Page 62 of Breakaway

He lifted one big shoulder and turned his water goblet in his hands. “I’m just saying that you’re not doing them any favors by bailing them out. Kids have to grow up and be independent and deal with the consequences of their actions.”

“What do you know about it?” she snapped, stung by his words. “You’re not a parent.”

“Neither are you.”

Her mouth dropped open. “Not technically! But I’m responsible for my brother and sister…”

“Remi, they’re legally adults.”

This was true.

“Hey, I know what family is like. I love my brothers. I’d do anything for them. I’ve fought for them when I had to. And just because I’m not a parent myself doesn’t mean I don’t know anything about learning how to take responsibility for my actions. I’m not always good at it, but I’m learning. I had to learn, when I was young, if I wanted to succeed in my career goals.”

She studied his face, the intensity in his expression, the blaze in his eyes. There was no questioning his dedication to his sport and all that he’d achieved and she supposed she’d never really thought much about what he’d had to do to get there. Especially since his main goal off the ice seemed to be to have as much fun as possible. Her chest squeezed. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I guess I just didn’t like someone telling me how to deal with my family.”

“I’m sorry too, then,” he said. “For interfering. I care about you.”

She sucked briefly on her lower lip. “I know.”

“You’re going to be an awesome mother some day.”

She blinked at him and sat back in her chair. Her desire to some day be a mother with children of her own, was not something she was going to share with a guy she was having a fun little fling with. But his compliment pleased her and made her heart swell in her chest and her eyes sting a little. She shook her head and reached for her water goblet. “Maybe some day.” She gave him a bright smile. “Thank you for the advice, Jase. Seriously, you’re a smart guy.”

His eye flickered but his lips lifted in a smile.

“And sorry for all the drama. This doesn’t happen all the time.”

“Uh…I beg to differ.”

She tipped her head to one side.

“The first night we met you used tae kwon do moves on me andtook me down. Then the cops showed up at your place. Then your sister had a meltdown and you had to go home to her. Now your brother’s got a crisis. But at least your life’s never boring.”

She stared at him. Was he making a sarcastic joke? It didn’t appear so. She shivered. Her life was nothing but boring compared to his! What was he talking about!

“Let’s order,” he said.

The night-time sex in the king size bed was even better.

Jase knew now what Remi liked and didn’t worry about accidentally crushing her. Well, maybe just a bit. But now he knew what she needed. She was strong and feisty and she wasn’t looking for soft and gentle. Which was fine with him. He was a physical guy, always had been, and sex was his favorite sport. And thank God, it was Remi’s too, apparently.

They rolled across the bed together, mouths fused, bodies joined, sweating and panting and hearts hammering.

She reached for his cock, small hands closing around it, and her touch sent sizzles up his spine. His balls pulled up tight, ready to explode.

She squirmed against him, her little body all curvy and warm and rubbing against him as she moved down the bed, laying hot, wet little kisses over his chest, then his stomach. His abs quivered. Then she kissed his stomach below his navel, so sensitive, and he throbbed in her hands.

She made little moaning noises of pleasure as she combed her fingers through his pubic hair, then slid them down around and under his cock to stroke his balls. Delicate touches, making him groan and writhe.

She fisted his cock again in two hands and pulled, long firm strokes, just how he liked it, and when she bent her head he hissed out a breath. Her mouth on the head of his cock was like sweet heaven, hot wet heat and hungry suction. She swirled hertongue around and her teeth grazed the sensitive rim, making him jump.

“Fuck,” he groaned, sliding his hands into her hair. He held her head as she moved up and down on his shaft, her mouth sublime. “Remi. God, your mouth. I love your mouth.”

She murmured an agreement which vibrated a frisson of pleasure through him and then she let his cock release with a pop and licked her lips. She held his cock with her hands and looked down at it as if she was studying it. She smiled. He twitched. Hard.

She licked across the head, one long slow lick, then bent her head even lower and licked his balls. His hips lifted. Ah, fuck! He gritted his teeth, closing his eyes at the sensations that torched his nerve endings. He was so rigid and engorged it hurt, his cock leaping toward her.

Then she sucked one testicle into her mouth, tugged gently and released, licked over to the other and sucked it in too. He held her head, fingers tight and hard, trying not to explode, his whole body wracked with the need to come.

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