Page 182 of Edge of Unbroken

“Be safe and don’t tell your dad, huh?” I growl.

Cat jumps. “Holy shit, I thought you were sleeping.” She giggles when I slip my right hand underneath her oversized shirt and up her side to her ribs. She stills, though, as soon as I slide my hand to her front and cup her soft breast, grazing my thumb over her nipple. It pebbles with my touch, and my blood heats.

I shift behind her and begin to kiss her neck.

“Ran,” she whimpers as I let my hand glide down her stomach and between her thighs. She pushes her butt against me, my cock growing with need as I softly stroke her against her panties. I feel her get wet, feel her arousal seeping into the fabric of her panties. It’s such a fucking turn-on to know I’m the one doing this to her, that my touch gets her high just like hers makes me completely lose my mind. I hook my thumb under the waistband of her panties and guide them down her hips and thighs before she takes them the rest of the way off. I push her shirt up and over her breasts, kissing the exposed skin on her side all the way up to her ribs. She smells so fucking good, her soft skin warm and delicious under my tongue as she continues to push against me, her ass grinding against me slowly.

“I need you,” I mutter against her skin. She responds by turning her head enough for my lips to meet hers. My tongue delves into her warm mouth, suffocating the moans that escape her when I guide my cock to her entrance, then push into her from behind.

She reaches back, holding onto my hips as I thrust into her, my right hand on her breast, massaging it. Fuck, she’s so soft, so delicious. And even though I already have all of her, I need more. I slip out of her long enough to position myself on my knees behind her, pull her onto all fours, then thrust back into her with my hands on her hips, pulling that perfect ass back and against me as I drive into her. It’s rough, and hard, and raw, but so, so good. If I thought I was hurting her even a little bit, I’d stop, but I can tell she’s high, intoxicated, by the way she pushes against me, whimpering my name.

She rears up, her back meeting my chest as she digs her nails into my hips. I move my left hand around to her front, between her thighs and begin to stroke that tiny, swollen nub while simultaneously rocking into her until I feel her body begin to quiver with her impending orgasm. I don’t let up even once she steps over the edge and her head falls back and against my shoulder, our bodies hot and sweaty as we collide with each other again and again. I could stay like this forever, right here with Cat, never leaving her room, her bed.

Tuesday, April 19th

Ronan

I successfully convince Cat not to go back to court this morning, not to sit through the rest of the trial, and instead go back to school. She’s missed too many days already for this dumb trial, and while I can understand her desire to be there for Steve, Zack, Shane, and obviously me when I had to testify, I don’t think she should jeopardize her grades so close to the end of her senior year of high school only to listen to whatever my mom has to say.

So she gets ready for school—with a lot of distraction and interruption by me touching and kissing her—and then allows me to walk her to school. All fucking eyes are on us when I kiss her deeply before I let go of her hand and watch her walk into the building.

By the time I arrive home, my dad, Penny, and Steve have already left for court. It’s uncomfortably quiet without even the pitter-patter of Onyx’s paws on the hardwood floor. I miss my dog.

I stand in the silent house, letting it all sink in. The last days, weeks, months… I walk into the kitchen—the place where so much of the abuse took place, like it was my own personal torture dungeon—and stand there, too. Then I walk into the living room and stand some more. When I’ve done enough of that, I make myself a bowl of cereal and sit in the quiet, wondering whether my mom has taken the stand by now, if she’s telling the jury about how much of a fuckup I was, how I couldn’t just do as I was told, how I deserved to be punished for my misbehavior. This quickly causes me to lose my appetite and restlessness to rise in my chest.

As if he somehow has a sixth sense for it, Shane calls me, disrupting the anxious thoughts. Thank god for him.

“Are you pensively sitting in that damn house all alone spiraling down some rabbit hole of doom?” is the first thing out of his mouth.

I chuckle. “How ever did you figure?”

“My spidey sense was tingling.”

“That sounds weirdly inappropriate,” I say, making him laugh.

“Only because your mind is rotten. Seriously, though, are you doing alright? I didn’t get a chance to talk to you yesterday, and you didn’t look so good there at the end…”

“Yeah… or, actually, no. I’m pensively sitting all alone at home, spiraling down a rabbit hole of doom.”

He grunts. “I figured as much, which is why I’m sitting in my car outside your house waiting for your ass to walk outside so we can go work out.”

“Okay, yeah, we’re definitely in ‘inappropriate’ territory, you fucking weirdo,” I say, even though I’m so damn grateful that he is, in fact, sitting in his car outside of my house.

“Ah, don’t act like you don’t love it. Get changed and hurry the fuck up. I’m double-parked.”

I do as instructed: change clothes and get into the passenger seat of Shane’s Jeep five minutes later.

“So, no court for you today?” I ask him.

He shakes his head. “I figured you’d probably need me more today,” he says, not taking his eyes off the road.

I’m quiet for a moment, so damn appreciative of my best friend who’s been by my side, unknowingly yet unwaveringly providing me with stability and support since we were kids. Next to Cat, he’s the one other person who always manages to ease my mind, like he instinctively knows what I need. “Normally I’d throw some comeback at you, but… thanks, Shay.”

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It’s not even noon by the time Shane and I are done with our workout, and I’m utterly surprised when we pull up to my house only to see my dad’s black Tahoe parked in the driveway.

“Dad?” I call as soon as I make my way through the front door followed by Shane.

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