Page 2 of Broken Hearts
“Uh-uh,” she says and climbs up my body. Her hands wrap around my wrists, and she pins them to the bed above my head. Well, that’s kinda hot. Her tits are in my face, and she’s putting just the right amount of friction on my dick. I grind up into her.
“No hands.” She’s a bossy little thing.
Then she drops back between my legs and continues adoring my thighs. Is this a thing now? Did I miss the memo on foreplay involving a thorough kissing of my hairy legs? Do some guys really like having their calves kissed? I’m clearly not one of them. Or maybe I’m just too drunk to appreciate it.
My mind drifts again—tacos and maybe a Dr. Pepper. I hardly ever drink soda, but man, am I craving one right now.
I pull my hands behind my head and let out a long breath. Now Layla’s massaging my legs, and I’m totally down for that. Hell yeah. Her hands are magic. My limbs relax. I guess I didn’t realize how tightly strung I was. It’s been quite a month.
The hockey season is coming to an end, which means do or die games at every turn. Plus, I just broke up with my girlfriend of six years. We’d been doing the long-distance thing since high school, and it just wasn’t working. I was starting to dislike her, and that made me dislike myself for being with someone I didn’t really like anymore. It’s complicated. When you’ve known someone since kindergarten, you don’t want to get to that point where you dislike them. We have history, and it wasn’t all bad times. It just isn’t right anymore. Still sucks.
Speaking of sucking… or not sucking, as is the current state. My poor underused dick gives up, and I just enjoy the free massage. Layla’s hands are small, but man, she’s got a firm grip, and all the tension slowly leaves my body until I’m putty.
Tacos are really going to hit the spot. That Dr. Pepper, too, because I’m fading. Food and caffeine will be the perfect pick-me-up.
That’s my last thought before Layla’s screech bounces off the walls of my room. “Oh my god!”
My head’s heavy as I lift it from the mattress. She stands in front of me, naked from the waist up and fire in her gaze.
I’m about to ask what’s wrong when my bedroom door flies open. Maverick and Jordan crowd into the doorway, taking in the scene. Their heads volley between us.
“What the hell, guys? Get out.”
Jordan shields his eyes, but neither leaves.
“Is everything okay in here?” Mav asks. “Was that a happy scream, or someone call 911 scream?”
Happy. I think. I look to Layla since she’s the one who screamed. She doesn’t look happy.
“He fell asleep.” She recoils in horror.
It takes me a second to realize she means me. I’m thehein that statement. Fuck. Did I?
They all look to me. I’m still freeballing it. I find my boxers and slip them on, then grab my jeans. I’m hopping around, trying to force them over my thighs as Maverick helps a now crying Layla find her T-shirt and tries to calm her down.
“I’m sorry,” I offer. “I drank too much.”
“Am I that ugly that he fell asleep?” she asks Maverick. His arms wrap around her back, and she buries her face in his chest. Mav gives mewhat the fuckeyes over her shoulder.
I move closer. “No. It isn’t you. I fall asleep all the time.”
“That’s true,” Jordan says. “Yeah. He passes out every single time we watch game film.”
“You’re comparing me to some boring game film?” She sobs harder. I’m not the only one who drank too much. Layla is drunk girl, ugly crying.
I’m speechless, but Jordan is quick with his words. “No way. You’re awesome. You’re gorgeous and fun. Rhett’s the boring one.”
I’d like to object, but if she needs to believe it’s all on me, then I’m okay with that. Dammit. Did I really fall asleep while hooking up? Or almost hooking up? Or getting ready to hook up? I’ll be honest; I have no idea where that was going. I was either getting the best massage of my life or the worst blow job.
She peeks out from under Maverick’s arm to glance at Jordan. “You think I’m gorgeous?”
He nods. “Absolutely.”
Mav eases the girl in my room toward the door. “Jordie, why don’t you take Layla outside. Maybe the fresh air will help.”
She goes willingly, snuggling into Jordan’s side.
I run a hand through my hair and then give my face a few smacks to wake me the fuck up.
