongues can collide with the same force as our bodies. His hands are all over me like they can’t find enough places to touch. I moan into his mouth as he presses himself into my center.

I can’t get enough. Yet I shouldn’t want any of this. But the whirlwind that was turning in me finally feels free as I let him take advantage of me in any way he can. I start to grind against him even though my brain is telling me to stop. He groans loudly as he presses me harder against the wall. We are creating our own thunder.

I can’t breathe.

I can’t think.

The taste of him more decadent than any dessert I’ve ever made. I am ready to give him everything when we are interrupted by a knock on the door.

He practically jumps off me as I try to compose myself and figure out what the hell just happened.

He adjusts his pants as he walks to the door.

I hear Summer on the other side and adjust myself so she won’t be able to see the storm that just went down inside.

She wants to know if I will help with dinner. I have no problem obliging after what just happened with Brooks. I barely glance at him as I exit the cottage to walk with Summer back to the house.

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