Page 55 of Bought and Broken

“Tate,” she whimpers, digging her nails into my back.

“Come on, baby. Come for me.”

Her pussy chokes my dick, fluttering around me as she comes with a loud whimper. My orgasm hits me seconds later, nearly bringing me to my knees.

We hold each other, breathing heavily. Neither of us moves for a long time.

“Let’s shower,” I finally say.

She agrees with a head nod, and I help her to her feet before following her upstairs. All the while, there’s a smile on my face.

Because she’s exactly where I need her to be—finally.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Devon

We’re on our way back to the club to drop me off. A big part of me doesn’t want to go. I don’t know what this means for us. Tate admitted he can’t be who I want him to be out here. We’ve left our bubble and we’re in the real world, where things will go back to the way they were. It hurts, but it only solidifies that my decision not to take this seriously was right. Not that I followed that at all, but it was a good idea.

I’ll continue being nice to Tatum, I’ll give him whatever he needs from me because I was able to get what I needed from him—at least some of it. I’m happy with what happened between us, and grateful it was him I lost my virginity to and not someone I didn’t know. I think I’d have been upset with myself if things happened differently. He’ll never understand how much I appreciate this weekend with him, even if I initially thought it would be torture. And I’ll probably never tell him because I’m not sure it matters to him.

Looking back, I see how good this weekend was for us and how much I needed this. A weight has been lifted from my shoulders and I feel better about moving away. The hard part for me now is remembering that I’m doing all of this for me, and I can’t take his feelings into consideration because I’m still not sure I can trust him not to break my heart like he did before. This is my way of putting to rest the animosity between Tate and me. I can’t let him push this further. It has to end where we left it. No more kissing. Certainly no more sex. Despite everything he said, it can’t be that way between us, and I plan to tell him that first thing tomorrow.

Once I’m home, the first thing I’m doing is figuring out where I’m going, then I’m going to make my plan of escape. I won’t let Tate convince me to stay. It’s not enough.

We just got back into Detroit, so our time is just about up. By the time we reach the club, it’ll be nearly twelve. Tate didn’t waste a single minute with me, and it felt like he didn’t want me to leave either—yet he didn’t offer the option to stay. Tomorrow is Monday and I’m sure he has a million things to do for work. Which is why what I have to tell him will likely be via text message. Kind of shitty, I know, but I’m too much of a chicken to do it another way.

We pull up in front of the club and the silence in the limo is deafening. Tate takes my hand, and in the sweetest gesture, kisses my palm.

Tate smiles softly, his eyes focused on where he’s holding my hand. He flicks his dark eyes to me.

“I want to try harder for you, Devon. I want to be what you need.”

The air leaves my lungs and I duck my head to smile. He’s too charming for his own good.

“That would be nice,” I say, if only it could happen.

I should tell him I’m moving away. That we can’t start anything because of it. Why wait until tomorrow? I have the perfect opportunity right now. But if Tate needs a reason to be a better man, I’ll be that for him. At least for another night.

I check my phone. It’s three minutes to twelve. I need to hurry or I’m going to be late, and Tate will be in trouble.

“I want to date you, Dev. Show you I’ve changed. Earn your trust.”

That’s… unexpected.

“You do?”

Tate leans in, his hand cupping my cheek. “I love you, Devon.” He kisses the side of my mouth and before I can react, he’s out of the limo and offering me his hand. Hesitantly, I take it. I don’t want to leave him, don’t want to go home—at least not alone.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” he says with a small smile.

I glance at the door, knowing I have to go. Here is another opportunity to tell him the truth, but my mouth stays shut.

What if he means it? What if he really changes? Is Tatum Winters worth it?

The urge to leap into his arms is overwhelming. I wish he would kiss me again, show me how badly he wants me. It’s a terrible idea, I know that. I’m digging myself into a hole, I know that too. But I can’t help it because I’ve loved Tate forever. Why did I think this would end well? It already hurts leaving him now…

Before I can do something stupid, like tell him to come home with me or sneak into my room because he’s likely going to my home anyway, I step away, giving him a smile. And just in time, it seems.

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