Page 6 of Break: Vol. 2

I thumped back onto the mattress on my back and half crawled, half scooted until I almost pressed into the headboard. Darren moved up my body, more animalistic than I'd ever seen him. He took one of my legs, stretched it out, and hooked it over his waist as he slowly shifted so that our pelvises aligned. A gasp left me as Darren took his cock in hand, directing it straight to my entrance. Then, with no more precursor, he slid right inside. Straight to the hilt. I moaned at the fullness, my muscles contracting around him, squeezing until we both groaned.

"God, I've missed this," Darren half whispered, half panted.

I laughed—if there was one thing I loved about the relationship with my guys, it was that they could make me laugh all while making me cream my now nonexistent panties. "We just had sex two days ago," I reminded him as he thrust forward, anchoring our hips together so that when we collided the base of his cock brushed against my clit. I gasped and wiggled.

"Two days," he panted, thrusting again, "too long."

I moaned when he hit a spot deep within that lit me up. Maybe it was just the ringing in my ears or the stars that were bursting behind my eyes, but I swore he growled when I arched my back. Whether he did or not, though, one thing was clear—Darren was losing his shit in the best way possible. He pumped into me harder than ever, his hands gripping my hips and using his hold to pull me onto his cock until the feel of him spearing through my pussy actually began to hurt. I didn't care. I literally could not have given a single shit at the pain because the pleasure that followed made everything better.

Dare's head tilted down as his eyes drifted to where our bodies met, his cock inside of my pussy. I followed his gaze, watching as he withdrew, his cock covered in a thin layer of our combined juices. A low moan rose out of my throat. I closed my eyes, relishing in the sensations—trembling with desire and need that demanded to be fulfilled. Everywhere Darren touched me, sparks shot off, lighting me up, pushing me that much further towards a crescendo I was more than ready for. Our hips collided almost violently, thrashing. My nails sank into his shoulders, scraping downward as my whole body shuddered with release. Darren growled low in his throat, stilling over me and pressing me back into the bed with what felt like all of his weight.

I gasped when, finally, he released a breath and then rolled to the side, moving me with him and tucking me into the crook of his arm. Panting and covered in sweat, I smiled as the extra tingles from our exertion continued to race through me. “Damn,” Darren said, panting.

My smile widened. “Damn is right.”

He nodded. “Sweetheart, I think you broke me," he confessed. “I can’t feel my legs.”

My chest shook with how hard I tried—and failed—to keep my laughter in. “Oh, don’t worry, you big baby,” I teased. “I’ll take care of you even if you can't walk. Want me to get up and get something to wipe you down with?"

Immediately, he rolled to cover me. “Nah, I got it.” He kissed me sweetly on the nose before sliding off the other side of the bed.

Darren grabbed a pair of boxers, put them on, and then left the room. I grinned with amusement as I heard Taylor whistle a catcall on the other side of the door. Grabbing a sheet, I sat up, holding it to my chest. Several minutes later, Darren reappeared with a wet washcloth. “Here you go, sweetheart.” He handed me the cloth and I quickly went about cleaning up before I grabbed one of his discarded t-shirts and slid it over my head. It fell down to my thighs.

“So, why’d you come to get me?” I asked.

“It’s date night—I know you were gonna study with us instead, but Dex wanted to watch that new psycho-flick and Cody ordered pizza; it’s out there now if you want some.”

“Oh, pizza!” I was out the door before he could say anything more.

“Looking hot, babycakes,” Taylor commented as I passed him on my way to the kitchen. “Wearing anything under that shirt?”

I reached the counter and stuck my tongue out at him. He turned abruptly and snatched me up against him, making me gasp. His mouth slammed over mine, tongue sinking deep. Groaning and closing my eyes at the onslaught of lust, I found my hands curling up around the back of his neck and holding on as he swept me up into a kiss that had more heat than a bonfire. When he finally released me, I was panting and trying to catch my breath.

“Darren warned you about that tongue of yours,” Taylor teased, turning and sauntering away as I slumped against the kitchen counter.

Cody's gaze found mine as he looked at me over the top of his laptop screen. "What about Maine?" he asked.

I rolled my eyes, moving on shaky legs to the half-open pizza box on the table. Grabbing a slice and slapping it on a porcelain plate to the side, I sat across from him and nibbled the end. "What's in Maine?"

"Snow," Dex answered before Cody could as he came down the hallway from presumably his own bedroom. "Lots and lots of fucking snow. It's a no from me." Dropping a kiss on the top of my head, he strode past and headed for the refrigerator, pulling a bottled water out and unscrewing the cap before propping himself against the sink. His throat worked as he swallowed.

"It doesn't snow all year long," Cody argued.

"What about Vegas?" I asked.

Dex shuddered. "No." No other explanation. Just a shudder and a 'no' that said he had a story behind that.

I tilted my head and looked at him. "Why not?"

"Bad idea."

"Why is it a bad idea?" Cody joined in. "Vegas is a new idea."

Dex grumbled something before shooting the back of Taylor's head a look as my other boyfriend settled into the couch comfortably, switching on a video game. "What about Taylor's home state?" he offered. "California is good this time of year. It's always warm there. No snow."

Taylor snapped his head around so fast, I wouldn't have been surprised if he suffered whiplash. "No!" he said, horrified.

I frowned. "What? Why not?" I demanded.

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