Page 94 of Broken Princess

“Fuck, Jordy. Fuck.”

It’s too much, too intense. I can’t believe that she’s given another part of herself to me. “Fuuuck!” I growl, shooting off when she clamps around my fingers and clenches her ass around my cock. I collapse on top of her, completely wrecked. I pull out slowly, mindful that she’s probably sore, and discard the condom. Fetching a warm cloth, I return to the bedroom and clean her off before slipping into bed beside her.

The feel of her mouth on me pulls me awake. “Baby, what are you doing?” How long has she been sucking me off? I feel like I’m close already. Her hand drifts to my ass, and I realize what she’s about to do. Grabbing her arms, I pull her up the length of my body. “I told you, that’s not happening.”

“You did me.” She kisses me, sliding her pussy along my length. “Now I wanna do you.”

“Doing me, means riding my cock. Up you go.” I sheath myself and slip inside her, distracting her from her request. I’ll cross a lot of lines, but I’ll never let anyone play with my ass.

Thirty-Six

Jordanna

Logan’s at his desk putting the finishing touches on his article and has convinced me to wait around for him. I’ve been passing the time by looking into Kenneth Ruttledge’s land dispute but there’s not much to go on. I wonder if Kingsley Hollow’s favorite son knows something of his past.

“Logan.”

“Hmm?”

“What do you know about the Ruttledges?”

“They own about thirty percent of the commercial properties in Kingsley Hollow and Bluffs, and make their money in real estate.” He says without looking up.

“What about the land the properties sit on?”

“They purchase some, lease others, and then there are the imminent domain parcels.” He finally looks at me. “Why do you ask?”

“No reason, really. We rent our home and I heard my mom mention the property manager works for them.”

“They have a few residential buildings too. At one point they were looking to buy the block where my studio is. I’m not sure why that fell through though.”

“And what about the land dispute between Kenneth Ruttledge and his neighbor? Know anything about that?”

Sitting back in his chair, he tells me, “There was no dispute. Back then the lands weren’t precisely marked and they both claimed the water belonged to them. After a surveyor came out and re-marked the boundary it proved Kenneth had a claim to another half acre of land. A few years later, the neighbor sold his land and moved away.”

He’s studying me and my response to his answer. “Seriously. What’s with the sudden interest in the history of the town?”

“I’m living here and no matter how much I ask my mom to leave, she won’t, so I might as well learn the things you did growing up.” I shrug as if this is just a casual conversation. “I don’t have a connection to this place. I figured starting with facts might help me build one, and then maybe…”

“Maybe, what?”

“Maybe everyone won’t see me as an outsider if I learn to love it here as much as you do.”

“I think that’s a great idea. I’ll help you get caught up to speed with tons of late night study sessions. We can get started as soon as I’m done here.” His heated gaze says studying is the furthest thing from his mind.

I crack an eye open when the shrill sound of my phone rings from somewhere on the left. I’ve been going non stop for a week. First Veronica needed me to work extra hours, then I covered the recruiting convention in town for the paper, and the grand finale was me going home for Summer’s basketball banquet. Logan’s been a huge help, driving me around and making sure I remember to eat. True boyfriend material. We came back to my dorm room late last night after working in his studio, and crashed.

His hand flays around, searching for my phone to shut it off. It chimes again, alerting me I have a text. He find it and holds it up, showing me it’s a message from my mom.

“Three missed calls. You gonna call her back?”

“Yeah, later. She’s probably just calling to find out if I’m coming home for spring break.” I focus on the numbers illuminated on the screen. “Is that the time?”

“Mm-hmm.”

“Shit, I’m gonna be late for class!” I climb over him, dashing towards the bathroom.

“About spring break. Whatareyour plans?”

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