Unbreak My Heart (29 page)

When he reached my hips, his grip tightened. He ended the panty-drenching, body-shaking-soul kiss, but kept his lips on mine when he said, “Turn around.”

I gasped when my bare chest connected with the cool glass. My nipples hardened when Boone’s strong grip on my wrists forced my arms up higher.

“Brace yourself,” he murmured in my ear.

He shimmied my skirt up until the fabric bunched around my waist.

I groaned when my butt cheeks met the hard bones of his hips and his thick cock pressed against the crack of my ass.

Two fingers traced the cleft and he pulled the thin fabric of my thong aside.

Boone brushed my hair over my shoulder and placed a surprisingly soft kiss on the sweep of my shoulder. “Spread your legs.”

As soon as I did that, he started to stroke me with one long finger, from the wetness pouring from my opening to my clit.

“You like this.”

“I like everything you do to me.”

He scraped his teeth down the back of my neck with the same rhythm he stroked my clit. “Tell me what’ll make you come.”

“Shoving your cock into me would do it.”

“Mmm.”

That small
mmm
reverberated from the back of my neck all the way down to my tailbone.

I thought Boone would torture me with the mad skills of his fingers until I came, but he held me open and impaled me in one hard, fast, thorough thrust with that magnificent cock. “Yes. God. More. Please.”

“Give me your neck,” he demanded.

From our first intimate encounter he’d discovered that hot spot and exploited it shamelessly with his hungry, sucking mouth.

Thrashing beneath him, my mind hazy from pleasure, my body teetered on the brink of orgasm. He rested his hand between my hipbones to hold me in place as he fucked me, but that hand position also allowed his thumb to apply constant friction on my clit.

“Come for me and I’ll give it to you harder,” he murmured, his deep voice a rumble against the sensitive skin of my neck.

I was so wet his thumb slid around in the slipperiness, forcing him to adjust his hand and use his fingers to pinch that swollen bundle of nerves.

Pinch.

Teeth on my neck.

Cock driving into me.

I only lasted about three rounds before that coiled tension unspooled. I gasped with each hard throb; my fingers squeaked against the glass as I tried to hold on to some reality before bliss sucked me under.

My pussy spasmed around the thick intrusion of his cock and Boone hissed in my ear, “Jesus, Sierra. Fuck, fuck, fuck. So good.”

He hammered into me. Grunting, growling deliciously dirty words I only half-heard through the veil of pleasure still surrounding me.

When Boone started to come, I shook myself out of my sexual stupor to watch him in the glass, such fierce masculine beauty undone…by me.

I almost came again just from that.

In the aftermath, he buried his face in my hair. He wrapped his arms around me, giving my arms a rest. His chest heaved against my back. His body shook.

When his breathing leveled out, I turned my head and brushed my hand down the side of his face. “Hi.”

He groaned. “Fuck. I’m such an animal when it comes to you. I didn’t even say ‘Hello, baby, how was your day?’ I just—”

“Made me wet, made me ache, made me come like a banshee and made me feel like the most powerful woman in the world? Yep. That about covers it. And you’ll never ever hear me complain about that, West.” I wrapped my arms around his arms wrapped around me. “Don’t apologize. This explosion of need is part of who we are to each other and what we are together. It’s hot, it’s sexy, it’s overwhelming. It’s also new and fresh and just so tempting that we can fuck each other stupid, or hard, or sweetly anytime we want.”

“Thank you.” Boone planted an openmouthed kiss behind my ear. “It’s your own fault for being sex in a business suit and heels.”

I laughed softly.

He straightened my clothing before he fixed his own. Then he hugged me and smooched my lips with a chaste kiss. “So, baby, how was your day?”

“I
’m old.”

Raj looked at me like
WTF dude?

“I’d rather turn a Taser on myself than go out tonight. I just want—”

“To go home and cuddle up with your pookie-bear?”

“Fuck you. Just because you call Lucinda pookie-bear doesn’t mean I have a stupid pet name for Sierra.”

“I’m way more creative than pookie-bear as a pet name for my sweet Lucinda.”

“Which means your pet name for her is something worse than pookie-bear.”

“My pet name for her is fucking awesome.”

“Then share it.”

“This name doesn’t leave this car, or I will put you in fucking traction, feel me?”

My buddy—such a damn drama queen. “I feel ya. Hit me with it.”

Raj smirked. “I call her sugar snatch.”

“She lets you call her that?”

“Better than my first attempt…honey dripper. Don’t need to crack the K-Y with her, if you know what I’m saying.”

“Jesus.”

He laughed. “So why you wanna be a pussy and skip the fun shit?”

I scrubbed my hands over my face. “Because I’d rather shower and veg in a quiet place for a few hours. It’s been a loud day. A college pool hall ain’t gonna let my mind rest and reset.” I stared out the window at the city lights. It’d been a crap day and I’d be happy to see the ass end of it.

“Hey. You weren’t the only one who failed. Both Jenkins and Abele did too. So climb off the pity train, man. New place, new rules. We’ve been in this position before. Several times.”

“I get that. I appreciate the Raj
rah-rahs
. It just felt different.”

“Jenkins and Abele don’t have dyslexia as an excuse. They just flat-out fucked up. Way worse than you did.”

Dyslexia as an excuse.

Fuck that. I never used it to explain away something dumb that I’d done. I hated that my fucked-up way of learning was a disability. A fucking handicap.

It’s a flaw—an unfixable one at that.

Closing my eyes, I dropped my right hand between the seat and the door, making a fist, squeezing it so tight my forearm started to ache. “Drinking in a college dive bar…I can’t believe I let my cousins talk me into this.”

“Ah, that’s part of where this ‘I’m old’ crap is coming from. We’re not that much older than them.”

“I feel years older.”

“Well, dude, you’re acting like a grumpy old man, so knock that shit off. Sierra’s coming, right?”

“After she gets done at work.” Maybe she’d change into those skinny jeans that made me wanna bite that ass of hers. Then again it’d be pure fucking torture to watch her bent over a pool table all goddamned night. Not to mention, if other guys were eyeballing her ass? I’d start blackening those eyes.

“What the hell, West? You’re growling like a junkyard dog over there.”

I loosened my fists—because both of them were clenched. “You ever known me to get into a bar fight just for kicks?”

“No. Why?”

“I’ve never been a ‘back off, asshole’ type when some random dude looks at or flirts with a chick I’m with.”

Raj squinted at me. “I don’t remember the last chick you were with at a bar.”

“That’s what I’m saying. I never cared before. But it’ll be a whole different story with Sierra. I won’t handle it well. College bars? Worse than military bars for being a fucking meat market.”

“I’ve seen you leave with hookups, but this ‘my girlfriend’ shit is new. No wonder you’re freaked out. Lemme think on it.”

Raj tapped his thumbs on the steering wheel, which was his only annoying characteristic, so I ignored it.

“We’ll use the FPCON security alert scale. Normal level—guys looking at her. She’s hot, West, they’re gonna look. Let them. You do not engage. Got it?”

“Can I give them an ‘I’ll rip out your fucking eyes and shove them up your ass’ glare?”

“Negative. That’s engaging. Level Alpha—a dude talks to and flirts with her? Issue a verbal warning. If he still attempts to get her attention knowing she’s with you? You can move up to Bravo level and engage.”

“Just thinking about this is pushing me to level Charlie.” I inhaled. “I’m full-on Delta level if any guy touches her.”

The pool hall was a dive and interchangeable with a dozen others I’d been in over the years. The McKay-kateers had scored two tables in the back. Raj and I went to the bar and ordered a pitcher and five glasses. We weren’t carded, which explained why my cousins already had a pitcher on the table.

“Hey,” Hayden said.

I introduced Raj and then poured us two cups of beer.

“So how long have you guys been hanging out at this place?” I asked.

“Just since the start of the year.” Anton lifted his glass. “After we discovered the cheap beer.”

“A skill all college students require,” Hayden said.

“What did you find out about classes?” Kyler asked me.

“Nothing new. We started clinicals today, so we’re working with our preceptor.”

Anton asked Raj, “How often do you have to go back to base?”

“Right now? Every four weeks for three days of active duty. We can stretch that out to every six weeks when we’re in school.”

“Then again, they could call us back tomorrow and demand a week’s duty,” I said.

“We’ll be racking up those frequent flyer miles the next two years,” Raj said. “Or racking up highway miles. It sucks ass bein’ stuck on base without a vehicle.”

“You’re both career military?” Anton asked.

Raj nodded. “Didn’t plan on it when I enlisted. But now I can’t imagine another way of life.”

“My dad was career military until he lost his leg after a combat mission,” Anton said. “He’s a cop now. But he told me he’d still be in if he had all of his parts.” He gulped a mouthful of beer. “I’m considering ROTC. Been thinking about it since the end of last year.”

Kyler and Hayden were both too dumbfounded to speak. Which I figured was a blessing because they’d probably say some dumb shit to Anton.

“If you’re serious,” Raj said to him, “come talk to me. I’ve got a buddy who’s not a recruiter around here so he doesn’t have a quota to meet. He catches heat for his honesty, ’cause he knows military life ain’t for everyone, but he’s a good guy to talk to.”

“I appreciate that, Raj.” Anton pointed at his cousins. “Not a fucking word outta either of you. I’m trusting that this stays right here, between us.”

“Jesus, Anton, you don’t even have to ask us,” Kyler grumbled.

“Or exact a pinkie promise,” Hayden said.

Anton said, “You’re a jackass,” to Hayden, but he said it with a smile.

Then all eyes zoomed to me. “What?”

“Sierra can’t know either.”

I raised an eyebrow. “I’m on year seven of my military service. I know how to keep my mouth shut.”

Kyler eyed the pitcher with regret. “I’m wishing I could get shitfaced right about now.”

“Let’s play pool,” Hayden suggested.

I followed them and leaned against the wall to watch.

Ky dropped in two solids and scratched on his third shot.

“You seem on edge. What’s up?”

“Sick of all the bullshit that goes along with bein’ a football player.”

“Anton is tired of the drama with the rodeo team,” Hayden said. “And my peer groups are already making schedules and assigning study groups for fucking midterms. I’m taking twenty credit hours. I don’t need the extra pressure.”

Bad attitudes all around. I questioned why I was here. I wasn’t imagining Ky and Hayden sending Raj dark looks as if he’d become the enemy. I pulled out my phone and texted Sierra.

Me:
This sucks. Don’t plan to stay long.

SM:
I’ve had a
ᾤ
day and just want to go home
 

I smiled that she used the shit emoji rather than the word.

Me:
U done?

SM:
In the car. Be there in ten.

I could deal with this for ten more minutes.

My phone rang
with my sister’s name on the caller ID. Never good news when she called me. “Oakley? What’s up?”

“Mom is high again and she’s drunk. She forgot to pay the electric bill so the power company cut the power sometime after I went to school. Now it’s dark out here, like really dark, and I’m hungry and with no power I can’t cook anything. Plus, I have a calc test tomorrow. Am I supposed to study by candlelight?”