Page 187 of Fractured Future
“I just… I can’t do it!” He vehemently shakes his head as if he can force his own feelings out.
“Forget about Tom for a second. Forget all the years we’ve known each other. Forget the rest of the team and this company.”
Pupils darkening the brilliant blue hue all around them, Warner’s breathing accelerates into a racing staccato.
“Tell me what you want.”
For several agonising seconds, I don’t think he’ll crack. Then he licks his lips before roughly answering.
“I want to tell you that I’ve battled tooth and fucking nail not to feel anything for longer than you realise.”
“And now?” I breathe out.
His words form a pained growl. “Now… I’m failing.”
Letting my hands release his t-shirt, I press myself into his firm chest. Every solid line of muscle provides a bittersweet taunt against my heaving breasts.
“I want to tell you that I actually don’t give a fuck if my teammates want something with you too,” Warner admits. “They’re good men. If you make them happy, I want them to have that.”
My lungs halt and seize.
“Frankly, the more protection you have around you, the happier I’ll be. I would die a thousand times over before letting anyone hurt you ever again.”
Hands wrapping around my waist, Warner presses the small of my back so I can feel every inch of him. The pressure isacute. He’s everywhere. Invading everything. Refusing to leave any doubt.
“I’m willing to raze this entire world to the ground to grant you justice.” His whisper is guttural. “Including this team and this company. All I want is to give you the peace you deserve.”
Overstimulated to the point of pain, I let my weak knees collapse inwards when he starts to guide me down to the floor. The shift from denial to desire is the headiest of highs.
We sink to the mat—my spine hitting the spongy material, his body bracing above mine, our hips lined up in perfect symmetry. My entire awareness is comprised of Warner and nothing else. Every sense. Every thought. Every emotion. He consumes it all.
“You’re determined to rip apart my life.” His fingers clasp around my chin and squeeze. “All of our lives. Just to fill that goddamn gaping hole in your chest.”
“Yes,” I confess shamefully.
“You want Hyland’s possessive shit? Axel’s violence and insanity?”
“Yes. I do.”
“You want my attention,” he says ominously.
“Please. Yes.”
“You want all the things I’ve longed to do to your tight, absolutely fucking gorgeous body for years on end, no matter the fractures it’ll cause in our lives?”
“Yes!”
Deliciously forbidden heat slams into me faster than I can push the words out.
“You want me to lay my hands on these soft curves and make you cry out with my tongue?”
“Please…” I whimper. “Yes. I do.”
“Or for me to strip your disobedient ass bare and bury my cock so deep inside your sweet cunt that I won’t have to listen to a second more of you talking back?”
Squirming like a wild animal beneath him, I’m genuinely concerned that if he doesn’t stop, something is going to tear free from my skin.
“I want all of it. I want the family you’re offering.”
