Page 26 of Those Heartbreak Scars

His lips scrape over my throat. His teeth nip my tender skin. His hips piston unrelentingly, fucking me like he wants to drive out his demons by possessing me.

It sets me on fire. My panties cover up my screams as he drives me closer and closer to the edge of an orgasm. Gray makes me experience things that I’ve never felt with anyone else. He makes me so mad. So freaking angry I could wrap my hands around his neck and squeeze. And he makes me so hot the flames lick up inside me, eating me alive.

My orgasm pounds through me. My inner walls spasm with every punishing stroke.

“That’s it.” Grunting, he thrusts into me one more time before he comes. “My dirty, sweet girl.”

“Mmnnuughphh.” Damn it. I forgot about my panties, and I need to catch my breath.

He hooks his fingers between my lips and tugs the lace free.

“Not yours. Not your anything.” It hurts that I’ll never be, especially when he says things like that. It’s confusing.

“You’re not going to be Everett Mann’s girlfriend.” He pants against my collarbone.

“You can’t stop me. You don’t get a say in who I see or date,” I exhale the words as I push at him. My break must be up, which means any second Vicki is going to come looking for me. “Put me down.”

“He has a type.” Gray keeps me pinned between him and the bricks. “Women who don’t understand that it’s all a game to him. Trust me on this. He’s a player, Ri—”

“America, can you finish, oh…” Vicki gapes when she notices the not safe for work position Gray and I are in. “Lucky bitch.”

“Vicki.” My face grows hot as Gray does his best to shelter me from view.

“Break time is over.” She turns and flounces back inside.

“Shit.” That was awkward.

“Fuck.” Gray shakes his head. He slips out of me and lowers me to my feet before tucking himself back into his pants and buttoning his fly. “Didn’t mean for that to happen. Will you get in trouble?”

“Vicki is cool.” I smooth out my uniform, regretting my new lack of panties when I start to leak. She’s unlikely to report me to the owner. At least not for one indiscretion. “But this can’t happen again. Don’t come to my work. Don’t call me.”

He grabs my elbow as I turn to walk back inside. “About Mann. You’re confident and sweet and you believe everyone is on the level, but you have shitty fucking taste when it comes to boyfriends.” He hesitates. “Men.”

“What does that say about you?”

“Nothing that I probably don’t deserve,” he says.

“America,” Vicki calls out to me. “Move your bleeping arse.”

“Rica, tell me you won’t—”

I yank my arm free. “You have no say, Gray. You’re not entitled to an opinion on what I do with my life.”

“I’m looking out for you. As your friend I am asking you—”

“I should have spit on your Danish,” I snarl at him before I storm back inside the cafe. “No. No. I should have given you the jelly slice. It has a whole layer of Jell-O, Gray.”

He blanches and then turns green. He hates Jell-O beyond any reasonable kind of hate.

He tries to follow me. “Rica—”

“Maldito mamón.” I shut the door in his face and fight my way out of my coat. Where does he get off trying to control who I like and who I see? And what the hell is with shortening my name all of a sudden?

I shove my coat on a hook.

It makes it sound like we’re more intimate than we are. Than we’ve ever been.

My jacket falls on the linoleum.

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