Page 7 of Every Promise Broken

His forest eyes are glassy and red-rimmed, cheeks pink, and he’s chewing on his bottom lip in a way that feels so goddamn nostalgic, it nearly makes my knees buckle. Reaching out, I use my thumb to pull his lip out from between his teeth, the simple touch sending sparks through my entire body. Breath catching in his throat, he stills, waiting for my next move.

An icy-hot chill travels down my spine as a scene replays in my mind. A memory from years ago, when things weren’t as skewed. A moment, very similar to this one, where Whit waited for my lead. It’s how it always was. But uneasiness settles low in my stomach as I realize that whatever is happening right now, whateverthisis, can’t be from my lead. I can’t steer this ship tonight. Not when he’s upset. Whatever is or isn’t about to happen needs to come from him. It needs to be clear.

So, even though it physically pains me to do so, I drop my hand. His brows pinch together as he meets my gaze. “What are you doing?” he asks in a hushed tone.

“What are we doing, Whit?” I scrub a hand over my mouth roughly, heart nearly beating out of my chest.

He swallows, my eyes tracking the way his Adam’s apple bobs in his throat. I imagine my teeth grating along it, feeling his moan vibrate against my lips. My body heats at the remembrance of how responsive he used to be. How loud he was. Needy. Would he still be like that?

Would he still melt under my touch?

Still tremble with need as my lips covered every inch of his body?

Still beg me for more while drenched in sweat and saliva and cum?

“I need you.”

Three words spoken barely above a whisper.

A secret.

A confession.

My undoing.

My throat is tight as I clear it, pulse pounding in my ears. “You’re sure?” I barely recognize my own voice. It’s rough. Barely restrained.

Whit nods, taking a step closer, putting him right in front of me. His hands shakily come to the buckle on my belt, flicking it open at the same time as his eyes flit up to meet mine. There’s a sadness looking back at me, but there’s also an undeniable, unabashed need swimming in them as well.

“I need you, Connie,” he repeats, voice steady and quiet, the nickname he used to call me sending an inferno through my veins like gas to a flame. “I needthis.”

Stomach bottoming out, I watch as Whit shamelessly drops to his knees as he works my belt, tugging it out from the loops and letting the leather drop to the floor. My eyes can’t help but track the movement, excitement brewing low in my gut. He wastes no time, then flicks my button open, dragging the zipper down to follow. Tugging the denim down over the swell of my ass, he shoves my briefs with them, not even bothering to take them all the way off.

His hungry, lust-filled eyes meet mine before focusing on the thickening cock bobbing in front of his face. The flush to his cheeks darkens, spreading up to the tips of his ears and down to his chest. His tongue pokes out to swipe his lips as he reaches up, wrapping a tentative hand around my shaft. Pleasure soars through my bloodstream from the single touch, and I have to grit my teeth to keep it together. It’s been too fucking long since somebody other than myself has touched my dick, and the last thing I want is for this to be over before it can even begin.

A smirk curls his lips as he pumps me slowly. Long, even strokes from the base all the way to the crown. Something aboutthe way he’s still partially dressed as I stand before him exposed sends another zap of arousal straight to my core.

“Use me,” he husks. “Make me forget about all my stress for tonight.”

Fuck me.Big, round, pleading eyes gaze up at me, the need and desire written all over his face. My cock throbs in his grip, his request echoing in my mind, bouncing around like a ping-pong ball.

Use me.

Make me forget.

I need you.

A better man would put a stop to this. A better man would walk away. Because in no universe is anything that’s about to happen a good idea. In no universe will this end any other way than with my heart in shambles. But I never fucking claimed to be a better man, and I haven’t stopped dreaming about what it would be like to have one more night with the man before me. Haven’t stopped fantasizing about what it would be like to erase that fucking boyfriend’s touch off his body. Replace it withmine. I don’t give a good goddamn what anybody says, Whit is, and always has been,mineeven if he refuses to acknowledge that.

A whimper falls from his pouty, pink lips, and he says the one word that I can’t refuse. The one word that has any resolve I may have had crumbling into a hundred pieces.

“Please.”

A harsh sound rumbles from my chest as I stare down my nose at him. “On the bed,” I growl. “On your back, head dangling off the side.”

Eyes lighting up with glee, Whit immediately kicks into gear, standing up and sliding onto the bed. Before he has a chance to lie down and get into position, I bark out, “Pants off.”

Facing me, lips tugged into a grin, he pushes his pants down, taking his boxers too, and they fall haphazardly onto the ground.His cock juts out, rock hard, the sight making my dick twitch. I allow myself a moment to drink him in like this. Naked, aroused, and allmine.

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