Page 50 of Break: Vol. 2

“What was that?” he asked. “I could have sworn I heard you say that I was always right.”

“Yes!” I shrieked. I couldn’t take it anymore. Fresh tears poured from my eyes as I laughed and giggled and gasped for air. “You’re right!” I yelled. “You’re always right! You’re the rightest right person to ever right! Now, please! Taylor! Donovan! STOP! I’m going to pee myself!”

“Oh, is that so?” I heard him say. “Well, let's just get rid of these and that shouldn’t be a problem.” With that, his hands slipped up and under my dress, fingers curling around my underwear as he jerked them down.

I gasped again—this time for a completely different reason as he followed my panties down, trailing open mouthed kisses along my thighs. As he slipped my underwear off my feet and rose back up, I spread my thighs open and he settled between them. Taylor’s hair fell forward and I reached up, brushing the dirty blondish-brown locks out of his eyes.

“Trust me, sugar tits,” he said, pressing a sweet kiss to my lips. “We’ll never leave you alone to be sad. And I can promise you, I’m definitely right about that.”

I shook my head, a smile tugging at the corners of my lips. “I do trust you,” I said. “And I hope you know, I don’t believe in divorce—so after tomorrow, you’re locked in. Forever.”

“Promise?” he whispered against my mouth.

I nodded, sliding my tongue out and letting it twine with his as he fumbled for the button of his jeans. Undoing the clasp and unzipping in record time, I groaned as Taylor rose up once more, his hands moving to grasp under my thighs as he pushed his cock towards the entrance of my pussy.

“I promise,” I gasped out as he thrust inside. “Fuck—I promise…”

“Good,” was all I heard as a reply before all of my senses dissolved into pure lust and adrenaline as he pumped into me, reaching between us and flicking my clit as we were flung incredibly fast towards a sparkling release waiting just beyond the edge.

He pushed me up and over the cliff of orgasm faster than ever before and then—together—we fell into the abyss.

* * *

Something warm surrounded me,firm and secure. I cuddled closer, pressing my nose into the strong throat I weaseled my way under. Taylor grumbled against me, shifting as he moved his other arm out from beneath my body to curl over my shoulder. I smiled without opening my eyes. That is until…

“Jamie?” I groaned, peeking my eyes open and flashing them to the doorway. Cody stood there, frowning. “Sorry,” he said, “but you’ve got a … erm … visitor.”

My brows drew down low over my eyes as I quickly and quietly extracted myself from Taylor’s grasp. He grumbled once more but rolled over and pulled a pillow to his chest as compensation for my absence.

“What’s going on?” I asked as Cody led me into the hallway. “Who is it?”

“It’s your mother.” I looked up when rather than Cody, who I'd expected to answer me, it was Dex.

“My mom? What’s she doing here?”

He sighed. “I assume to talk about what went down tonight.”

I lifted my hand and bit the edge of my thumbnail. Should I go? Should I ask them to tell her to talk to me tomorrow—when everything was over? Or was that the coward’s way out?

It was totally the coward’s way out, I decided with a frustrated huff.

“Where is she?” I finally asked.

“Living room.” Dex gestured behind him. “Everyone’s been off and on the phone all night. Dare’s finally asleep. She tried calling us, but we knew you weren’t answering, so we didn’t either.”

“How’d she know where to find us? We just moved in.”

Cody grimaced. “I’m afraid I might have something to do with that,” he said, rubbing the back of his head, ruffling the red strands of his hair so that they all stood up at an awkward angle. To be fair, though, he still looked like a fucking model—especially since he wasn’t wearing anything more than a pair of low-slung sweats. “When I was talking to them earlier, I told them that we were living at the Balden Suites. She must have looked it up.”

“But how’d she know which one?” I mused. “Unless you—”

“No, no, she said she asked the doorman if anyone new had moved in and which floor they were on,” Cody answered quickly.

I nodded. “Well, I guess I can’t put this off anyway,” I said.

“You want us to leave you alone with her?” Dex asked.

“Yeah, I think that’d be best.” I headed for the living room. “Don’t worry. She’s my mom. She’s probably just worried about what this all means. Come tomorrow, we’re still getting married.”

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