Page 148 of Did They Break You

“You like that your friends were the last guys to fuck with me?” I counter, emotions warring in my chest. My heart. Lust. Anger. Confusion. My head spins with all of it.

His fingers trail up higher, his grip tighter, his mouth so close to mine. “Shut up, Remi.”

I reach out and grab his shoulders, like he’s an anchor. “But they were,” I breathe out as his fingers pull at the waistband of my leggings. I shift my hips, letting him. “Storm. Brinklin.Chase.”Tasting their names makes my stomach convulse, my throat closing up. But I want him to hear it. What he let them do to me. “They were the last men inside of?—”

“Shut.Up.”

He’s yanking down my pants, shoving his hand into my underwear, curling his fingers into my pussy as I adjust myself to give him better access, my words lost on a moan.

“They were?” he snarls, fucking me roughly with his fingers as I hold onto him. “They were the last men inside of you?” He nudges my head to the side with his nose, and his teeth come to my neck, biting down hard.

I yelp and he pushes two fingers in, and out, deeper, harder.

“I think that was me, baby. In the fucking library.”

His mouth comes crashing over mine and I open for him, spreading my thighs wider, my pants around my ankles as he fingers me, his tongue sweeping over mine.

But then abruptly, he pulls back, his fingers coming out of me as he swipes them on my thigh, letting me feel how wet I am for him.

Even that’s gone after a moment, his hands on his lap as he stares at me, his eyes on mine.

I’m panting, glancing down at my bare thighs, my black cotton underwear shoved to the side. I look up, out the window of the truck. Into the darkness.

The abyss.

The hairs on my arm stand on end when he says, “Come here.”

Just like that night.

Before.

It’s a do over.

I swallow, running my palms over my thighs. “Cortland, I?—”

“Remi. Come.Here.”

I turn to face him, seeing his Marlboros in the console, the lighter too.

“I want you in my lap, Remi.” There’s need in his voice.

I keep staring at the black lighter. “Van will be looking for?—”

“I don’t give a fuck. Get your ass in my lap.”

But he doesn’t touch me. He doesn’t haul me over.

It’s my choice.

I take a breath. Another. Then I push off my shoes, my eyes finding his in the darkness. Just like that night in the park, he moves his seat back, his eyes locked on mine.

I kick off my pants, pull my legs up, turn to cross over the console.

He grabs my hips, and I’m straddling him, my knees sinking into the leather seat of his truck. His hands come to my hips, mine to his hoodie, trying to yank it up. He smiles, releasing me to cross his arms over his chest, pulling it over his head, tossing it in the back of the cab. I inhale his pine scent, my hands back on his shoulders, over his black shirt, as his palms ride up my sides.

He yanks me closer, and I grind against his erection, my core heating with every touch.

“I’ve missed this. I’ve fuckingmissed you.”His breath fans my mouth and I angle my head, dragging my lips along his.

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