Page 31 of A Little Broken

“Yeah, I’m aware this isn’t your first rodeo, but thanks for the reminder.” She rolls her eyes.

“What? It doesn’t turn you on?”

“You being a famous rockstar who’s had your dick in who knows how many holes?” She scoffs. “Hardly.”

“Yet here you are,” I point out. “Spread out beneath me, your taste still on my tongue and requesting a third orgasm.”

Her eyes drop to my mouth as if my words alone are enough to get her there again before she meets my gaze once more. “Give me a little more credit. Maybe your charming personality got you here.”

“Is that right?”

“Mm-hmm. That and your body.” She drags her fingers beneath my shirt and along my spine, spreading a trail of goosebumps across my skin as she continues, “Although, if you want to stay here, you need to promise me something.”

“What?”

I dive in for another kiss, but she presses her hand to my chest, stopping me. “One night only,” she whispers.

I pull back, surprised by the sheer stubbornness in her pretty gaze. “Isn’t that my line?”

“I mean it,” she pushes. “At the show, you said you like the chase.” She licks her lips. “Promise you won’t chase me.”

“Tate—”

“Promise me.”

A stone lands in my gut. She wants me to promise I won’t chase her after this? I stare at her, confusion and intrigue coursing through me. She really is serious. She only wants one night. One time. One memory to take with her as she goes about the rest of her life. And, it’s not like I want more, but…damn.

She’s confident. I’ll give her that much. I’ve never had a girl draw a line in the sand like this. Like it really is meaningless. Like the only reason I’m here is to get her off. And even though I’ve been in her shoes more times than I can count in this profession—only wanting one thing from the girls I pick up after a show—it doesn’t soften the hit to my ego.

So this is what it feels like. To be on the other side. To be the one pushed away. Fuck, I don’t think I like it.

Refusing to let it go, I challenge, “What? You afraid I’ll get attached or something?”

“Promise me, Pax.” It’s a whisper. A plea. And fuck, if it doesn’t mess with my head.

“I promise.” Unzipping my jeans, I shift them down and slip on a condom. Once it’s in place, I grab her thigh, hooking it over my hip until my cock is pressed against her slit. “Ready?”

“Do you always ask your conquests that question?”

“Do you always chat this much when fucking?”

“Well, since we aren’t technically fucking yet?—”

Her jaw drops as I thrust into her, practically ripping the girl in two. And maybe I would’ve if I hadn’t primed her earlier. Twice. Her core squeezes around me, practically weeping.

“Again,” she begs.

I pull out of her, then shove myself back inside, and she gasps. “Just like that. Slow and hard.”

Doing as I’m told, I repeat the movement, but this time she jerks her hips into the air and meets me halfway. Fuck, I’m so deep, part of me wonders where she ends and I begin. Her centersqueezes around me with every thrust. I swear I’m about to black out as she tugs me into her and kisses me, hooking her legs around my waist.

“Careful,” I growl. “If you keep squeezing me like that, I’m gonna come.”

Her walls constrict around me again, and her breath brushes against my lips. “If you keep hitting that spot, then I’m gonna come.”

My fingers dig into her thigh, and she arches her back even more, squeezing her eyes shut and clawing at my shoulder blades beneath my shirt as if she’s determined to drag me down with her.

“Just.”Thrust.“Like.”Thrust.Her nails find my scalp and scrape against it as she falls apart beneath me, her body tensing then melting like before. “Pax,” she moans.

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