Broken (Breaking the Rules) (8 page)

“See you in thirty minutes,
maybe
,” I half-joked as I opened the door. He sighed heavily and pushed me against the doorframe. Leaning forward, he put his lips close to mine as he glared at me with his dark chocolate eyes. They were easy to melt into.

“I will see you in thirty minutes, I promise,” he vowed angrily. Then he pressed his lips to mine for a chaste kiss.

Tearing away from me, he ran down the hallway. I guessed he was going to come back after all. Only time would tell.

A DARK TWO WEEKS…

Vodka is good. So good. So, so good! Woah? The room just spun a bit. I better not drink anymore since I have another test today. Okay, just one more shot.

“What the fuck?” demands an angry Pepper as she burst into our room. “Andi! What have you done? You have a freaking test in an hour. Shit!”

“Bray-di-bray-bray-hey,” I babble at her before succumbing to uncontrollable laughter.

“Dammit, Andi. Get it the fuck together.” She pulls me up to my feet. Geez, the world is swaying again. “We’re going to the coffee shop. Let’s go,” she barks pulling me from the room.

When we start to walk, I stumble a little and almost land on my ass. I hysterically laugh some more. Her glare is menacing at this point.

“He wrote me a letter. He wants me to forgive him,” I slur to her as tears start falling.

“Come here, hon. He’s a jackass and you’re letting him ruin your life. Let’s get you some coffee.” She sighs and brings me in for a hug
.

Twenty-eight minutes is all he took. Damn, that boy could move. I couldn’t help but laugh at him when I opened the door. Chest heaving, face still unshaven, hair waving from air drying—he had actually hustled for me. Okay, today should be fun after all.

“Miss me yet?” he panted, his eyebrow quirking up. Giggling, I swatted at him. He playfully grabbed my wrist and pulled me to him. “Because I sure missed you,” he grinned. Gently, he brushed his lips against mine. Adorable Jackson was quite irresistible.

Wrapping my free hand around his neck, I brought him back down for a deeper kiss. Instantly, the chemistry reignited. It was so hot and cold with us, but now it was scorching. I pulled his lip between my teeth and he groaned.

Releasing my wrist, he snaked both of his arms around me to grab handfuls of my ass through my jeans and pulled my body close to his. I pressed my breasts into his chest, needing to feel him there too. As if he realized we weren’t going anywhere until certain needs were met, he lifted me up by my hips and my legs automatically wrapped around him. Hastily, he stormed us into my room, kicking the door shut behind us.

Setting me down in front of the bed, he pulled off my sweater in one swift move. He followed mine with revealing his own toned chest. Kneeling, he kissed my lower stomach. I moaned at the touch. Deftly, he unfastened my jeans and rolled them down my legs. I lifted each foot so he could pull them off all the way. His kisses on my stomach continued, and he even placed some along the panty line. Shivering, I ran my fingers through his still damp hair.

He was kissing me all over but not where I wanted him to really kiss me. I leaned into his kisses, hinting at what I needed from him. Finally, he dragged his tongue up the center of my folds through my lacey panties. I cried out in delight. Growling, he pushed me backward until I fell onto the bed. He slid my panties off in one quick swoop.

After he spread my legs, his tongue started lapping me up. I began bucking off of the bed to meet his touch. While he hungrily drove me closer and closer to the edge of sanity, he slid his hands up to my breasts and gently pinched my nipples through the fabric of the bra. The combination of all the sensations caused my body to tighten and shiver as my orgasm pulsed through me.

“Oh my God,” I moaned, finally starting to relax afterwards. He chuckled into my sex, his breath tickling me before pulling away.

“You are cute when you come,” he observed, still grinning.

“Jackson!” I scolded him while laughing. He looked incredibly sexy standing by the bed with his hair going every direction from air drying with no product. His bare chest had a sheen of sweat across it, making it glisten in the morning sun that streamed in through the window. The jeans he wore hung low on his hips, giving me a glimpse of his Calvin Klein’s underneath. Yummy.

Thinking just that, I sat up on the bed and scooted off so that I was standing in front of him. My hands gently ran across his chest and fluttered over his perfect abs. All traces of his playfulness were gone as he gazed intensely down at me, questioning with his eyes what was next.

Pushing just hard enough to get him to walk backwards, I pushed until he was standing in front of the chair in my room. Dragging my hands downward, I found the button to his jeans and unfastened them so that they fell to the floor. I hooked my thumbs in his underwear and jerked them down as well.

“Sit,” I ordered. Smirking at my bossiness, he obeyed. Kneeling down, I finished removing the clothes and took a moment to admire his cock. It glistened a bit at the tip, indicating how turned on he was.

Leaning forward, I grabbed it and pulled it into my mouth. He groaned the moment I began tonguing and sucking it. Even though I had slept with many men in the past few months, he was only the second person I had ever done this to. With Bray, I did it because I loved him. With Jackson, I just really wanted to.

His hands laced themselves into my hair as I picked up my pace. I couldn’t take his large size very far, but he didn’t seem to be complaining.

When I imagined him getting to be really close, I reached up and gently cupped his balls, which sent him over the edge. He spurted hot and furiously into my mouth and I swallowed it down. Once I was sure he was done, I pulled away, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.

He started laughing. “Need a napkin?” I rolled my eyes at him and got him the only way I knew how—by tickling his ribs.

He jerked up out of the chair and away from me, roaring with laughter. When he laughed like this, it was so infectious. Giggling but determined, I ran after him. He’d only made it to the edge of the bed when I caught him from behind and he yanked away from me again in hysterics. At this point, I was laughing so hard at his aversion to tickling.

This time when I reached for him, he grabbed my wrists and twisted them around to my back so that we were chest to chest, both of which were still heaving from our laughter. “Woman, you have got to quit doing that!” he admonished.

“What are you going to do about it? It’s my secret weapon against you. You have nothing against the all-powerful Andi!” I taunted him.

“Well, it would appear that you are pretty powerless at the moment,” he advised. I licked my lips because being unable to move and naked with this really sexy man was freaking hot. His eyes shot down to my lips. The man couldn’t stand it when I did that. As if on cue, I felt his cock harden in between us.

Forgetting that we were playing, he ducked his head and began kissing my neck. I started panting heavily as he licked and nibbled. My hips, on their own accord, tried to grind into his. He growled and sucked my neck really hard. “Hey! You’ll leave a hickey!” I shrieked, trying to pull away, but since he still had my hands pinned behind me, I was powerless. With one last hard suck, he broke away from my neck and smiled.

“Bastard. I’m going to look like such a slut tomorrow at work,” I chastised. His laughter rumbled from his own chest to mine since we were still so close. Giving him a taste of his own medicine, I leaned into his perfect chest, brought his nipple between my teeth, and bit down until he started to release me. But instead of letting me go, he dropped down on the bed, bringing me with him.

He finally let go of my wrists now that I was on top of him on the bed. His hands made their way up to my hair, and he pulled my head to his so he could press his lips to mine. Suddenly all playfulness was gone and I really wanted him inside of me. I captured his mouth with mine and began exploring with my tongue. His tongue met mine with each movement as we kissed in perfect synchronization.

Sliding my legs on either side of him, I straddled him. He grabbed my hip with one hand and used the other to guide his cock into me. “Oh, Jackson,” I moaned as I eased all the way down his length, taking him in me entirely.

Stopping momentarily, I realized he didn’t have a condom on.

“Jackson,” I whispered as he continued trying to guide my hips up and down over him. “You don’t have a condom on.” He groaned but didn’t stop his motions.

“Shhh, baby. I’m clean. Are you on the pill?” he groaned, thrusting himself harder into me. Oh he felt so good.

“I have an internal birth control device,” I panted into his mouth as he continued pushing me up and down on him.

“Good because you feel too fucking good for me to stop, Andi,” he growled, sucking my lip into his mouth.

My orgasm was building again and I could feel myself getting so close. His hands slid to my rear and grasped onto my cheeks as his thrusts got faster. The shuddering of my orgasm shook through my body and my sex clutched him. Immediately after, I felt his hotness spill into me.

I collapsed onto him, and he brought his hands to my back, where he gently stroked me. It was so nice lying on him like this. Since today was Sunday, our little tryst would end soon, which made me sad. He was watching me with the same sad look. We were both the stubborn types, and I didn’t see either of us proposing to extend our game. Sighing, I kissed his chest and pulled off of him, getting to my feet.

Grabbing my robe from the dresser, I slung it on. “You, stay here. You’re my sex slave. I’ll bring us some food. You’ll stay naked if you know what’s good for you,” I commanded as I walked out the bedroom door, once again enjoying his boyish laughter behind me.

A DARK TWO WEEKS…

I finally made it through my finals, thanks to a very forceful Pepper. I’ve managed to try to not think about Bray for the last couple of days since he showed up unannounced. We’re about to leave to meet Pepper’s parents for a celebratory dinner.

“Hon, we’re going to the Brass Apple for dinner. You’re going to have to put on something a little dressier than your housecoat and fuzzy slippers,” Pepper says tossing me a dress from our closet.

Sighing, I drop the housecoat revealing just my panties and bra.

“Shit, Andi! Have you been eating at all? I can see your fucking ribs!” she shrieks, grabbing the skin around my ribcage.

“In case you haven’t noticed, I’ve been a little depressed. Not too hungry these days,” I explain, pulling the dress over my head.

Shaking her head, she slips on some heels. Pepper never dresses up except when she’s going to see her father. She lives to impress that man and he adores her.

A chime alerts me to a text. Pepper makes a dive for my phone but I snatch it up before she can get to it.