Page 80 of The Hearts We've Broken
He was rough and soft at the same time.
Dominant, yet I knew if I said the word, I’d be in control. He’d be at my mercy if I wanted him to be.
In the beginning, I worried that he’d be the type of guy who was only concerned about his own needs. His playboy reputation gave me the impression that he’d get what he needed and not focus on his partner, but I was wrong. If anything, he got off on my satisfaction, making sure I got what I needed, even if it meant his release was put on hold.
Mikey flipped me over, bringing me out of my thoughts as he lifted my body so I was on my hands and knees. He did his best to kneel behind me, entering from behind.
“I’m close, Juniper.” He gasped, gripping my hips. His pace quickened, and soon I was on the brink of my orgasm, crying out his name.
My pussy clenched around him, and a tremor moved through my body as I saw stars. Mikey’s cock twitched as he spilled inside me, and he brought his mouth down to my shoulder, his teeth applying the lightest bit of pressure.
“You.” He kissed the spot he had bitten. “Are.” His lips found the nape of my neck. “My.” My head turned toward him, and he murmured against my lips, “Undoing.”
There was no going back. I’d completely fallen off the ledge, plunging into the feelings I was scared to admit aloud.
I was falling for Mikey Tucker.
And there was no way this would end well.
I sat on the couch in Natalie’s living room, leisurely scrolling job search sites. Most of them were going to be out of my level of experience, but it didn’t hurt to look.
The biggest issue I had was most of the jobs that would hire me were out of state. I knew my original plan was always to leave Montana once I got a better footing and was able to find a job, regardless of where that career took me.
However, over the past couple months, I’d found a sense of place here. I’d made friendships that would be hard to leave behind, and Mikey and I had grown closer. We hadn’t talked about our arrangement, but things were starting to feel more real than fake lately.
I knew better now than to sacrifice my goals and future for a man. I’d been there and done that before. But I couldn’t deny that Mikey and his friends were now a factor in my search.
For a while, I scrolled mindlessly, not really looking too deeply into the listings. I stifled a yawn, not wanting to fall asleep on the couch before my shift, but I was exhausted. The weekend festivities had sucked the energy out of me.
I nearly missed it, but my eyes caught on the job title and description. The wordsresearch assistant,biotechnology, andcancer researchstuck out to me, and I skimmed the rest of the listing. The position fit my education and experience perfectly, going as far to say it was designed for a recent college graduate. The only experience needed was working in academic research labs, techniques we were taught inschool, and familiarity with software that I used in my daily studies.
The kicker? The job was located in Minnesota.
Honestly, the location was ideal. It was close to my home state of Michigan, without being too close, and the weather was similar to what I was already used to here in Montana and back at home. But it would require me to pack up my life and start over once again.
I spent a few minutes staring at my computer screen, hovering my mouse over the “Apply Now” button then moving it all the way over to the other side of the screen, and again, and again, and again.
“Ugh!” I let out an exaggerated groan.
Natalie stepped out of the bathroom in the world’s most inconvenient, or perhaps most perfect, timing. “Whoa, what’s going on?” She quickly sat on the couch next to me. “You found a job?”
“Kind of.” I sighed, closing the laptop. “It’s just…”
She tilted her head in confusion. “Just what?”
“It’s in Minnesota.”
“Okay…”
I didn’t think she understood my hesitation.
“Well, I—” My throat made anuhsound as I paused. “I’m thinking of staying?”
“Here?”
“Montana, yes.”
She furrowed her brows but quickly righted them, as though she was trying not to look disappointed. “Are you doing this because of?—”
