Broken But Breathing (Jinx Tattoos Book 2)(26)
“So beautiful.” He cupped her breasts, sucking a turgid nipple into his mouth as he rolled the other between his calloused fingers. Reaching between them, she stroked him. Pre-come leaked onto her hand and she wished she had the foresight to start birth control. They’d had the talk and exchanged paperwork. They were both clean. She wasn’t on birth control, so condoms were a necessity.
He released her breast with a pop. “You ready for me, Es?”
“Yes.”
He reached over to the nightstand, pulled out a foil packet, and ripped the top with his teeth.
“Let me,” she said, smiling as she took it from him and removed the condom. He groaned as she slid it down his length.
She laid back, watching his every move as he ran his cock between her slick lips and nudged her entrance. He pushed inside, one inch at a time—filling and re-shaping—and she dug her nails into his arms.
“You okay?” he asked.
“Yes, you feel so good.”
“It’s only going to get better,” he said as he moved deeper. Buried to the hilt, he stilled. She’d never felt so full in her life. Breathing through the pressure, she adjusted. She flexed her muscles, and they both cried out.
“So damn tight. You keep that up and it won’t be very long.”
“Can’t help it,” she moaned, unable to remain still. She lifted her hips, desperate for more friction, and he answered her with a hard thrust. She screamed.
He reached between them, rubbing her overly sensitive bud as he drove into her. Their bodies smacked together and her body tingled. She met him stroke for stroke, whimpering as she rushed toward the blinding fireworks.
“So close,” Snake groaned.
“Me-me too.”
“Come for me, Sprite,” he growled.
She arched and let go.
He cried out, following behind her. His warm weight collapsed on top of her. Burying her face into his neck, she smiled against his salt slick skin. Home was where the heart was. This was her new place of residence.
“I love you,” she whispered.
“Thank God. Because I love the fuck out of you,” Snake replied, making her giggle.
CHAPTER TEN
Estelle
She woke surrounded in warmth and strong arms. Snake had his leg thrown over both of hers, pinning her into place on the bed. She smiled lazily, basking in his possessiveness. It felt good to feel wanted and sexy. It’d been so long since a man touched her, and Everett had been nothing like Snake. This was a new experience. Snake was a masculine throw back who took care of what was his at any cost. There were pros and cons which came with that. She ran her hand down his arm, enjoying the strength and sprinkling of hair. Mornings had become a lonely affair. Not anymore. She wriggled her body, trying to work her way lose.
“Uh uh,” he grumbled.
She giggled. “I need the bathroom, love,” she said.
When he released her, she rolled off the bed and padded to the master bathroom. The slate-colored tile was warm due to the heated flooring. The space was masculine with its dark colors, grey, black, and white tiled in tub, and slate stone shower floor. But there was something classic and sophisticated about it. The previous owners had good taste. After finishing her business, she opted for a shower. She’d surprise her lover with a home-cooked meal. Lover.
She felt wicked and wanton. Everything with Everett had been by the book. They hadn’t slept together until they were engaged and planning their wedding. She had no blueprints laid out where Snake was concerned. Things were organic, and that was exciting, but scary at the same time.
Control had become a crutch she was used to depending on. He chipped away at her shell and hesitations, holding her hand every step of the way as she began to live. Turning on the shower, she stepped beneath the massaging spray and tilted her head up to the water. A tiny part of her felt guilty. She’d officially moved on past Everett. Her vision blurred and her chest grew tight. She let the water wash away the salty drops as she sobbed for what she’d lost and released the strong emotions.
She stepped from the shower, lighter, and ready to move forward. Wrapping herself in a fluffy black towel, she walked to the counter, and broke open the new toothbrush in one of the drawers. It felt right to be here. There was no discomfort or shame. She couldn’t care less what anyone else had to think about how fast they were moving. In six months their lives had been irrevocably entwined along with their hearts. Her face had filled out along with her body. Infused with an abundance of energy and happiness, life looked completely different than it had that night she first walked into the support group.
Smoothing her hair back, she tidied up, and walked out, moving to the dresser where she kept a change of clothes. My God, we’re practically living together. She slipped on a pair of black yoga pants and a Wild Ones T-shirt slashed and cut to hang off her shoulders, courtesy of Kali. Gathering the clothing from the night before, she placed it in the dark brown whicker hamper and made her way downstairs. The kitchen was one of her favorite things about the new home. Butcher block counters covered the expresso-colored cabinets. Large sinks made washing dishes, vegetables, and whatever else one could think of easy. White subway tile stood out against the dark colors.
She dug into the stainless steel double door refrigerator and started pulling ingredients.
“Shouldn’t I be the one cooking for you?” a sleep worn voice said.
Grinning, she glanced up from the French toast she was cooking. “Maybe next time.”
He wrapped an arm around her and kissed her bared shoulder. “I like seeing you in this.”
“You can thank Kali for it.”
“I will the next time I see her,” he murmured, nuzzling her neck. “It smells good, babe.”
“Thank you,” she replied, leaning back into his touch. “If you don’t stop I’m going to end up burning breakfast.”
“I can always take you out to eat later.” Reaching around her, he turned off the stove and set the pan on the back burner. He sucked her earlobe into his mouth and she purred.
“Breakfast can hold, right?”
“Damn straight.” He bit her neck and spun her around to face him, cupping her ass. Gripping his shoulders, she wrapped her legs around his hips as he lifted her.
“I think it’s time we start christening the house, don’t you?” he said, setting her on the kitchen island. She rubbed her center against the swell straining against his boxer briefs.
“Most definitely.”
The knock on the door made him moan. He dropped his head, and she sighed, lowering her legs.
“I’ve never wanted it to be a solicitor so bad,” he grumbled, adjusting himself to hide the major wood he was sporting.
She licked her lips. “Me too.”
He smirked. “You’re all right this morning?” he asked, ignoring the person at the door.
“More than all right. Excellent, fantastic, exceptional,” she said, delivering a kiss with each word.
“Oh I love it when you talk smart to me.” He kissed her before he helped her off the counter and walked to the front door.
“Cleary I interrupted something,” Kali said as she stepped inside.
Snake grunted. “If you can see that, how about you come back later?”
“Wish I could, boss man. I’m simply delivering a message. Mike called church. If you look for your phone I think you’ll find it’s dead.”
“Shit. What time?”
“As soon as you get your ass there,” Kali drawled with a sweet smile.
“Fine. Sprite, I gotta hit the road. I’m going to take a quick shower and get out of here.”
She sighed. “Okay.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll stay behind and help you with this spread,” Kali said as she entered the kitchen. “Heart shaped bacon? How cliché are you?”
“Shut up,” Es mumbled.
Kali watched Snake leave and turned to Es. “Is it safe to say this thing is official?”
Es grinned. “Yes.”
They jumped up and down like teens, and she couldn’t stop the giggles that spilled from her lips.
“I have been waiting forever for this. I win the pool,” Kali exclaimed.
“What pool?” Es asked.
“The one I have going with a few of the guys about when you guys would get your heads out of your asses and get together.”
“Kali!”
“What? It was painful watching you two dance around each other,” Kali remarked.
“There’s nothing wrong with taking things slow. It was the right choice for us.”
“There’s going slow, and then there’s stalling. You were in the stalling phase.”
Es held her tongue. Kali spoke the truth. She could debate her, but the woman would call her out. She’d never had a friend who was so honest; it took some getting used to. Snake reappeared in a pair of jeans that hugged his frame, a black T-shirt, and his cut.
“Be back when I can,” he murmured against her lips before he kissed her hard and thoroughly. Her leg lifted behind her, and she sighed as he pulled away. Kali laughed as Es watched Snake leave dreamily.
“You are so gone.”
“Yeah, I am. It snuck up on me,” she said.
“Are you still going to work at Rain now that you’re shagging the boss?” Kali asked with a mock English accent.