Breakaway (Pro-U #1) (11 page)

Aubrey

"Unbelievable," I grumbled under my breath as I glanced down at the torn strap to my top. William was an asshole that needed to be beaten to a pulp by someone, namely my brother. Why Jayce hadn't taken him out back and put a hurting on him was beyond me. "Because he was drunk too."

The sound of a motorcycle behind me caused my heartbeat to quicken. Seeing Lucas hadn't helped the situation much seeing that I was on the edge of tears. William hadn't hurt me, but his pawing at me had gone from manageable to rough far too fast.

"Aubrey," Lucas called out above the roar of the motorcycle as he moved into the parking lot to my left.

I turned and let out a sigh. "What? I really don't think it's a good time right now. I just want to take a shower and crawl in my bed."

He turned off the bike and got off of it, heading my way. "Come with me. Let me take you for a ride. It will calm you down. We can find someplace to grab a Coke and talk about what happened."

The need to belong to him plummeted me, much harder than ever before. I turned and looked out across the campus as I worked on slowing my pulse and stifling the need to cry. I hated being emotional, and doing so in front of him was even worse.

"Did he hurt you?" Lucas’ voice was soft, but deep. Deadly.

"No," I whispered and turned back to him. "Tonight’s not a good night. I need to be by myself, all right?"

"I don't like the sound of that." He slid his strong hands over my shoulders. "He did something that has you almost in tears, or did someone else upset you."

The doors to the auditorium opened and people started to spill out of them and head our way.

"Shit. Was there an event tonight?" I glanced over at his bike.

"A play, I think. Come on. Let me get you out of here." He grabbed my hand and turned, not waiting to hear if I was in agreement or not. The fact that he was so damn direct left me wanting him more. He didn't have to ask for anything. He was confident enough to just take it.

Take me? Take me back to your place and make love to me.

I got on the back of his bike and refused the helmet. "I don't want it. Just be careful. I want to feel the wind in my hair."

"Crazy girl." He reattached it and pulled out onto a small side street as I wrapped my arms around him and pressed my cheek to his strong back. The thick muscles that ran on either side of his spine flexed as I ran my lips over them, wanting him so fucking bad that I was willing to give up and give in regardless of what I got in return.

The soft thumping of his heartbeat increased with mine as I slid my hands over his thighs, dragging my nails up until I cupped his package loosely.

He growled and turned the bike to the left, but I was lost to needing to feel him against me. I didn't care where he took me.

I should have never got on the bike.

His hand cupped mine and worked to stroke his thick arousal through his jeans as we moved through the dark side streets of the campus.

The slow tick deep between my thighs was violent now, demanding me to throw caution to the wind and give him anything he wanted. It was the fucked up emotions of dealing with Will and trying to help my brother all at the same time. It was compounded with the devastation over my last conversation with him. He was struggling with whether to take a step toward a relationship with me, but tonight I didn't need a relationship. I needed pleasure. Release.

He stopped the bike and turned to me, taking in a shaky breath. "Be careful getting off."

I nodded and got off as he parked the bike and turned it off. He took my hand and walked us toward his apartment without another word.

Fear and lust danced in the center of my stomach, swirling beautifully in a way I'd never experienced before. Soft pants left me as I tried to keep up with his pace.

He stopped by the door to his apartment and looked over at me with hunger in his eyes. "Fuck, you're so damn beautiful."

His keys dropped, and he reached for me, pulling me in front of him and pressing me to the door as he consumed my mouth. His hands raced over my sides and cupped my butt, squeezing hard as he kissed his way down my neck. The strong press of his body against mine was almost too much, and I was drunk on the way it felt to be manhandled by an alpha like Lucas White.

"Inside. Get us inside." I ran my hands over his strong back and lifted one leg to wrap it around his hip. I needed to feel him pressed to my center, grinding against me as if he were frantic to bury himself inside of me.

"Yeah. Inside." He moved back up to my mouth and slid his hands up to my hips before stepping back. "Inside."

I nodded and leaned down to get the keys only to have him run his fingers through my hair and grip it tightly.

"I need you," he whispered roughly as I moved into his arms for another long kiss.

"Just a minute." I pushed at his chest and turned to fumble with the keys myself. Every part of me was alive with desire for the sexy bastard behind me. I pressed the key in the lock as a groan ripped from my chest. He had moved up behind me and cupped my breasts as he bit and sucked at the side of my neck.

"Get us the fuck inside, Aubrey, or I'm taking you right here."

"We're in." I pushed the door open and stumbled into the place.

He slammed the door behind him and pulled off his t-shirt before crashing into me and picking me up off my feet.

"Tell me to stop now. This is your only chance." He lifted me up and walked us to the bedroom, burying his face in the top of my blouse and kissing the tops of my breasts as I wrapped my legs around him.

"No. Don't stop. Please."

"Good girl." He licked up to my neck and moved to the bed, laying me down and reaching down to work on my jeans. "No one hurt you tonight, right?"

"No. Shut the fuck up about it." I wiggled out of my jeans and worked on my top as he sunk down on his knees at the base of the bed and pressed his mouth over the wetness soaking my pink panties.

"You smell so damn good. Like you knew I was coming for you tonight." He jerked my panties to the side and lapped at my center before moving back and tugging my panties off. "Bend your knees and lay them open. Give me what I want."

I cried out again as he leaned back over and pressed his mouth over my mound as his hands held my legs up and open wide for him. I sunk my fingers into his hair and rolled my hips to work against him in a slow rhythmic movement.

"I wanna taste you," I mumbled softly, trying to clear the dizziness that spun all around me. "Let me taste you too."

He glanced up. "Now or in a minute, baby?"

"Now." I moved up the bed and got on my knees as he stood up and worked on his jeans.

Reaching behind me, I unclasped my bra and watched in awe as he stripped down, leaving his beautiful body on full display for me. Never in a million years had I seen anything so delicious. His dark skin was smooth and tight over thick muscles that ran down his chest and bunched at his stomach. His cock was thick and stood proud, the tip glistening as if to taunt me further.

"Lay down." I pointed to the bed beside me and moved over as he crawled up slowly, watching me like a predator might his prey.

"I've been waiting for three years to see how you looked under your clothes. It was well worth the wait. Get up here and fuck me." He lay down and reached for me, gripping my legs and pulling me on top of him. I faced his feet with my breasts pressed to his stomach as he slid his hands up the back of my legs and cupped my ass. "So fucking hot, Aubrey."

I cried out as he pulled me down and pressed his mouth back to the center of my need, licking and sucking like he was dying of thirst and I was the only thing capable of quenching him.

His cock bounced subtly, and I ran my hand down the full length of it, thrilled by how thick it was. I leaned over and brushed my tongue down his shaft before gripping him tightly and taking as much as I could into my mouth.

His groan left me undulating my hips and rocking against him harder. Everything about him left me drowning with the need for carnality.

I worked him until he gripped my ass tightly and came up for air.

"Slow down. Slow down, baby." He moved back up and pressed his tongue to my center, flicking his tongue across my clit and sending me into orgasm.

I cried out as I pressed my mouth to him again and worked him hard. It only took a few minutes and he joined me in ecstasy. We continued to lick and suck at each other until I collapsed on top of him in a shaky mess.

"Damn, Aubrey. You're too much, baby." He ran his hands over my ass to pet my sex. "Your pussy's so beautiful, baby. I want more."

"No." I moved into a sitting position on his chest with my ass still facing him and glanced down at him. "No more of that."

He chuckled and pulled me down beside him, snuggling up to my back and cupping my breasts. "You promise that Will didn't hurt you? I'll kill that mother fucker."

I reached back and ran my hand over this thick thigh as the high started to subside. "I promise. He's just a lost soul."

"I think I might be too." He leaned down and kissed up the long line of my neck. "Stay with me for a few more minutes and then I can take you home."

"Yeah, okay." I tugged the covers up and settled down beside him as my body purred with pleasure. I wanted more, but maybe it was better that we'd stopped where we did. Feeling him inside of me was something I wasn't sure I could get over when he left. The fact that he didn't want me to sleep next to him nagged at me, but it was an insecurity that I could deal with later. I wasn't willing to ruin the moment over it.

Aubrey

"No you did not." Layla turned in her bed and let out a squeal as I laughed.

"We didn't fuck, well, not really. It was just oral sex." I licked at my lips and rolled over on my back, letting the memory of the night before swell inside of me. "I wanted to make love."

"Wait. Make love or fuck? We're talking two totally different things." Layla got up and pushed at my shoulder before crawling under my covers with me.

I turned to face her and laughed again. "It was fucking I think, but we would make love good together too."

"Like crazy tear-down-the-wallpaper fucking?" Her eyes widened and she giggled.

"Exactly. We made out for a good five minutes on the walkway in front of his door." I groaned and closed my eyes. "I'm so in love with him. He's going to destroy me, isn't he?"

"No. He's not." She tugged at a wild strand of my hair, and I opened my eyes. "He's going to be the one. I told you this already."

"Why doesn't it feel like something is beginning then? I feels more like the closure of a chapter than the beginning of a book." I rolled back onto my back. "He's leaving in three months, or sooner, if they can get him to Washington."

"Why Washington?" She curled up against my side and moved her head to lay on my shoulder.

"The Caps want him." I pressed my cheek to her forehead and let out a shaky sigh. "I'm scared. I shouldn't have gone to his apartment with him, and yet I can't wait to go again."

"I don't think you have anything to be scared about, Aubrey. You're over thinking this. Use your heart this time and not your head." She tapped my head and sat up as someone knocked at the door to our dorm room. "You expecting someone?"

"No." I pulled the covers up to my neck and rolled back onto my side as I tried to work through my next steps with Lucas. Did I act casual as if nothing had happened the night before? Did I treat him like I would a boyfriend and slip into his arms the next time I saw him in public? Maybe just waiting for him to react would be better. It seemed the more prudent thing to do.

"Hey Layla." My brother's voice surprised me.

I sat up and turned toward the door, smiling at the way my brother watched Layla jog back to her bed and get under the covers. Seems I wasn't the only one with a hard-core crush.

"What's up?" I patted the bed beside me and scooted over.

He sat down on the edge of it and brushed his hand over his face. "Everything. Nothing. I'm just tired of drama bullshit to be honest."

"You're in college, handsome. Bullshit drama is what we do best." Layla pulled her covers up and turned to face us from her bed. "Something in particular upsetting you?"

"Several things, but the one I plan on figuring out today has to do with my sister." He turned his gaze back on me and patted my leg. "Get up and let’s go to breakfast. My treat. I need my counselor, and you're it."

"Oh yeah?" I moved to the edge of the bed and nodded toward the door. "Wait out there unless you want another awkward moment like we had at mom's the other day."

"Yes. Let's never do that again, all right?" He got up and walked to the door, pausing briefly to smile at Layla. "Enjoy your day."

"You too, handsome." She waved and waited until he closed the door to jolt up. "I seriously would make sweet love to your brother, you know."

"Stop it!" I picked up a couch cushion and chucked it at her. "I haven't eaten yet today, and I still want to vomit all over the place."

"You know what I mean. He's so fucking hot." She dropped back in her bed and started to hump the mattress dramatically.

"You hate me. I know you do." I walked to the closet and changed into a t-shirt dress that was less revealing than the ones Layla usually wore. I pulled my hair into a ponytail and slipped on a pair of sandals, ignoring my internal warning to cover my feet.

"I love you. Both of you. Just in very, very different ways." She chucked the cushion back at me as I walked to the door.

"I'll bring you my leftover pancakes."

"Yes! And get extra butter for me." She sat up and smiled. "And don't tell your brother about sucking Lucas off. He'll not appreciate that."

I flipped her off and walked out into the hall to find my brother waiting for me.

"Layla okay with not coming this time?" He ran his fingers through his dark hair as he moved from the wall he was leaning against.

"Yeah. She's not ready to get dressed just yet. She has afternoon classes today anyway." I extended my hand. "Let me drive the 'stang?"

"Yeah, sure." He dug the keys from his pocket and dropped them in my hand.

I looked up as we moved to our side of the car and took a good look at him as worry sprouted in my belly. The circles under his eyes were much darker than I'd seen in the last few weeks. Stress. My brother was always stressed about something.

I got into the car and started it before giving him my attention. "Talk. Something has you upset. What is it?"

"I'm not upset really. Just concerned about a lot of things."

"You always are, Jayce. You know you can't protect the entire world from living."

"I'm not concerned about the
world
. I'm concerned about you." He reached over and tugged at my ponytail. "I know you're four minutes older, but I have this weird older brother thing inside of me that wants to make sure you never get hurt. Sue me, okay?"

"And what would I gain by suing you? You got some money hidden away that I don't know about?" I smiled and pulled the car out of the parking lot.

"I wish. Let's go to Barney's for breakfast. I feel like pancakes."

"Sounds good to me." I turned the heater on and slipped my sandals off as we sat at a red light in silence. "Why are you so worried about me?"

"Because, Aubrey. I know Lucas White, and where he's one of the best guys here on campus, he's still a guy. He's got a shit ton of hang-ups from his brother’s suicide and he's leaving here in three months for the pros. That type of career means women are going to be throwing themselves at him. Do you really think-"

"Suicide?" The air escaped from my lungs as my heart contracted in my chest.

"Yes. Suicide. The light is green. Go."

I hit the gas as I tried to process Lucas' story from a few days before. "I thought his brother OD'd."

"He did, but it was on purpose. The Ice Queens are a result of his brother’s death, which is fucked up if you ask me."

"Lucas mentioned that, but I didn't really understand how the two matched up." I turned into the parking lot of our favorite diner and parked the car. "Explain it to me please."

"From what I heard, when Bret killed himself, it was over a stupid girl, and the guys on the team wanted to honor him, so they decided that none of them would date for the rest of the year. It was a 'fuck women' stance. Weird, I know." Jayce reached for the door and got out.

I did as well and walked to the front of the car as a dark sadness settled over me.

"So instead of dating, they took applications for their own whore core or group of chicks that would put out for them and be groupies, I guess. As fucked up as that is, it stuck." Jayce opened the door and moved back.

I walked in and held up two fingers for the hostess.

"So part of Lucas not dating anyone has to do with that, and part of it is that he's just off up here." My brother tapped the side of his head. "You would be too if you had to hold me while I died violently in your arms. Hell, I'm traumatized by it, and I just know the stories."

"Lucas doesn't seem off at all." I sat down across from my brother and tried hard to keep from being too defensive. "He told me a little about it, and of course it was hard to talk about, but off isn't the word I would use. Depressed? Sad? Devastated? Yes. Off? No."

"It was nine years ago. The anniversary is coming up soon. I think the fact that he's living in his brother's shadow
still
after nine years is rather telling that something is off." He pulled the menu toward him. "I don't want you dating him."

"I'm not dating him, but let’s get something straight, mister." I tugged the menu away and narrowed my eyes on him. "I'll date who the fuck I want to."

"Did he tell you that he was the one that figured out it was a suicide? That his brother left him a note begging him not to fall in love because it would ruin him forever? Did he tell you that part or is that irrelevant to you guys?" The expression on my brother's face drove fear deep inside of me. "He's not going to love you. He won't let himself. Hear me right here and now. Lucas White is not the man for you, Aubrey. He's a lost soul. A loner. Okay?"

I nodded as tears filled my eyes. I understood all too clearly now why he was so withdrawn, but there were still too many holes in the story to close the door on hope.

If Lucas really was a lost soul, then I could only come to one conclusion.

I would go and find him. Save him. Heal him and make him whole again.

Even if it meant getting lost myself.