Page 87 of Beautifully Broken Control

Cain’s eyes turned molten, the dark blue in them seeming to almost glow. “I’m clean. I’ve never gone without a condom.”

“Take me.”

There was the briefest moment of hesitation before Cain lunged, covering my body with his. I knew how much this meant. He was giving me a piece of his trust. It wasn’t everything, but it was more. And all I needed were little pieces of more along the way.

Cain’s cock bumped my opening as his lips trailed up my neck to my ear. “Are you sure?”

“I’m sure.”

He didn’t hesitate this time. With one slow thrust, he was inside me, bottoming out and stealing my breath.

“Cain.” It was a whisper and a plea. For what, I wasn’t exactly sure. But Cain seemed to know somehow. The pace he set was deep and slow, as if he were trying to fill all of me, imprint himself on every last cell of my body.

He cupped my face with one hand as he moved, his thumb brushing back and forth across my cheekbone. The movement stilled for the briefest moment, and he held my gaze with his, so much passing between us. “You’re everything to me.”

Tears welled in my eyes. A feeling of belonging overtook me. Of being cherished. I hadn’t felt anything close to it in so long. We weren’t the perfect people, but we just might be perfect for each other. “You’re everything to me, too.”

It was all he needed. The slow strokes were gone. In their place was a punishing pace that seemed almost feral, as if Cain needed to be closer, deeper than ever before.

I moaned, arching my back and granting him access. Hooking my legs around his hips, I dug my heels into his ass, spurring him on. The feel of him with nothing between us was everything. My fingers dug into his shoulders, my nails biting into his skin.

Cain cursed and thrust even deeper, the movement sending the room spinning. As if everything I could see or feel cracked like frozen glass. One more stroke and the glass shattered. My world came apart around me, and I knew things would never be the same.

36

Cain

“Where are you going?”The bed dipped as Kennedy rolled away from me, disrupting my light snooze. A nap that was needed because she had drained every ounce of energy from my body.

She grinned at me over her shoulder as she picked up the shirt I’d hastily discarded on the floor. “Stay where you are. I have a little something in store for you, but I want it to be a surprise. So, no peeking.”

I watched her body bend and twist, graceful even while just getting dressed. “I’ve got all the surprise I need right here. Except you keep covering up my view.” I leaned forward and grabbed the corner of the t-shirt she’d just put on, pulling her towards me.

Kennedy bent, brushing her mouth against mine. “Behave.”

“Now, why would I want to do that?”

She grinned. “Because good boys get rewards later.”

I pulled a full-on pout that had Kennedy cackling as she headed out the door. I didn’t like her away from me. I wanted to touch her anytime I damn well pleased. Having her near meant breathing easier. I needed to get a grip. This was getting ridiculous.

I pushed out of bed, pulling on a pair of boxers and grabbing my laptop. I needed to get some things in play for Halo. I booted up the computer and reached for my phone, hitting Jake’s contact.

He answered after only two rings. “Hey, man. The new program looks great. Not that I’m as well-versed as you are, but from what I can tell, it does everything we were hoping for.”

My gut clenched. I really hoped my number two didn’t up and quit on me. “About that. There’s something I need to tell you.”

“Okay.” The sound of a door closing came over the line. “Sounds serious.”

“It is.” I picked up a coin from my nightstand and flipped it over and over between my fingers. “I found the leak.”

Jake was silent for a moment before clearing his throat. “Who?”

“You’re not going to believe this. It was Rachel.”

Jake sucked in an audible breath. “No, shit? How’d you find out?”

“She as much as admitted it, but there’s more.” I set the coin back on my nightstand. I could get away with not telling Jake what I’d done with the dummy programs, just send him a new one and say I’d updated a few bugs. He’d never have to know that I doubted him, that I had tested him. But that wasn’t fair. I owed him the truth.

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