Page 142 of Breaking Away

Is that what happens when you let someone in? Can you expect them to stick around, even when you’re hurting?

A stray thought comes to me.

What if I told the team? What would they do?

I’m thinking—then my mind blanks, for she’s rubbing my arms, soothing me. Her touch goes across over my hips, thumbs stroking bliss into those tight muscles. I groan.

It pushes her on. She massages more and more until her wrist runs into the bulge of my erection.

I buck my hips before I can help myself.

She presses kisses along my back. “Let me.”

Her hand dips into my sweatpants and finds my cock.

Fuck.

“You don’t have to,” I rattle out, my words staccato. “Not when I can’t?—”

“What did you tell me before?” She strokes up and down. “Oh, yeah. This ismyturn.”

“I need to touch you.”

“I absolutely don’t care. You can’t. You have to rest.”

“I thought the pain in my knee was torture.Thisis torture,” I growl, my hips moving without permission, pushing me into her hand.

“Is this good for you?” There’s a smile in her voice, finally.

“It’s so good, love.”

Against me, Kavi’s heartbeat spikes. I’m not thinking straight. I’ve called her love, probably not for the first time, but back then we were both mindless. Now she hears it properly.Shit.

She’s not pulling away. If anything, Kavi’s hand picks up speed.

“I won’t last,” I warn her. My voice is guttural.

“Good.”

“If you sit on my face, it won’t hurt my knee. Come sit on my face.”

“No.”

“Just for a few minutes, Princess. Sit on my face.”

“No,” she moans out. Her thumb goes over the head of my cock, and then she pumps me harder.

My head presses into the pillow, pleasure erasing pain. I don’t know how to tell her what this does to me. I don’t know how to tell her what she means to me. How much she matters.

All I can do is release, so I do. All over both of us, incoherent and groaning?—

No tangible words make it out. Such a close fucking call. I almost said it out loud to her.

Mine, mine, mine.

You are all mine, Kavi.

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