Page 2 of Break: Vol. 2

I grimaced as I rubbed my thumbs against Taylor’s temples. “Which I didn’t get,” I gently reminded him.

“You’ll get something better,” Cody assured me from across the room.

Casting a small smile in his direction, I moved my fingers from Taylor’s temples down to his shoulders and began to knead. Within minutes, he was putty in my hands—groaning, sensuous,loudputty. I held back a laugh.

“What’s better, Taylor?” Darren called. “Sex or a massage from Jamie?”

Taylor sighed as I pulled my hands away and rounded the couch to crawl into his lap. His arms closed around me and he nuzzled against my neck. “If it’s sexwith Jamie—then it’s sex every time,” he answered just before he bit down on the side of my throat, causing me to moan softly.

Taylor nibbled lightly until I couldn't help but giggle, but as soon as he'd gotten that from me his hands began to work down my back. I grinned wickedly and leaned into him as I tipped my face up for a kiss.

I loved kissing Taylor. I mean, sure, I loved the sex too. Sex with all my guys was off the charts hot. Hotter than any fumbling experience I'd ever had before. But sometimes, just relaxing into a hot make-out session was nice—just what the doctor ordered. I relished lying against him, pressing my breasts into his chest as his fingers traced my spine and made me shiver with want and need. I loved it when his tongue snuck out to play with mine or when he would pull away and make me chase him.

Kissing was a game to Taylor. It was a fun exploration. That's what I loved so much about him. He was easy-going. Laid back. He made the rest of the world fall away as he cuddled against me and tangled his tongue with mine.

It wasn’t until a shadow fell over us that I realized how absorbed we had been in each other. Dex leaned on the back of the couch, arching a brow as he looked down at us. I lifted up and stared straight back at him. “Oh, don’t let me stop you,” he said, waving at Taylor. “Please continue.”

I shook my head and leaned down, pressing one last, quick, kiss to Taylor’s mouth before I rose from the couch. “No,” I said with a sigh. “No more for me right now; I have to meet Roxi at the coffee shop in—” I glanced at the microwave clock in the kitchen and grimaced “—well I was supposed to meet her five minutes ago. So, she’ll be calling any—”

As if she could hear me explaining myself now, my phone rang from inside my purse that hung on the back of one of the chairs at the table. I sighed again, waving a hand towards it. “Will one of you grab that and tell her I’m on my way, I have to get my shoes from the bedroom.” I turned and headed down the hallway as I heard Cody answer my phone.

“Hey, Rox, yeah. She’s grabbing her shoes. She’ll be there soon. ‘Kay. Yeah. Just let her know when she gets there."

I hurried to grab my sandals and slip them on and by the time I made it back to the living room, Cody was standing there with my phone in one hand and my purse in the other. I took both from him and leaned up to peck him on the lips. “Thanks,” I said against his lips.

Cody opened his mouth and deepened what I had only meant to be a light kiss, and for several seconds, I lost myself in the feel of his lips against mine. I pulled away reluctantly. “I have to go,” I said, a hint of whining in my tone.

Cody grinned and winked before ushering me out the door.

Chapter 2

The inside of the university coffee shop was jam-packed with students. Some were studying at one of the sparse tables set out along the patio, while others stood impatiently in line, waiting for the one cashier at the counter to hurry along. A couple of months ago, that had been Roxi. The manager of the campus coffee shop seemed to think that one cashier per shift was all they ever needed. She had been and was still currently wrong. Thankfully, Roxi had quit working there and gotten a much better gig within the theater department. The less bitching about her underpaid job, the better. Besides, she was moving on to bigger and better things.

I headed for the line before I heard a voice call out to me. I turned and saw Roxi waving at me from just a few steps to the front of the line. Her dark brown hair was swept up in a ponytail, leaving the base of her neck bare to show off the small hint of a tattoo at her neckline. Ignoring the scathing glares that several others still waiting in line sent me, I moved towards her.

"Hey," I called as I got closer.

"You're late," she said, pushing her lower lip out into an exaggerated pout.

I sighed. "Yeah, I know. I'm sorry. I got distracted."

Her pout dried up almost immediately. "Cody told me," she said, offering a smile instead. "It's no big deal. Here, give me your order and money and I'll get the drinks. You go find us somewhere to hang. I don't want to get stuck standing around or walking while we chat."

"Good idea." I handed her my card and told her my order before scooting past the less than pleased customers waiting their turn.

The inside was a madhouse. There was barely any room to breathe let alone sit down. Outside wasn't much better. I circled the seating area and just as I was ready to give up, a small study group called it quits and began getting up from their corner table. As soon as they were clear, I bolted for the table. I slammed my bag down on the tabletop just as another student came running up.

"Hey! I was here first!" the tall, skinny, blonde snapped.

I looked pointedly down at my bag and then at her feet which were stopped several feet away. I cocked my head to the side. "I don't think so. I'm sorry, but I definitely claimed the table first."

She glared at me before turning her back. Just as she was leaving, I thought I heard her mutter, "Fucking bitch."

Shocked by her vehement reaction over losing a stupid seating place, I watched her as she left. I didn't even notice Roxi until she set two clear frappe cups, with the coffee shop's logo on the front, on the table and sat down.

"Nice spot," she complimented.

"Huh?" I looked down. "Oh, yeah. Thanks." I sat down and reached across the table for my green tea Frappuccino. Roxi eyeballed it with something akin to confusion.

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