Page 114 of Broken

Garrett drops his mouth on mine again, catching my bottom lip between his teeth, gently nipping at it. My pussy clenches. If he doesn’t drag me inside, I’m going to do it.

Unspoken we turn to my building, his hand pressed against my lower back. We get inside as the mail carrier puts something in my mailbox.

“Oh,” I pause and look over my shoulder at Garrett. It shouldn’t take long to grab the mail.

He is impatiently pressing against my side. It leaves me with no doubt about what he wants. His dick is hard as steel. He groans when I go over to open the mailbox and the carrier leaves.

There are two letters, one is from the cable company. The second is postmarked San Antonio. Shit. I still haven’t opened the other two.

Whatever Garrett sees on my face douses the lust. He comes over and tips my chin up. “What’s wrong?”

“Um… This is the third letter I’ve got from home. No one is supposed to know where I am.”

Garrett frowns and stares at the letter. “Who is it from?”

My shrug is sheepish. “I haven’t opened them.”

“You’ve left that life behind and don’t want to know?” he asks simply. Anyone else would have been telling me to open the letters and find out what it is.

It takes a moment for me to articulate my thoughts. “If it’s him, I don’t want to know anything.”

Garrett reaches for the letter, looking at me in question before I offer it up. He turns it over and back again. “There wouldbe prison stamp if it’s from him,” he says tightly, pissed at the thought of Jared reaching out.

“Oh.” Right, I never thought of that.

“Come on,” Garrett doesn’t pass the letter back, he takes my hand and pulls me toward the stairs. “We’ll go upstairs, and you decide what you want to do.”

Inside my apartment I go to the kitchen drawer and take out the other two letters, setting them on the counter. Garrett leans back against the fridge and crosses his arms over his chest. It makes his biceps bulge.

Can’t we go back to what we were coming here for? I don’t want to admit I’ve not opened these letters because I am scared to do it alone.

He’s silent, watching, but not judging me. He’ll back me if I choose to tear them up.

“You want a coffee?” he asks, his voice startling me.

“You’re letting me have coffee?”

“It’s better than vodka,” he smirks. “And yeah, I’ll allow it, given the situation.”

He’s joking, and it lightens the mood. “The hangover cure worked. Vodka might not be a bad idea.”

“You don’t need alcohol to help you make this decision, Calli.”

Only his silent support. He doesn’t have to say it.

“I’ll ask you about that full name of yours later,” he adds.

“Vixen is preferable,” I retort, making his lip twitch again. “I kind of liked people here not knowing my full name.”

“What’s it gonna be? Coffee and opening the letter, or I can rip off your underwear and fuck you senseless?”

“Jesus…” When he started that sentence, I thought he was going to say rip up the letter. “I might need that after.”

“Fine by me,Vixen.”

I decide to open the most recent letter first. It might be the easiest to stomach because it will be whoever this is pestering meto respond to the other letters. When I take out the paper and unfold it, my focus goes to the logo in the top corner right away. I gasp.

Garrett straightens away from the fridge, but he doesn’t speak, or come any closer.

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