The Heartbreaker Series: Books 1-3 (6 page)

He slides his hand up my thigh and under my panties. I know exactly what he’s going to find—me, swollen and wet. I’m ready to beg for his cock. I’ve never been this turned on in my life. I’m delirious with lust as he runs his fingers through the wetness that’s coating my freshly waxed pussy.

“Please,” I beg. For what, I don’t know, but I either need his fingers or his dick inside of me.

“Tell me what you want, baby,” he whispers against my neck.

I shake my head. I can’t say it out loud. I grind against him, trying to give him a hint, but he doesn’t do anything.

“I need to hear it, baby. Tell. Me. What. You. Want.” He punctuates each word with a kiss on my neck.

I take a deep breath and look him in the eye. “I want your dick. I want you to fuck me.” My face heats up. I have never been a dirty talker, ever, but right now I want to tell Gabe every single dirty thing I want him to do to my body.

He growls as he pulls my lips down to his. With tiny nips, he bites my lips and licks the sting away. I grab at his shirt, pulling it out of his pants. I shove my hands underneath, feeling his muscled abdomen. His skin is warm and smooth. His length gets even harder and I have to touch it.

I undo his pants, all the while kissing his lips. I shove my hand inside his underwear and moan when I find his throbbing cock.
Oh, wow
. I stroke him slowly and he grunts against my lips.

“Hey, asshole, where are you?” someone shouts. I fly off of Gabe’s lap and crawl around until I can find my dress. Gabe shouts something and storms out of the room. As my heart pounds, I slip my dress back on and smooth it and my hair out. I hear Gabe’s raised voice, but I don’t catch what he’s saying.

“I forgot you were taking her out tonight,” the mysterious voice says.

“You don’t fucking knock? What the fuck.” Gabe sounds angry.

Now that the lust is wearing off, the embarrassment is starting to set in. What am I thinking? I need my head examined. I grab my clutch, pull my cell phone out, and start to call a cab, but I realize that I don’t have his address. I sit down on the sectional, praying that whoever interrupted us doesn’t come back here. I know my makeup is a mess and my lips probably look as swollen as they feel. There is no way the other man wouldn’t know what was going on.

I grab my drink off of the coffee table and knock it back in two gulps. I almost fucked Gabe right here on his couch. He must think I’m an easy whore. He just causes my senses to go haywire and I don’t know what I’m doing.

I hear a door shut and jerk at the loud bang. Seconds later, I watch him walk back into the room, his big body casting a large shadow on the wall as he comes toward me, a frown on his face.

“I’m sorry about that. Nico has lost his damn mind.” He grabs my hand and pulls me to my feet. “Let’s get you home, baby.”

I let out a sigh of relief.

We pull into the lot of my building. He comes around to my side and helps me out. He wraps his arm around my waist and leads me to my apartment. We’re both silent, but neither one of us fill the silence with meaningless things. When we reach my door, he pulls the keys out of my hand and opens it for me.

“I want to see you again,” he says. He kisses me and then he’s gone.

I shake my head and shut the door, locking it behind me.

***

It’s been three days since my date with Gabe and he hasn’t called or anything. I know I’m not supposed to care, but a part of me does. There is no denying that we have a connection. Is it more than sexual? I don’t know, but a part of me wants to find out. The other night, he knew how to handle my internal freak out without me saying anything. My brother is the only other person who has ever been able to do that.

I’m on my way to have lunch with my mom. We were supposed to have lunch the same day I had my date with Gabe, but her work group went on a mini field trip, so we had to reschedule for today.

The smell of French fries fills the inside of my car. I hate fast food or it hates me, but my mom is obsessed with McDonald’s, so that’s what I get her.

I pull into the parking lot at the thrift shop where my mom works. She’s worked here for the past four years and she’s doing so well. My mom is high functioning, so she runs the register and can count out change. I love that she takes so much pride in what she does. My mom even works with the new employees and trains them.

I step through the door and see my mom straightening the shelves by the register. I wave to Bruce, my mom’s boss, as I walk farther in. “Hi, Bruce. Is it okay if my mom takes her lunch now? How is Trish?”

Bruce is an older man who has always helped employ adults with disabilities. His sister had Down syndrome and she worked at the thrift shop until she got too sick to do so.

He gives me his grandfatherly smile. “That’s fine, sweetheart. It’s been a slow one and Trish is Trish—always busting my chops.” He chuckles and looks over my shoulder. “You better take your mom her food.” I hug him and then turn to find my mom bouncing toward me.

“One Quarter Pounder with cheese, a large fry, and a large chocolate shake,” I say. She wraps me up in a hug and I close my eyes. I love this woman so much and am thankful for every day that she lives. Even though our lives aren’t the norm, I can’t imagine my life without her.

“Thank you, Jazzy! You look so pretty today,” she says as she brushes my hair over my shoulder. “Come sit with me.”

My mom loops her arm through mine and leads me into the back. We sit at the single table in the break room. She wastes no time digging into her lunch. I watch in fascination as she wolfs her food down, knowing full well that she won’t gain a pound. I’ll never know how this petite woman provided the genes that made my brother and me.

I pull my salad out of the bag and dig in. At first, we eat in silence, but then my mom breaks it. “Where’s Jordy? Why didn’t he come?”

“Momma, don’t talk with food in your mouth. Jordy had to go out of town for work today. He said he’d try to come see you this weekend. Next weekend should be fun. You love to roller skate.”

“I do love it! You’re coming, right? You said you’d make cupcakes.” She shoves some fries into her mouth.

“I’ll be there and yes, I’m making cupcakes. Your son said he’d help me, but you know how that is. I’ll end up doing it all by myself.”

“You’re so bad. You know your brother will be there if he said he would.”

I don’t bother telling her that she must have Jordan confused with someone else. My brother is a big fan of promising but not delivering. I’ve learned not to expect much from him. I love him, don’t get me wrong. I’ve just learned to deal with my brother’s quirks.

We finish our lunch and she walks me to the door to say goodbye. I hug her, kiss her cheek, and promise to call her this weekend.

As I walk to my car, my phone beeps. I pull it out of my back pocket and freeze when I see Gabe’s name flash on my screen. I bite my lip and swipe the screen to read the text.

I want to see you tonight. Pick you up at 7?

My heart immediately starts to race and my palms begin to sweat. I jump in my car and turn the air conditioning on high. Before I can think better of it, I type my reply.

Yes.

It’s quick and to the point. There’s no sense in making a big deal about it. One thing’s for certain, I want to have sex with this man so bad I ache. Every day I go without his touch, I miss it even more. I won’t deny that I’ve pleasured myself multiple times thinking about him and each time I come hard and fast.

I drive home to start getting ready for my date. Tonight I’m going to enjoy myself and let whatever happens, happen.

Chapter Five

Jasmine

When Gabe pulls in to the drive-in, I’m pleasantly surprised. I’ve always loved coming here. It’s been too long since the last time. He parks toward the back, which makes me think nasty thoughts.

He comes around to help me out and then, hand in hand, we walk to the concession stand. He asks me about my day and listens attentively when I tell him about lunch with my mom and her job. I can’t keep the pride out of my voice when I talk about her.

He kisses my forehead as we reach the concession stand and I lean into his side.

“Your mom sounds like a wonderful lady.”

“She is. Maybe you can meet her sometime.” I surprise myself by even giving him the option. I don’t keep people away from her. I’ve just never really introduced her to any of the guys I’ve dated because none of them have been worthy. Gabe is different. I can feel it, and whether it’s a good thing or not remains to be seen.

We step inside and get in line. When it’s our turn to order, we get a large bucket of popcorn and sodas. He also gets me my favorite candy, Skittles.

We make our way back to his car. The women staring at him are really getting on my nerves. It’s clear we’re together, but they don’t seem to care, although I will admit that I’d probably stare at him too if I ran into him somewhere. I hope I’d at least be discreet, though.

We reach his car and he sets the snacks on the hood of his car so he can grab something out of his backseat. He spreads a blanket out on the ground. I help him grab our snacks and set them on top of the blanket.

It doesn’t take long for the sun to go down and the movie to start. The first one is Seth Rogen’s latest comedy. We sit side by side and share our popcorn. I rest my head on his shoulder without even realizing what I’m doing until I feel his lips touch my forehead. Instead of pulling away, I stay right where I am.

The first movie ends. I excuse myself and head to the restroom. I get lucky because I get right in and then right out. I weave my way back to Gabe. He catches sight of me and holds me with his intense stare.

I reach him and he smiles. He pulls me down so I’m between his outstretched legs. I decide not to fight it and lean my back against his chest. I feel his breath against my neck as he lightly kisses me. I sink further into him and rest my hands on his thighs.

Not very far into the second movie, my eyes get heavy. Gabe’s lips graze my ear. “Just relax, baby. I’ve got you.”

With those words, I slouch down until my ear is against his chest. He wraps his arms around me. The steady beat of his heart lulls me to sleep.

“Jasmine, time to wake up.” My eyes flutter open and Gabe smiles down at me.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry.” I look around and see cars getting in line to get out of here. He helps me stand up and then I throw the trash away while he picks up everything else.

We get in his car. As soon as we buckle our seatbelts, he laces his fingers with mine and holds my hand.

We make our way back to my apartment. “Thank you for tonight. I’ve had a lot of fun,” I tell him.

He brings my hand up to his mouth and gently kisses the back of it. “I haven’t been to the drive-in since I was in high school. I have to go out of town tomorrow for business, but can I call you when I get back? I want to see you again.”

I’m tired of fighting this attraction toward him, so I tell him that I’d like that.

***

He pulls into the parking lot and shuts off his car. I take his hand as we walk to the door. I don’t think when we reach my apartment door. I just hand my keys over to him so he can open the door for me. He follows me inside and shuts the door behind us.

I turn to him and decide to make the first move for a change. I slide my hands up his chest and around his neck. He doesn’t move a muscle. It’s like he knows that I need to do this. The man seems to be a mind reader. My body is against his when I brush my lips against his lips.

At first, I kiss him gently, but once I feel his cock harden in his pants, I become bolder. I rub against his body and lick the seam of his lips. He finally opens to me. At the first touch of my tongue to his, he growls into my mouth and takes over.

He grips my hips and pulls me closer to him. He slips his thigh between my legs and presses it against my pussy. He turns us until my back hits the wall. He lifts one of my legs so that it’s hugging his hip. I’m not a small girl, so it’s a total turn on that he’s got me immobile with his body and doesn’t seem to be having a hard time holding me that way. I moan into his mouth as he rubs his covered dick against the apex of my thighs.

I pull my mouth away from his. I grab his chin with my teeth and bite down. He grunts against my forehead and grinds harder. He grabs my hair at the base of my skull and jerks me away from the wall so he can pull my face up to his.

“Is that how you want to play, baby?”

His lips crush mine. With intensity I’ve never felt, he fucks my mouth with his tongue. Every lick and nip makes me want to crawl on his cock and ride him until I can’t walk. I reach down and undo his shorts. I thrust my hand inside and wrap it around his huge dick. He’s hard, but smooth against my hand. I feel his arm move and hear the crinkle of a wrapper. I don’t know what that was, but I have no time to worry about it before we’re on my floor and he’s ripping my shorts and panties off.

He rubs a finger through my drenched folds and groans against my neck. “Is that all for me?” he whispers.

I think I say yes, but it could’ve been gibberish for all I know. He chuckles before he thrusts his cock inside of me. I spasm around him as my body stretches to accommodate his length and girth. It feels right, him being inside of me.

I wrap my legs around his hips as he moves in and out. He hits that spot that causes me to shudder. He slows his thrusts as he grabs both of my hands and brings them above my head. His hand is so large that he’s able to easily shackle both of my wrists with just one hand. His other hand drifts down until he reaches my throat.

I freeze, my eyes never leaving his as I try to figure out what he’s going to do. All the while, he moves slowly in and out of me. He applies the tiniest bit of pressure and I immediately feel an excessive rush of arousal.

“Do you like that, baby? Do you like when I make you feel like my pretty slut?”

His words should appall me, but because they’re coming from him, I don’t seem to care. He squeezes my throat again to bring my attention back to him. Each time he squeezes, he thrusts harder into me.

He brings his lips to mine and I reach for them with my own. Even when our lips touch, I feel like I’m not close enough to him. I relax my hips so he can sink further inside of me. We both shudder.

We stare into the other’s eyes. This seems so much more intimate than any other sexual experience I’ve ever had. I feel myself spiraling toward an orgasm. Gabe must be able to feel it too because he picks up the pace and grinds against my clit.

My orgasm hits me out of nowhere. I arch my back and, as I cry out, he squeezes my throat ever so slightly. It intensifies everything and I sob as I come harder than I ever have before. Then Gabe starts coming. He shouts against my neck as he erratically drives his dick into me. He hits deep inside of me, which triggers some aftershocks.

Gabe brushes my hair out of my face. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

I don’t know why he’d think that. I shake my head and whisper, “No, you didn’t hurt me.”

He smiles as he lets go of my wrists. I sink both hands into his hair and smile as he nuzzles my breasts. He finally slips his softening cock out of me and I whimper. I miss the feel of him already. It should not have turned me on that much when he had his hand around my throat and called me names.

He’s still lying between my legs. We’re both quiet as I run my fingers through his hair. I’m lucky my carpet is so plush, that it’s not totally uncomfortable lying here. Of course, it doesn’t hurt to have a gorgeous man lying on top of me.

“Would you l-like to move to my bedroom?” I ask, my voice cracking from nerves.

He stands up and my eyes drift to his semi-hard cock. My mouth begins to water. Gabe slides the condom off and ties the end before dropping it in the garbage can. He reaches down to help me up, but as soon as I’m on my feet, he scoops me up into his arms. He carries me like I don’t weigh one hundred and seventy pounds.

When we reach my room, he gently lays me down on the mattress and climbs in next to me. He moves me until I’m draped across his chest. It doesn’t take long for us to both drift off into dreamland.

***

I stand in the shower, letting the warm water help loosen my muscles. I feel like I’ve been beaten. I’m stiff and ache in weird places. It’s a reminder of my night with Gabe. After he fucked me on the carpet, we went to bed. I woke to his masterful fingers playing with my pussy. He then proceeded to lick and suck every inch of my skin before fucking me from behind. His teeth stayed locked on my shoulder, which stopped me from moving. There’s something indescribable about that huge man holding me immobile while he used my body.

I was actually sad when he woke me at six to tell me he was leaving. He had to get ready for his weekend work trip, but he told me that he’d call me tonight. I tried very hard to not let him see the disappointment that I felt.

What’s wrong with me? We’ve only spent one night together and I’m already desperate for more. We’ll probably just let this relationship, if that’s what it is, go on until we both get tired of each other and move on with our lives. I’m probably his mid-life crisis, a stand-in until he finds the woman of his dreams.

I bury my face in the stream of water falling over my body. I’m not even going to think about all of that. I’m going to live in the moment and, when it’s over, I’ll cherish the memories.

When I’m done showering, I wrap myself in a towel and head across the hall to my room. I scream bloody murder when I find my brother sitting on my bed. “What the hell, Jordan? Were you trying to give me a heart attack?”

“I didn’t mean to scare you.” He stands up and walks toward me. “Your apartment reeks of sex and Mr. Studly. It’s about fucking time!” He lifts my hair and looks at something. “Jesus, did he pee on you too?”

“What are you talking about?”

“You are covered in hickies and whisker burns. If his plan was for people to know you’re his, then mission accomplished. You don’t know how bad I want details, but damn, I don’t want to hear about your sex life.”

I run back into the bathroom and sure enough, up and down my neck, there are hickies and red irritated areas. When my brother leaves, I will be making a phone call.

“Give me a few minutes to get changed and I’ll be right out,” I shout.

I walk into my room and shut the door. I whip off my towel and can see and feel that my nipples are swollen and sensitive. There are red marks all over my breasts. I reach down. I’m swollen in my girly bits too.

I throw on a light cotton bra and panty set and a lightweight, cotton sundress. Whenever the dress rubs against any sensitive part of my body, I’m hyper aware of it. It turns me on because I can close my eyes and imagine it’s his lips and hands all over me.

I shake my head at the craziness going through my mind.

Since it’s just my brother here, I throw my hair up on top of my head. My brother is sitting on my balcony when I step out into the living room. I grab a bottle of water and some ibuprofen and head outside with him.

I sit down next to him and tip my face up to the sun. I can feel him staring at me, but I choose to ignore him. I know he wants to know how it happened, but if I talk about it, then it’s real and I have to deal with my feelings, or at least the feelings I’m afraid Gabe’s going to bring out.

I know my brother won’t leave until I talk. I keep my head tipped up to the sun. “What do you want to know?”

“He’s a big dude. Is he packing heat?” Of course Gabe’s dick size is the first thing he wants to know about.

“Well, um, yeah. He’s very, um, big. I seriously thought he wasn’t going to fit, but my God, Jordy. I’ve never come that hard in my life.”

I don’t want to get any more into it because I don’t want to admit that I could very easily fall for this man. If I admit it, then Gabe will find out and he’ll probably walk away. I really want to enjoy him for a little while longer.

“I knew it! He just screams sex. Are you going out with him again?”

I finally look at my brother and he gives me an encouraging smile.

“I think so. He’s out of town for work this weekend, but he said he’d call. I say whatever. If he calls, awesome, and if not, oh well.” I’m pretty proud of myself for sounding so nonchalant about it.

“Honey, I hate to break it to you, but you can pretend all you want that you don’t care, but I know different. It’s written all over your face.”

I ignore him and take some ibuprofen. I hope it helps take some of the ache away.