Break, p.34
Break, page 34
Letting her leg go, she keeps it around me and brings the other one up to cross her ankles behind my back, locking me to her. My arms slide around her, cradling her head and neck as I shift and push deeper into her. I memorize every dip and curve of her body, the feel of her surrounding every part of me, and I know I’m already addicted to her.
Her hand strokes up my back, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. This is where I need to be. Completely enveloped in her and I hold still as long as I can, my cock throbbing inside of her and begging for me to move.
Circling my hips against her, I grind myself against her clit and her answering gasp has me thrusting against her. There’s no holding back now as I slide out and then press back in, feeling her clench against me, a low moan rocking through both of us in unison.
Finding her lips again, I fuck her mouth with my tongue. My body matching the rhythm as I work us both into a tangle of limbs, unaware of anything around us. Her cries are like music to my ears, and I thrust into her harder, holding myself back until I feel her come undone around me.
Her eyes find mine again, filled with lust and something bordering on the edge of panic. I can feel her muscles fluttering as she holds on to me tighter, like she doesn’t know what’s happening. Christ, I can almost guarantee she’s never had an orgasm from sex before.
Leaning down, I drag my lips across her face and then nip at her ear. Speaking low without slowing down my movements, I continue to thrust my hips and grind against her clit. “You can let go for me. I’ve got you, my beautiful dove.”
A surge of pride shoots through me as I watch her eyes roll back and she fucking explodes under me. She’s squeezing me so tight through each pulse of her orgasm that I have to grit my teeth to continue to fuck her through it.
It’s her scream of, “Max!” that shatters me, and I feel my balls clench and then release in pulses inside of her.
Burying my face into her neck, my hips continue to pump against her without rhythm and words pour from my lips, unfiltered and unrestrained. “Fuck, Mina. Fuck! My God, you’re fucking perfect. Christ, I’m in love with you.” I continue to murmur my love for her and praise her and tell her how good she made me feel.
What I’ve said doesn’t register as our bodies relax against each other. Keeping myself inside of her, I turn us so we’re laying on our sides. When I hear my words of love echoing in my head, my eyes fly open, only to find her staring up at me with a look of shock and watery eyes.
“Mina,” I choke out, but her beautiful smile spreads across my soul like a beacon guiding a ship home.
“Do… Do you mean it?” she asks tentatively.
There’s no hesitation. I couldn’t lie to her if I tried, and I don’t ever want to take the words back even though I hadn’t even known I was going to say them.
“Fuck yes, I do.” Nervousness riddles me, not knowing if she feels even an iota of what I do.
Pressing her face against my chest, she breathes me in. I can’t stop from pulling her closer and pressing my lips to the top of her head.
“I love you too,” she mumbles into my skin, and I chuckle at how shy and embarrassed she sounds. I want to tease her and ask her to say it again, but we both know I heard her. There’s no way she’s not hearing the rapid beat of my heart and how it picked up when she spoke.
Instead, I stroke my hands over her silky skin and enjoy the moment of just lying here with her.
We stay like this for a while. Eventually, my cock slides out of her, and I shift us so that I’m lying on my back with her curled into my side.
“I’m so fucking happy you’re here,” I whisper into her hair. Her head is laying on my chest with her arm stretched over my waist.
Her face nuzzles into me. “I am too. I wish…” she trails off as she begins to circle the tip of her finger over my stomach in thought.
“What do you wish?” I prod.
The sigh that escapes her has my brows furrowing. “I was going to say that I wish it had been like this always, but I try not to have those kinds of thoughts.”
Her words bring me back to earlier when I was struggling with being thankful she was here, but not wanting her to have gone through all the trauma and abuse for years with Danny.
“Can I tell you something? It’s probably going to sound bad, but I think you’ll understand.”
I feel her head nod, her soft voice reaching my ears. “You can share anything with me.” So, I summon the courage to admit that I’m fucked up in the head.
“I’ve been battling with myself over wishing you had never married Danny, but also knowing that if you hadn’t, you wouldn’t be here now.” I bite my cheek, knowing how that must sound to her.
Mina shifts her body, turning her face to rest her chin on the back of her hand against my chest to look at me. She studies me a moment before asking, “So you’re feeling guilty that you’re happy I’m here, even though it took Danny hurting me for me to get here?”
She sees the answer in my eyes and offers me a smile. Leaning up, her soft lips brush against mine before she pulls back and settles back to where she was. Looking up at me with understanding, she puts into words what I couldn’t.
“The church I went to was one of those doom and gloom, fire and brimstone churches. We were constantly warned off from sinning, to be afraid of spending eternity in agony burning in everlasting flames.” She gives me a weary smile and then laughs without humor.
“It definitely worked on a 9-year-old girl trying to figure out how life works. There was a woman there who helped in the youth room most Sundays who was this sweet little old lady. I had gotten in trouble right before we arrived that morning, and my mother had scolded me outside of the room. After she left me there, I was devastated and in tears. This woman took me to the side of the room and offered her comfort. I spilled my guts on what I had done to upset my parents and then told her, ‘I wish I had just done what they asked, and then this would never have happened.’ I’m certain every child has regrets and dreams about turning back the clock and changing the past.”
I swallow against the knot in my throat, hating that she feels like she needs to comfort me, but her words are like a balm to my soul. She understands me.
“So, while I was crying, she scooped me up and told me we aren’t meant to look at the past. We can’t change it, but it’s what brought us to this moment in our lives. If we spend too long dwelling on what can’t be undone, we’ll miss where we’re headed. Do I wish I had never married Danny? Maybe. But why should I have those regrets? I get to live my life now and there’s a lot left of it. Don’t worry about what happened. You can hate it, but it’s not my life anymore.”
Twisting my body, I turn us so that she’s laying under me once more. Pressing a kiss to her nose and then cheeks, I pull back and smile down at her. “Then I guess I’ll just have you to look forward to.”
Giggling, she blushes and looks away. I don’t let her keep her eyes off me for long, though. My cock is already getting hard again, back between her legs.
Pressing forward, I smirk when her gaze shoots back to me and widens in surprise. “Guess we didn’t need to wait long to get there.”
I drink down her laughter as I kiss her and show her how happy I am to have her future.
Chapter 46
The Thing Rocks!
Vincent
“Rock. Paper. Scissors.”
“Abso-fucking-lutely not!” I hiss at Max, who’s leaning over the counter, smirking at me. “I’ve already got something all planned out!”
“Fair is fair, Vince. Ethan got to take her on her first date. Now, you and I get to duel for the second one.”
Sucking on my bottom lip, I narrow my eyes at him and consider my argument. Max knows when I’ve got it too. I contain my laughter as I watch his smirk fall away, quickly transforming into a frown. Jesus, he’s so easy to rile.
“Well, my friend, let’s discuss why you have zero chances of taking our girl out for her next date,” I say, ignoring his muttering insults. I don’t know what he’s said, but he’s only saying them because he knows I’m fucking right. “First, I’m the nice guy in the group, so sticking her with back-to-back morose motherfuckers is just going to send her packing.”
I laugh at his eyeroll and continue. “Second, and correct me if I’m wrong, but when I came home last night, I may have heard a little something going on upstairs. I’m certain that it was Ethan’s date yesterday, which means you essentially poached her right out from under him. That’s an instant red flag and should immediately put you at the back of the line.”
Max blushes. Holy shit, Maxwell Bennett is standing in front of me and blushing. When he sees me fighting off a grin, he flips me off and says, “Fuck. Off. I didn’t poach her. I’d also make the argument that what happened between us should be the reason I get to take her out next.”
This motherfucker looks proud, but he doesn’t know what hand I’m holding. Shrugging away his counterargument, I tell him, “Maybe. If you hadn’t already had a date with her. Right now, it’s Ethan—one, you—one, and me at a whopping zero. So, logically, it’s my turn. That’s reason three, and to use your original statement. Fair is fair, buddy.”
Max’s arms fall to his sides, and his mouth drops open before he quickly snaps it shut. “How the hell do you figure I’ve taken her out on a date?”
“Is everything okay?” Mina’s sweet voice rings out into the kitchen. Max and I whip our heads around to see her standing in the doorway. Ethan is standing behind her, a look of recrimination.
“They’re fine. Just idiots.” His reassurance doesn’t alleviate any worry from my sweetpea. Glancing down her at body, I see that she’s got her shoes on, and I quickly formulate a plan.
Turning back to Max, I raise a brow and whisper, “Prom.”
I should feel bad when Max’s shoulders slump as he realizes that I’m right. Even though I don’t really think it should count as a date when they went to prom together, they did technically go as dates. She went with him just as a friend and favor so he wouldn’t be alone. But I’ll use it to my advantage today.
Glancing over my shoulder at Mina, I ask, “Got any big plans this morning?”
Shaking her head, still not following what Max and I were discussing, she indicates that she doesn’t. Perfect.
“Wonderful!” Spinning on my heel, I stride toward her and barely slow when I wrap my arms around her and gently hoist her over my shoulder. “We’re going out, sweetpea!”
“Wait,” Ethan says at the same time Max calls out, “Hold up, fucker!”
Sighing, I turn, loving the sound of Mina’s giggling as she hangs over my shoulder, hands bracing herself against my lower back. “Yes?” I ask them as they storm after us.
“You can’t just go out. We have to call the station before we go anywhere. Or did you forget Coop wants extra eyes in public?” Thankfully, Max isn’t going to argue about who gets the next date in front of our girl. Honestly, it doesn’t really matter in the long run. I just wanted to fuck with him. But I do have something planned for her.
“Guys.” I wait until I have both of their attention, then continue. “We’re just going into the backyard. Chill out.”
I leave them to stew, turning back around and heading outside. With Danny missing, I know our options are limited for taking Mina out, but that doesn’t mean we can’t improvise for now.
“What are we going to do?” she asks breathlessly, probably more from the way she’s hanging rather than my romantic gesture.
“Oh, shit! Sorry, sweetheart.” I quickly pull her down and hold her hips until she’s steady on her feet. Then, turning her around, I show her my truck parked in the middle of the yard, the bed facing the back of Max’s detached garage. I let her take in the view before asking, “What do you think?”
Mina cocks her head to the side, trying to figure out why I have a truck in the middle of the yard and nothing else. Stepping around to her side, I look down at her and grin when she narrows her eyes on the black box sitting on the tailgate. “What is that?”
Grabbing her hand, I walk her closer. “It’s a projector. Ever been to a drive-in?”
“Like they used to do back in the fifties? Drive-in movies?”
“Exactly like that. Perfect for snacks, snuggling, and snogging,” I tease, giving her a wink.
Mina’s eyes crinkle when she grins up at me, squinting her eyes against the sun. “Very presumptuous, but I’m excited. I’ve never done anything like this.”
“Well, I’ve got it all set up. There’s a pile of blankets so our butts stay comfortable, pillows, snacks, and the movie is cued. I figured since we were going to do something classy, we could watch a classic movie as well.”
Gripping her around the waist, I help her into the bed and watch as she crawls on hands and knees over to the pillows. Sitting cross-legged, she peeks into the cooler as I push play on the projector, and then propel myself up and step carefully to where she is.
“Stand up for a second.” Holding my hand out, she grabs it and lets me shift her around until I’m behind her. Then, sitting down, I guide her between my legs so she can lean back against my chest. “This is the snuggling part; in case you were curious.”
“Noted. So, what do we have for snacks?” Mina pulls the cooler between her legs and shifts around to get more comfortable on the blankets. Her ass bumps against my lap, and I look up to ignore the contact. It’s not really classy to get an erection within the first five minutes of our date.
Leaning forward, I rest my chin on her shoulder and peer down, pointing out what I’ve packed. “Mainly just finger foods. There are a few different types of sandwiches, grapes, pretzels, cheese, carrots. Nothing fancy, just what I could find in Max’s fridge.”
Mina twists around to face me, her smile filled with affection. “It’s perfect. Thank you for this.”
Inching my face closer, I press my lips to hers. Nothing invasive, but a small kiss to let her know that I don’t want to hold back from her. “My pleasure. Now, how do you feel about terrible, scary movies?”
Her head falls back, laughing. “Please tell me that you picked The Thing.”
Winking, I move the cooler to our sides, wrap an arm around her stomach and encourage her to lean back against me once more. “Fucking nailed it.”
Mina and I spend the next thirty minutes joking about the movie and eating the food I’ve packed. I swear, I’ve had her laughing the entire time, her back shaking with each comment I make over the ridiculousness of the movie. She even mimics the women with their fake damsel-in-distress crying.
It’s not long before the two of us have shifted to lie back against the pillows. My arm is wrapped around her as we continue our ongoing commentary.
“I wonder how miserable that guy was in that costume. I bet it smelled horrendous. Do you think they paid him well?” she muses.
I press my nose against her head, and I inhale. Completely distracted by her scent, I miss her question entirely. Only when she drops her head back to look up at me, displacing my nose, do I realize she asked me something.
Giggling softly, she asks, “You doing okay there?”
Sliding down further, I bring my face more level with hers, ignoring the movie, entirely focused on the woman in front of me. “I’m doing fantastic. You?”
“Mhmm,” she hums, nodding quickly.
Pinching a stray strand of hair from her cheek, I tuck it behind her ear, never taking my eyes off her. “So, sweetpea, we’ve done the snacking and snuggling. You can’t do a drive-in without a little making out.”
Poking me gently in the chest, she teases, “Snogging you mean. Gotta stick with the alliteration theme you’ve set up for us.”
Pushing up and leaning over her, I cover her mouth with mine, loving the soft sigh that escapes her when we connect. I love the slight taste of salt on her tongue when I slide mine against it. She’s like the perfect mix of savory and sweet, forcing me to dive in further for more of a taste.
We stay locked together for some time, lying on our sides as our arms wrap around each other, until I hear the credits of the movie.
Without pulling her lips away, Mina looks up at me and murmurs, “The movie is done.”
“It is,” I say, my lips brushing over hers. “Want to stay out here for a while longer?”
She answers by pressing her body into mine more firmly, our lips picking up in speed once more. A new feeling of affection and intimacy rushes through me when I feel her fingertips stroke down the side of my cheek. I’ve been with women before, but I’ve never experienced someone touch me in a reverent way like this before. It’s addictive, and I want more of her.
Cupping the side of her face, I guide her to lean back. Lifting myself, I hover over her for a moment and take her in. There doesn’t seem to be any hesitation on her face and no worry over what we’re doing. Stroking my thumb across her cheek, I run it along her jaw and then press on the pillow of her bottom lip.
When she feels me push down her lip, her mouth opens slightly. My eyes flick back and forth between her lips and her eyes until they stay locked on her gaze. My cock was already perked up, ready for whatever was about to happen, but as I dip my thumb into her mouth, she accepts it. There’s a heavy answering pulse, starting at my fingers and radiating throughout the rest of my body.
Her tongue dances on the pad of my finger, testing the feel, all while she keeps her eyes locked on me. I push it in further just an inch before pulling out and using it to grip her chin, opening her mouth wider for me.
This time, when I press my lips to hers, there’s a new sense of urgency between both of us. Moving this from just making out to something more, something deeper.
“Vincent,” she breathes out, then pulls away from me.
Quirking my lip, I mimic her. “Mina.”
Chuckling, she shakes her head at me. “I thought maybe I should… well, that you should know…” Her words trail off like she’s uncomfortable. I have a feeling I know what she wants to say.
