Page 50 of Broken Hearts
I get to my feet and offer him both hands. Tugging, I manage to get him upright. “I have bad news.”
“What’s that?” He crowds my space, wrapping his arms around my lower back and pulling me flush against him.
“I have to pee.”
While Rhett stands in the hallway being my lookout, I dart across into the bathroom. I hurry and then open the door a crack when I’m done to let Rhett know I’m ready to run back across.
Unfortunately, someone else needs to use the bathroom at that moment.
“You can’t go in there,” Rhett tells him.
“Why not? I gotta take a piss,” the guy says. “I’ll be quick.”
“Sorry, I called it.” Rhett pushes into the bathroom and closes it behind him.
“Now what?” I whisper.
He shrugs. “He’ll give up and use the other one.”
“Dude, you better not be taking a shit in there,” the guy calls from outside the door.
“Are you sure about that?”
Rhett chuckles, his laughter tickles my neck as his mouth descends to my skin. “Gonna be a while. Use the other one.”
“What is it with you and bathrooms?” I ask as he lifts me onto the vanity and steps between my legs.
“You’re the one that ran in here.”
I start to defend myself, but when his mouth covers mine, the words die on my lips. His hands grip my legs and his hard bulge presses into my sensitive core. He works my leggings down and tosses them to the floor.
I break the kiss, moaning as he rubs against me in a slow rhythm that has me not caring where we are. “Did you lock the door this time?”
I don’t open my eyes but hear the click of the lock.
“Nothing is stopping me from getting you off.” Long fingers slip under the satin material covering me and one digit slips inside of me while the pad of his thumb circles my clit. His fingers stop, but before I can protest, he pulls me to the edge of the vanity, removes my panties, and lowers between my legs.
The stone vanity is cold beneath my ass but the heat of his mouth starts a fire inside of me.
Someone knocks and instead of answering, Rhett kicks the door and growls. I fling a hand against the mirror behind me, the other I run through his messy hair while his mouth devours me. I let out a moan as the orgasm builds.
“You’re so fucking tight. So fucking perfect,” he rasps as I come. “So fucking perfect.”
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Rhett
Sienna holds on to my arm as I stick my head out of the bathroom to make sure no one is in the hallway. Dragging her behind me, I shoot across to my room.
We collapse onto my bed. Her hair hangs down past her shoulders and her cheeks are pink from the orgasm I just delivered. I can still taste her on my tongue.
“That was fun,” she muses.
Fucking right it was.
She climbs on top of me and I think I see Jesus.
“There seems to be a problem.” She wiggles her perky ass, grinding her lower body against mine.
