Page 36 of The Break Down

Why? Because she belongs to me.

Yes, I made her come, moaning and clenching all around me. And fuck yeah, I came too. All over her gorgeous tits like I’d waited a lifetime for the privilege.

I still had the taste of her moans on my tongue and my fingers curling every time I thought of the way her body opened up for me.

And yes—I can’t fucking wait to do it all again.

Tonight, if she’ll let me.

Right now, if I didn’t have a shit ton of eyes waiting to see if I so much as glanced in the direction of the RV where she sat with her best friend Carolina and our coach, I’d be staring at the damn thing just to sneak a peak of her.

As it was, just thinking about Red would have to suffice.

My cock stirred.

I sucked in a deep breath.

I must be crazy cause I could still smell her on my skin despite the shower I had last night.

My jaw was clenched so tight it ached.

My dick was half hard.

Again.

And my brain? My brain was a goddamn mess. Equal parts territorial rage and desperate want.

Tank didn’t say anything for a beat. He just studied me.

He might be younger, and clueless when it came to some things.

But he wasn’t dumb. Far from it. And he knew me well.

The man saw through me like glass when he wanted to.

Finally, he let out a breath and rubbed the back of his neck.

“You know what you’re doing?”

That landed like a punch.

Because no. No, I didn’t. Not really.

Finley wasn’t a woman you messed around with. She wasn’t a quick shag and forget.

She wasn’t someone who fit into my life as it was.

She was loud and fierce and fucking brilliant.

She was a storm in lipstick with a camera in her hand and a laugh that made my chest feel too small.

And I had no idea how to hold on to someone like that without breaking everything around me.

Still, I said, “Yeah.”

Tank raised a brow. “That wasn’t very convincing.”

“I know what I want,” I clarified. “And I know I’m not going to walk away from her.”

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