Broken Dreams(248)

“I want you to fuck my brains out.”

“That’s my girl. As you wish…” He thrust himself into me, and the sound that escaped his throat was pure ecstasy. He was pounding into me, hard and fast, just the way I needed it. His passion was pure and evident.

My body began to quake beneath him. I was so fucking close. I grabbed his hips and held him firmly in place. I cried out as my core grabbed onto him and held him tight. He bucked his hips into me a few more hard times, pushing us across the mat and slamming into the wall. He went silent and stiff when he emptied himself into me. He let out a significant groan, and then went limp on top of me.

There was nothing better than having his sexually fatigued body melt over me. After a few minutes of trying to calm his breathing down, he looked up at me and kissed me on the lips.

“Good?” he asked, with a prideful grin.

“Oh, my god. Good doesn’t even cover it. Not even close. I can’t even think of a word to describe it because you abso-fucking-lutely fucked my brains out.” He laughed and rolled off of me. Henry stood up from our newly christened “bed”, and headed toward the pile of our personal belongings. I knew what he was doing, and my heart sank.

I became upset and anger coursed through my veins. As he turned back around, he had a bottle to his lips. He took a long pull as he walked back toward me. My eyes burned with angry tears. I rolled over so I couldn’t see him. We just had the most amazing session of lovemaking, and he was ruining it by getting shitfaced. He sat down beside me, and pulled the covers up over his lower half.

“Elaina…”

“Don’t,” I bit at him.

“I’m sorry. I promise you I will stop. I just need time.”

“Whatever, Henry,” I mumbled, and he sighed. I heard him swallow again. Fucking asshole. I was so pissed that I could have decked him.

“Love…”

“Just leave it!” I snipped at him. He got up out of bed, and I listened to him dress.

“I’m going to go explore the building,” he muttered as he walked out the door with the bottle in his hand.

“Thanks for ruining it, asshole,” I grumbled. I knew he wouldn’t hear me, but I felt the need to say it anyway.

Once again, we had only connected through sex.





Chapter 45





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enry walked out of the room, cursing himself. With heavy feet, he trudged down to the cafeteria. Nick was in there playing his guitar so he decided to settle down and kick back, instead of aimlessly wandering throughout the building, trying to rid his mind of the situation his relationship was in. He knew he had fucked it all up, and he wanted to drown himself in the bottle of whiskey that he was holding.

Once Nick realized that he had an audience of one, he stopped playing. “Don’t stop on account of me. I was enjoying it.” Henry tipped back the bottle.

Nick looked past him to the door. “Where’s Elaina?” he asked with mild curiosity.

“Resting. She’s pissed at me.”

“Why now?” Henry held up the bottle, and Nick acknowledged the game of charades.

“How’s Claire feeling?”

“She is exhausted and worried and, frankly, I am, too. She’s worried something is going to happen to the baby.” Nick set down his guitar and scrubbed his face. He leaned up to the table, supporting his weight with his elbows.

“Well, with a place to rest for a while, I’m sure she will start feeling better.”

“That’s what I keep telling her. She is just… I don’t know.” His voice trailed off. Henry could hear the worry in it.

“I understand. Just have to take it one day at a time.”

“Yeah, I guess.”

Henry settled back into his chair and drank some more, propping his gore-covered boots up on another chair. He held up the bottle to Nick. He looked up, and stared at it for a minute.

Then Nick grabbed the bottle and took a long pull. The two men sat, silently sharing the bottle for a while, until Thomas wandered in. He had found a couple decks of cards in the teacher’s desk that was in his room. They all played a few games, and sipped from the whiskey bottle as the night began to settle in.

Henry, Nick, and Thomas were wrecked by the time Elaina and Claire walked into the cafeteria.



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Someone knocked. “Hold on!” I madly tried to dress. All I needed was Thomas or Nick to see me naked.

“It’s just me!” Claire shouted from the hall. I ended up just grabbing a blanket and wrapping it around myself as I headed for the door.

“Hey…,” I said, standing in the doorway.

“Hey. Can I come in?” I opened the door all the way for her.