Page 88 of Broken

His eyes roll as I lower slowly onto him, pushing down until I’m sitting on his lap. His hands come to my thighs, sweeping up and down slowly, gently. He lets me take control, watching me as I ride him, alternating between slow and fast. I pay close attention to his facial expressions and the beat of his heart beneath my palms on his chest.

It’s clear he is struggling to contain himself, his jaw tightening and his breath getting faster. I up the tempo, squeezing and releasing him hard as I slide up and down.

He grunts. “I’m gonna…” he trails off into a long groan before he can finish that sentence. There is no need for him to. His cock pulses inside of me.

I grab my breasts and tug on my nipples until a climax rips through me too. His eyes on me make me feel like I’m the only woman in the world. And the only thing that matters right now, is us here together, in my bed.

This is new, using sex to push away my problems. I never intended on falling into bed with someone so quickly after leaving my home and my old life. Regardless of what I’d intended, there is no escaping the fact his actions prevented another panic attack.

He’s made it clear he doesn’t want a relationship, and I feel the same. Still do, but the need to talk, to tell someone the secret I’ve kept inside is overwhelming me.

He says he won’t make me talk. Truth is, I want to.

Sin knows some of it, but not everything.

“Did you look it up, after I told you about what happened?”

“Yes,” he answers without hesitation. “I told you that.”

Why wouldn’t he? The case was huge, it’s hard to hide from it. Though I’ve done a good job so far. The letters in the kitchen drawer prove I will not get away from it as easy as I’d hoped. They remain unopened.

Maybe talking about this will make me feel brave enough to do it.

It seems wrong to tell him this while his dick is inside me. I wince as I pull off him. Garrett has a bigger than average dick and all those piercings. Fucking it twice has had an effect.

“You okay?” he asks.

I give his dick a long look and his laugh surprises me.

“And it’s not done with you yet. Do you have a bathtub?”

My lips part, why would he ask me that? I do actually. When I nod, he gives me a slow smile.

“I hear baths have a soothing effect. To make it easier.”

“Easier for what?” I ask brazenly, deciding to play the game too.

“More fucking.”

Okay, I walked into that and I’m nowhere near as good at it as he is. My cheeks heat. They burn even hotter when he winks at me. Calm down, it was just a comment. With a sexy wink full of promise.

Jesus.

I shuffle to the end of the bed so we’re facing one another, needing to get away from all that hotness. And the need to fill up the tub I’ve not used yet.

Garrett watches me grab his shirt and pull it over my head, a proprietary expression on his face. Something tells me it’s not about the T-shirt.

One thing I’ve learned about Garrett, he’s intuitive. He doesn’t want people to see that, but he is always anticipating how people will react. Both good and bad. He cares about the people heworks with, no matter how much he acts like an asshole. Is it foolish to think that extends to me?

“Jared,” I pause. Even saying his name makes me want to vomit. Taking a deep breath, I start again. “He wasn’t only ripping apart my company. He was breaking his vows too.”

He understands what I’m saying because his face creases angrily, but he holds his silence. I grasp the comforter beside my thighs.

“The worst part is, I knew her. Well. And the way I found out was walking in on them in my bed. He didn’t even live there anymore.”

“He brought someone into your house, after everything that happened?”

“After all the other shit, yes,” I let out a harsh laugh. “While he was waiting to go to court. Guess he was getting it while he still had the chance. He definitely wasn’t going to get anything from me. So he went for the next best thing.”

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