Page 83 of Did They Break You

I stare at Maya, my hands on my thighs. She crosses her arms again, looking down at her heels.

“She’s a bitch, Cort, and she already fucked you over. She almost sent you to prison. You need to stay away from her.”

I don’t say anything, just keep staring at the girl I never really liked in the first place. She was a shield, and that’s about it.

Storm told me I needed to cut her off after I fucked her the first time, but I’ve always liked steady sex. It’s just easier.

With Remi, I was content to wait.

I didn’t know what would happen when we went off to college, but before that night, if she had asked me, I would’ve told her we would try to make it work. I was halfway in love with her quiet ass back in high school, and Maya knew it before I did.

Maya comes closer to the bed and gets on, sinking her palms down on either side of my hips, crawling up my lap, her eyes locked on mine.

I inhale her strong perfume, something floral,and watch her bite her lip, her halter low-cut, showing off her full breasts.

“Let me take care you of, baby,” she whispers. “You don’t need to deal with her shit.” She sinks back to her heels, reaching for the waistband of my sweats.

I let her, my dick growing hard at the sight of her tits, but I keep thinking about what I said to Remi. About her getting a boyfriend and how I’d kill the fucker.

I think about her eyes in the gym, when I told her I was dating Maya.

She was...hurt.

Just as Maya goes to stick her hands down my pants, I catch her wrist in my fingers, jerking her closer.

Her breath leaves her in a rush, and she thinks I want to play with her, the way her other palm comes to my chest and she laughs against my neck.

But I grip her tighter, and she stills.

My mouth is at her ear when I speak. “You don’t own me, Maya,” I tell her, my voice low. “You don’t tell me who I can and can’t see. What I can and can’t do.”

I hear her suck in a breath, no doubt ready to speak again, but I don’t want to hear what she was to say.

“I think you should go home now.”

She scoffs and tries to pull her wrist from my grip, but I don’t let go.

“And if you think about texting my mother about this,think again, and grow the fuck up.”

I release her and she pulls back like I burned her, her eyes shining with unshed tears. But I think about her dropping Remi in that gym, the cry that left Remi’s mouth, and Maya just flipped her hair over her shoulder, turned away while the other spotters helped Remi limp over to the bleachers in the gym.

“I’ve got shit to do,” I tell her, crossing my arms over my chest, nodding toward the door.

“Cort,” she whispers, her bottom lip quivering. She glances at my pants, her hands coming to my thighs again as she leans in toward me, making that anger under my skin grow brighter. “Please just let me make you feel good.”

“Stop touching me, Maya.”

She doesn’t. Instead, she keeps running her hands up me, palming my dick over my sweats. “Baby, please?—”

I move before I even think it through as I flip her on her back so I’m on top of her.

Her eyes widen, but she’s not surprised. She knows how I like to fuck.

But that’s not what I want.

That’s not?—

Her hand closes around my dick in my pants, running up and down the length of me, my palms on either side of her head.

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