Page 31 of The Break Down

My cock is already hard again, aching for another round, just from looking at her like this, completely undone in my hands.

I want to bend her over right now and sink into her until she’s hoarse from screaming my name.

But I can’t.

Not here.

Not like this.

Not the first time.

Because when I take her, it’s going to be everything.

Slow and savage.

Worship and ruin.

She deserves that. She deserves more than a quick fuck in the dark.

But that doesn’t change the truth of what this moment has done.

Because I know, deep down in the bottom of my ruined soul, this here? It changed everything.

I won’t be able to pretend she’s just the social media girl anymore.

I won’t be able to walk past her without needing to touch her.

Needing to have her.

I’ll want her.

All of her.

Always.

And I don’t know if I’m strong enough to survive that kind of need.

But I do know one thing.

I already belong to her.

Even if she doesn’t know it yet.

CHAPTER TEN-FINLEY

The next day I wake up feeling better than I have in weeks.

I can’t believe I didthatlast night. Outdoors. With him.

Oh my freaking God.

Carolina is in the tiny RV kitchen, humming softly to herself as she lines up slices of bread like she’s solving a puzzle.

There’s deli meat, cheese, some leafy greens that are probably still good, and an open jar of mustard dangerously close to toppling over.

Dane is up front, one hand on the wheel, his other arm casually resting over the back of the passenger seat, glancing over at her like he still can’t believe she’s real.

I guess date night went well.

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