Broken (Breaking the Rules) (19 page)

When I stepped out of the building and saw Jackson’s car, I quickly made my way down the sidewalk and away from it in case he was inside. I would just catch a cab at the next intersection.

Footsteps sounded behind me before I could get very far. “Andi, wait!” Jackson’s voice shouted from behind me.

Ignoring him, I kept walking speedily away. His arm suddenly snaked around my middle and stopped me in my tracks. He put his nose to the back of my head and inhaled.

“Get in the car, please.”

THE NOT-SO- DARK DAYS…

After several awkward dating attempts from using a dating website, I finally decide to just hit the bar and see if I can find someone that way.

Pepper and I walk into a dance club, not straying far from each other. Thankfully she isn’t making me go alone, even though she hates this sort of scene. I’m nervously looking for a place to sit when someone touches my arm.

“Where’s your boyfriend?” a deep voice asks me. I turn to see a good-looking guy not much older than me smiling down at me.

“I don’t have one,” I tell him, lifting my chin in an attempt to appear more confident than I feel.

“Hmmm, maybe we can fix that,” he teases. “I’m Eric.”

Taking his hand, I say, “Andi.” I grin at him because this good-looking guy seems interested in me.

We spend the next couple of hours dancing, talking over the music, and drinking. He invites me to his place.

“Sounds fun. Let me tell my friend,” I tell him.

The prospect of what’s about to happen has butterflies swarming in my stomach.

I turn to Pepper. “Pep, I am going home with Eric.”

She frowns at me. “I don’t like this, Andi, but if this is what helps you heal, then fine. You better call me if things get weird and I’ll be there in a snap to get you.” I nod and we hug goodbye.

Eric and I take a cab to his apartment nearby. We can hardly keep our hands off of each other as we go inside. Everything happens quickly, and the next thing I know, I’ve just slept with a complete stranger. Oddly enough, I don’t feel bad about it. In fact, I think it may just be a one-night thing with this guy because he’s already getting on my nerves with all his talk about Call of Duty.

When he falls asleep, I slip out and catch a cab home. I feel powerful for the first time in weeks.

His arm around my belly sent chills down my spine. He made me crazy in both a good and bad way. I was so upset with him right now, but my body was betraying me as I melted into his arms. Annoyed with myself for what I was about to do, I nodded.

He squeezed me and kissed my hair. I couldn’t help but feel a flutter of excitement and happiness now that Hot Jackson was back.

I allowed him to help me into the car, tossing my bags on the floor. He slid in beside me closed the door behind him. George began driving us to who knows where.

Still not wanting to look at him, I played with the hem of my skirt that had ridden pretty high from sitting in the low seats. Jackson leaned his mouth to my ear and whispered, “I’m sorry.” Even though his hot breath tickled me and sent a shudder down my body, it wasn’t enough. Actions and words were two different things.

Realizing just how upset I was, he pulled away one of my hands from my skirt and lifted it to his mouth. He held it to his lips and gently kissed it. It was so intimate and spoke volumes.

I finally decided to look at him. The same heart-wrenching soul I had seen last night while making love with him was staring back at me with sad brown eyes. A tear slipped out and over my cheek. He gently wiped it away. Not being able to stop myself, I leaned forward and touched my lips to his. He kissed me sweetly, as if he were trying to express his apology through his lips.

We softly explored one another’s mouths with our tongues. His hands settled on my upper thighs, rubbing circles with his thumbs while he kissed me. I threaded my fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp with my fingertips.

He broke our kiss when we came to a stop in front of my apartment. “Come inside with me?” I asked. I was feeling vulnerable and needed more of his touch to comfort me. He nodded and we headed upstairs.

Once in the apartment and I had dropped my stuff on the sofa, I took his hand, leading him into my room. After we made it to my room and shut the door, I unbuttoned my jacket and pulled it off. Jackson followed suit with his own. I peeled off my camisole, leaving myself in a sexy white lace bra, and kicked off my heels. He quickly undid the buttons on his dress shirt and threw it aside.

Walking up to me, he reached behind me and unclasped my bra. He slipped it off and his hands made their way to the zipper on my skirt, undoing it as well. The skirt fell to the floor, and I stood before him in my barely-there matching white lace panties and thigh-highs.

“You’re absolutely beautiful, Andi. Every time I see you, I can’t take my eyes off of you. I’m an asshole and don’t deserve someone like you. But I still want you. I still want you to want me,” he confessed. His face didn’t have his normal guard up and he seemed so fragile. What was behind the tough exterior? I needed to find out.

He unbuttoned his pants and slipped them off along with his boxers, socks, and shoes. Instead of letting me take off the stockings or panties, he led me to the bed.

Leaning over, he brought his lips to mine again. Melting in his sweet kisses, I wrapped my arms around him, squeezing his bare bottom. I could feel him harden between us, making me want him so badly. He lowered us onto the bed and our kisses intensified. I kept pulling him to me and grinding my hips up to him, letting him know what I wanted.

Taking the hint, he sat up and slipped my panties off. Lowering himself back over me, he positioned his cock at my entrance and pushed it in.

I moaned loudly because he always felt so good and we fit together perfectly. He started a rhythm that matched our kissing and I tensed up as an orgasm neared. One of his hands slid up and caressed my breast. My pants intensified and I cried out as electricity coursed through my body. I shuddered beneath him, and he followed quickly behind me, coming into me.

Collapsing on me so our chests pressed together, he peered down at me. “Making love,” he stated. Not a question but a statement. I smiled, nodding. Pecking me on the lips really quickly, he drew himself out and stretched beside me. I curled into him, tracing the ridges of his stomach muscles with my finger.

“So what happened last night?” I murmured, not looking up at him. He didn’t speak right away and a tear slipped out of the corner of my eye. I feared we were about to have a repeat from the night before.

His hand gently tugged my chin up to look at him. “Last night was a mistake,” he began. When my chin started to quiver, he continued quickly. “It was a mistake because I freaked out. You’re not her, so I need to trust you because you haven’t given me any reason not to.” I didn’t really understand who “she” was, but I had a feeling it was the Nadia Trish had spoken of.

“Jackson, you really hurt me. I felt so rejected when you didn’t come to bed last night and were gone this morning. I have no idea what we’re doing here. This all goes against everything I have trained myself to do in the past five months. But one thing’s for sure. I don’t want it to go away. Nothing feels right unless I am with you.”

I continued. “And then you avoided me all day, further hurting my feelings. You made me feel like I had done something wrong. After lunch with Bray, you basically called me a whore and that fucking hurt, Jackson. From the moment I heard your voice, you’re all I can think about. No one else.”

He crashed his lips to mine, nicking my lip with his teeth. The taste of blood seemed to jolt us alive, because the next moment he had me flipped over on my hands and knees. He lined himself behind me and slammed into my pussy that still dripped from his orgasm moments ago.

My fingers grasped the blankets as he pounded into me from behind. His fingers digging into my hips agitated my bruises from last night but I didn’t care. We were amazing together.

His hand latched on to my hair and yanked my head back. The other hand slipped over my clit and started rubbing it furiously. My climax tore through me, and when my head dropped down, he jerked my hair, pulling it back where he wanted it. The sting from my hair that was wrapped up in his fist only intensified the orgasm pulsing through me and I screamed his name in delight. He poured into once me more, pumping until he was empty and I was full.

Before I had time to even think, he slipped himself out of me and chuckled. “Now that was fucking,” he smirked as he headed for the shower. Indeed it was, Mr. Compton. Indeed it was.

THE NOT-SO-DARK DAYS…

Craig has me bent over his kitchen table, fucking me like a madman. This is day three of our little escapade. He’s a great lay but rules are rules. Soon after he comes into me, he slips himself out and yanks off the condom, tossing it into the trash. I pull up my panties and readjust my dress. The tattoos across his sculpted chest are hot as hell and I’ll miss them.

Walking to the front door, I say, “I had fun, Craig. Thanks for a good time.”

Before I can make it out, he grabs hold of my hand. “Wait, Andi. I think things are going pretty well. Let’s go out tomorrow. When I agreed to a weekend of fun, I didn’t think you meant it. What chick would ever actually be serious about something like that?”

Here it is—the part that I hate. It seems like this happens every weekend, if they even make it three days. “Craig, I’m all for fun, but the rules are three days. You agreed to it and now it’s over,” I remind him, jerking my hand away from his grasp.

“You’re a fucking bitch!” he yells at me, kicking the door behind me. I jump, startled at his reaction. Pepper always warns me that I’m going to get myself in over my head one day. Shit, I hope today’s not that day.

Glaring back at him, I sling my purse over my shoulder and stalk out of his apartment before he has time to kick anything else. Asshole. He knew the rules going into it.