Page 93 of Unbroken

He was just as exhausted as we were.

I braced my hands on the countertop as Blakely dragged her tired eyes to mine. My favorite smile tilted her lips, and she pushed off the door.

“Our friends are exhausting,” she said as she took slow, measured steps toward the kitchen.

When she was within reaching distance, I grabbed her waist and tugged her forward until she was pinned between me and the counter. “That they are.”

I reached up and twirled a lock of her hair between my fingers. I loved the way it had dried from her shower earlier intousled, messy waves that shaped her face. “You’ve got to be exhausted,” I said. I brushed her hair back and gripped the side of her neck, tracing the smile that still sat on her lips.

“I am,” she whispered.

“Do you want me to go?”

She sucked my thumb into her mouth and twirled that skillful tongue around it. My already thickening cock was appreciative, especially of the devious glint that shone in her eyes.

Around my thumb, her smile turned dirty and playful before she bit down hard enough to hurt but not enough to injure.

She released my finger, and the impressions of her teeth were deep under my second knuckle. “Leave now, and I’ll never forgive you.”

With a warning like that, I wasn’t going to argue. But she’d had a long, emotional day, and I didn’t want to push her to do anything that she didn’t absolutely want.

“I won’t leave, but we don’t have to?—”

Her palm covered my mouth before I could finish my sentence. She shook her head and raised a dark eyebrow. “Don’t say it. I don’t do anything I don’t want to do, Devon. Okay?” When I didn’t say or do anything, she warned, “I’m not removing my hand until you agree.”

So, I nodded, and she let her palm fall and settle on my chest.

“I’m not broken, Dev. Remember?”

My hands slipped into her soft, unruly hair, and I ran my thumbs down the sides of her neck. “Remember?” I asked, brushing our lips together. Her quick intake of breath was so soft I could barely hear it over the pounding of my heart. “Sweetheart, I could never forget.”

She fitted her mouth to mine, and any hesitation I’d had was burned away at the warmth of her tongue over my bottom lip. We both moaned as her hands slid around my back and flattened against my shirt.

God, there were too many layers between us. I needed her naked and moaning with my cock deep inside her.

“Bedroom,” she muttered against my lips. “There are innocent eyes out here.” She glanced back at Tato, who was still dead asleep on the couch and laced her fingers through mine. With a knowing smile, she tugged my arm until I followed her down the hallway.

I closed the door behind us, and the room descended into darkness. The only light was filtering in from the cracked bathroom door and from the moonlight between the parted curtains. The door clicked shut, and I turned only to stop in my tracks.

Standing in the middle of the shadow-filled room, it struck me how beautiful and strong Blakely was. And I couldn’t move until I fully appreciated it. That was until that flirty, tempting smile slipped over her lips once again, and I couldn’tnottouch her for another second.

I strode across the room, prepared to place a bruising kiss on those lips, but when I reached her, Blakely dropped to her knees.

The sight of it was enough to do me in. Her gray eyes looking up at me through dark lashes, waiting and expectant.

Frozen in place, I’d stopped too far away, so she reached forward and hooked a finger through my belt loop and tugged me forward another foot.

“What—what are you—” Words were hard when all the blood that was supposed to be in my brain had swiftly pounded south.

Her hands carefully pushed my shirt up and loosened my belt. “Well, I really love my new barstools,” she said. She stared up at me as she popped the button on my jeans and slowly lowered the zipper. “Likereallylove them.”

She pushed my jeans down just far enough to expose my black briefs. All I could do was watch in shock and awe as her fingers danced over where the fabric was pulled taut over my dick. My hands flexed at my sides, vibrating with the urge to push them through her hair as she leaned forward and pressed a wet, open-mouth kiss to the fabric.

A broken, whimpered sound broke from my lips as I closedmy eyes and tipped my head back.Fuck, it was already too much.

Too caught up in trying to keep myself together, my eyes popped open when I felt a bite of pain and a sensation very different to Blakely’s warm mouth. I glanced down to find her nails dragging down the fabric over my shaft.

“If I’m going to be down here, I need you to watch every second.”

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