Page 59 of Did They Break You

“Never let them see you sweat, Cortland. That’s a sure sign of weakness.”My mother’s words echo in my head, and I feel exactly that—sweat—beading along my temple, but it’s too late to take my question back now.

Still, I find myself tensing, as if I’m bracing for her to slap me or scream.

But with her nails still lodged into my ribs, so painful I swear she must have torn through my shirt, she just says, “No one,” and I can hardly hear those words even as I feel her breath on my mouth.

My core tightens, everything hot all over again. “No one?” I wonder if she can hear the restraint in my words. If she knows what she’s doing to me with that admission.

I hear something in the dark and feel her lips move against mine. I think she’s shaking her head. “No one,” she confirms, and I feel as if I’m going to fucking explode.“Just you.”

I think about the pack. Chase, Brinklin, Storm.

It wasn’t just me. Maybe she’s lying about every other night after, too. But for some reason, I don’t think so.

“Can I touch you, Remi?”

My nose is lined up with hers, our foreheads still touching.

“Yes,” she answers me, then her tongue darts out to my lip ring, running along the metal and over my mouth.

I suppress a groan, drop to my elbow, planted beside her.

With my other hand, I run my palm over her breast, feel her hard little nipple against my skin. She lets out a breathless whimper that sounds almost like a moan.

Don’t be stupid.Those words are in my head, but her skin is so soft and smooth, the curve of her hips so fucking feminine,that by the time my fingers are on her inner thigh, I don’t think anything could stop me.

I nudge the soft material of her underwear to the side with my thumb, and she’s sohotagainst my skin, I can’t help myself.

I glide my index finger down her cunt, feel how wet she is for me. How she nudges her thighs to the side, her tongue on my lips again.

I push my finger into her pussy, and we’re both moaning.

She’s sohot. Wet and tight, I want to slip another finger inside of her, but I think she was telling the truth. As tight as she is, I don’t even know if she’s fingeredherselfsince that night. I know that’s not how any of this works, but she just feels so perfect.

Her hands slip further down, then slide upunderneathmy shirt, and feeling her fingers on my hot skin, I want to fill her up more. I want more ofmeinside of her.

I push another finger beside mine and she whimpers. I’ve always dreamed of doing these things with her. Not like this, with our history so ugly between us, but it still feels good all the same.

“It’s okay, baby,” I assure her, running my mouth over hers as she breathes into me. “I’ll be gentle.”

Her nails rake down my ribs, then come around my back. She shifts her hips and I pull my fingers out slowly, then plunge back into her, claiming her mouth with my own.

I adjust my fingers, use the pad of my thumb to circle her clit. It’s swollen already, and I wonder if she’s ever had an orgasm before.

That night I was too sloppy, too fucking drunk to give her what she deserved.

“Cortland,” she gasps out, and I don’t mind it. My full name, not when I’m inside of her. No one calls me Cortland, unless they don’t know me.

But hearing it on her lips, against my mouth, I love it.

“Yeah, baby?”

“Don’t stop,” she pleads with me. As if I would.

I laugh against her mouth, then turn my head and bury mine in her neck. I bite her skin, feel her lurch beneath me as her walls tighten around my fingers. Circling her clit faster, I hear her breathing turn into heavy pants. Her arms wrap around my back, and just as she starts to moan, I bite her again, harder, sucking her skin between my teeth.

Her nails rake down my back as she gasps my name, and it’s almost enough to sendmeover the edge.

But I don’t stop pumping my fingers in and out of her slick walls, don’t stop circling her clit until her grip loosens on me and she sounds spent, her breathing labored, less needy.

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