Broken but Breathing(Jinx Tattoos Book 2)(26)

He plunged two fingers inside of her, building her back up before she  could come down. She flexed around him, moaning as she rocked.

"That's it, sweet girl. Ride my fingers. I'm going to make sure you're  ready for me. Because once I'm inside this tight little pussy, I'm not  stopping until I come."

"Oh, God."

"You like the thought of that, beautiful?"

"Yes," she moaned.

He curved his fingers and her breath stumbled.

"Right there," she whimpered.

"Yeah? Like this." He increased his speed.

"Yes, yes, yes."

His eyes were melted milk chocolate as he peered up through dark lashes that should be illegal on a man.

"So wet for me. Imagine how good it's going to feel when I'm buried  inside of you." His husky voice and clever fingers had her coasting on  the brink.

"Close," she grunted.

He leaned in and sucked her clit into his mouth, and she splintered with a strangled cry.

"That's right, give me all that cream." Her body jerked and her eyelids  slammed shut as she rode a wave of euphoria. His sweet kisses on her  inner thigh brought her back.         

     



 

"Xavier," she whispered, stroking her hands through his hair.

"You ready for me, sweet girl?"

"So ready."

He stood and lifted her into his arms. "I want to give you slow and  romantic, but right now all I can think about is being buried as deep  inside of you as I can and fucking you 'til we both come."

"Shit."

He gave a low chuckle and tossed her onto the bed. Shoving his boxers  off, he crawled onto the bed, trapping her between his arms. "First  thing, you're still overdressed. Take it off." He moved back, watching  her with dark hungry eyes as she popped the back and slid it down her  arms.

"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.