Page 84 of Shattered

Her chest rises and falls. “When is it ever a good reason?”

“Well, I had just sent you a quick message, and we were on our way back to my car, when he noticed this couple arguing. Well, the guy was yelling, and the woman looked terrified, so Jason suggested we hang out nearby for a moment. We’d both just noticed the bruise on her cheek when the guy reached up and gripped her jaw like he was trying to rip it off, causing her to cry out in pain.”

“Oh my God,” Sienna gasps, lifting a hand to her chest, and I nod.

“Jason was on him within a second, but the other guy wasn’t having any of it. I ended up having to pull him off Jason and then got him into a headlock.”

“You were in the fight, too?”

“Not really. Jason pulled him away and started going at it again. At some point, my phone got knocked out of my hand and stepped on.”

Sienna lowers herself to the edge of the couch. “Is he okay? Is she okay?”

I sit next to her, reaching for her hand. “Yeah. Jason beat him up pretty good. She told us the guy—who was her abusive boyfriend—had taken her phone away, and since Jason didn’t bring his phone with him, and mine was smashed, there was no way to call someone for her. She didn’t want the cops involved, so we took her to pick up some of her things and then dropped her off at a friend’s place on the other side of the city.”

With her mouth partially opened, she shakes her head. “That’s crazy. I’d be pissed at Jason for getting you into that position, but I guess it really was for a good reason.”

“It was. It’s the one time I’ve been glad for his penchant for fighting. The guy looked like he was going to kill her.”

“He has a good heart,” she says with a sigh. Then she turns to me, her worried eyes caressing my skin. “And you . . .? Are you okay?”

“Yeah.” I squeeze her hand and rub my thumb over her skin. “Tell me I didn’t ruin our weekend.”

Within a second, she gets to her feet and moves to straddle my lap, pulling me in close for a hug. “You didn’t.”

I caress her back, then slide my hands up until they thread through her hair and use my grip to pull her head back. “I’m sorry you waited here for so long.”

“It’s okay. I mean, now it’s okay. I was sort of having a stress attack. I get a little panicked when I can’t get a hold of people, especially Jason. If he knew about us, this wouldn’t have been an issue.”

“We still wouldn’t have had any phones,” I point out.

Sienna nods. “I know. But it would have been easier to contact me somehow.”

“We’ll tell him. Soon.”

I draw her face to mine, pressing my lips against hers to send wordless apologies through them, and I keep them there while gently caressing her cheeks.

But soft and gentle doesn’t appear to be what she wants right now. Her grabby hands slide under my shirt, setting my skin on fire, while she tries to pull me closer and deepen the kiss. Maybe after all her worrying, this is what she needs: to know I’m here and nothing bad has happened. I respond, gripping her tighter and slightly pushing up into her so she can feel what she does to me.

“I need to feel you,” she murmurs against my lips.

“You can feel anything you want.” My voice is gravelly as I begin a trek down her neck, licking and sucking the tender flesh.

I reach for the hem of her tank top and start sliding it up while keeping my mouth on her neck. Shuddered breaths blow past my ear, making my blood feel like molten lava. I pull back so I can pull her top off the rest of the way, and then I’m pulling her bra cups down to lay open-mouthed kisses all over her chest before sucking a nipple into my mouth. Her chest vibrates with a moan.

“Gosh, I love your mouth on me.”

I hum against her skin. “I could feast on you all damn day.”

With her hands tugging at my hair, I unbutton her jeans, sliding the zipper down a second later. I can’t access anything from this angle, so I scoop her up and drop her back onto the couch. My hands are instantly on her again, pawing at her jeans to try to yank them down. She helps me by tilting her hips up, and I throw them to the side.

The sight of her lying on my couch in only her underwear with a heaving chest is a fucking beautiful vision, and I burn the image into my brain. I run my hands up the smooth skin of her thighs while feasting on her with my eyes. But it’s not enough. I need to feast with my mouth.

I take my glasses off and then bury my face between her legs, inhaling a lungful of her scent before I pull her panties aside and make a swipe with my tongue. I groan against her pussy, the taste like a delicacy on my tongue.

She writhes against me, arching her pelvis in a desperate attempt to get closer. I lick and suck, adding fingers, my own desperation to be inside her again after so long urging me to go faster, to press harder.

“Neilix, don’t stop. I’m going to come.”

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