Page 74 of Breaking the Rules
“God, yes!”
He did on one violent thrust. Pushing off of the arm of the sofa with his foot, Xavier powered into her.
She screamed out his name. She hadn’t been prepared. He hadn’t worked to soften her up to accept him, but it didn’t matter because they were finally one.
“I’m inside you Waverly, and I won’t tolerate you lying to me.” He didn’t pull out, just stayed sheathed to the hilt inside her taut channel. She flexed her hips, trying to find a millimeter of space inside. But he’d claimed it all, and he wasn’t moving.
“It’s not my secret to tell,” she gasped.
They were both sweating, him with the effort to hold back and Waverly with the fight to chase down her release.
“Look at me,” he ordered her on a ragged breath. She opened her eyes and took him in. He was struggling, fighting the primitive urge to mate. But behind that was hurt, and she couldn’t stand to see that. The man who made it his life’s work to protect those he loved couldn’t understand when the women in his life turned their back on that protection. She brought a hand to his face.
“Tell me my sister isn’t a hacker, and you didn’t willingly drag her into this clusterfuck,” Xavier gritted out.
“I’m sorry, X. I’m sorry,” Waverly panted. “She didn’t want you to worry.”
He swore ripely, but her confession was enough to have him giving in.
“Hang on to me, and don’t let go.” The words snapped out in a command.
The second her hands gripped his shoulders, he let his control snap. He pulled out of her and slammed back in, riding her hard and without finesse. It didn’t matter. Waverly was already coming. It was a fast, brutal orgasm that slammed into her and detonated throughout her entire body. He groaned as she came, clutching and bucking against him. She sobbed as he finally gave her what she needed.
Xavier’s shout of triumph echoed in her ear as he poured himself into her. His thrusts continued wildly until he was empty, and she was full with everything he had to give.
They lay there, joined, crushed, decimated for long minutes. Heartbeat to heartbeat.
“What was that?” Waverly asked, her voice muffled against Xavier’s shoulder.
“Angry sex,” he said, lips moving against her tangle of hair.
“Think we’ll ever get to make-up sex?” she wondered.
“Maybe in a couple of years.”
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As she washed out her teacup, Waverly could hear him on the phone and took his low voice as a good sign. The shouting had only taken a few minutes, and knowing Chelsea, she’d given as good as she’d gotten.
They’d showered after he’d tortured her with his body into confessing. And then he’d excused himself to her study to call his sister. Waverly was relieved the secret was out and had confidence that Chelsea would talk him down. But Xavier was still hurt, and that hurt her.
Calla’s words from that afternoon echoed in her head.
Xavier showed his love by protecting, defending, and when that was rejected, he felt like it was his love that was being spurned. Waverly felt guilty. It’s what she’d been doing since the beginning of their relationship.
As angry as she had been with Xavier, she didn’t mean to hurt him like that. He had to have felt rattled, first learning her news last night and then discovering his sister’s secret today. There was only so much a man could take before he broke.
Maybe she could at least help ease his stress. After all, she was the cause of most of it.
She poked through the fridge and pantry and fired off a quick text to Marisol and Louie thanking them for taking charge of restocking everything. There was no time to whip up Xavier’s favorite pot roast, but a nice pasta dish with fresh garlic bread? That she could handle.
She started the creamy sauce and set the water to boil. With the French bread buttered and dotted with garlic and a light layer of mozzarella, she slid it into the oven.
They’d forgo the dining table and instead keep it cozy and relaxed in front of the fireplace, Waverly decided.
She added a handful of spinach to the sauce for the illusion of health and sliced a dozen cherry tomatoes in half and froze. Was this how she showed her love? By caretaking? By anticipating needs? Had she and Xavier been showing how much they loved each other the entire time?
By the time Xavier wandered out of her office and into the great room, she was plating up pasta and bread into shallow bowls. She pointed at the beer she’d opened for him on the island.
