Page 1 of Unbreak Me
CHAPTER ONE
RYDER
They say there is one soulmate, one true love for everyone in the lifetime they are in. The one person, when you see them, the world stops, and everything else ceases to exist. I know this to be true to the very depths of my soul because I found her. I felt what it was like to have that kind of love.
What they don’t tell you is…just because you find it doesn’t mean you get your happily ever after. I found my soulmate, but the cold, hard truth is I wasn’t hers.
“Ryder,” she moans, bringing me out of my thoughts and into the present. My fingers are deep inside her as she grips my shirt tighter. I press her against her living room wall while I give her what she wants. I can tell she’s close as I work her with my fingers, just the way they always like it.
Her hands dig into my hair as I feel her walls start to squeeze my fingers. She cries out as her orgasm hits her. Once her tremors have subsided, I slide my fingers out. I drop my hand to my side, not bothering to taste. She’s not the one I crave on my tongue.
She immediately drops to her knees and frees me quickly, eager to see what’s underneath. Her wide eyes are replaced with hunger as she sees how big I am.
Her hand finds me, and I suck in a breath as she strokes me. When her lips go around me, I do what I’ve always done for the past three years…I picture the girl I can never have again.
I close my eyes and see dark auburn hair cascading down her back with colors that the most beautiful sunset would never be able to capture. Big blue eyes look up as her full red lips wrap around me. She has a dusting of freckles across her cute nose that I’ve traced a thousand times as she lies in my arms.
I grip her hair tighter as she brings me further in, and a moan escapes her lips as I begin to guide her like I want. When she takes me further to the back of her throat, I feel myself tighten. Grabbing her hair, I fuck her mouth harder before shooting into the back of her throat.
“Eve,” I silently moan, unable to stop her name even though I try so hard. The pain is always fresh and new.
Opening my eyes, I come back to the present as the blonde stands up. I think she told me her name was Brittany, but I’m not certain. She’s on vacation with her girlfriends, and I’m just a story to tell her friends back home.
She smiles at me and brings her hands around my neck. When she moves to kiss me, I dodge it and step back from her grip.
“We already talked about this. No kissing.” I fix my pants and raise the zipper.
“I don’t see what the big deal is. It’s just a kiss.” She does her best to pout and look sexy, but it falls on blind eyes.
“Not to me. I told you what to expect when you asked me to come back with you.” This isn’t the first time this has happened, but I’m always honest with them. I promise to get them off, and they get to suck my dick.
I know the girls notice me when I walk into the bar. It’s hard not to notice my brothers and me when we are out. We are all over six feet tall, with dark hair and grey eyes. The girls practically drop their panties on the spot when they see all the tattoos covering hard muscles.
I waited over two years to even let a girl talk me into coming home with her, still holding out hope that she was coming back. I don’t know if I’ll ever want to be inside or taste another. The boundaries I’ve set are enough for now.
“I know. I just thought I could change your mind. I don’t understand why you don’t want to fuck me. All the other guys want to. I know it would be something you would never forget.” Her hand runs along my hard abs, and I grip her wrist to stop it from going lower.
I don’t doubt she has the guys lining up. She’s a beautiful blonde with a great body, but she’s not her. I know eventually, I’ll need to get her out of my head, but for now, this is the last thing I have to hold onto. She was the last one I was deep inside of, and for the longest time, I thought she was my last. I don’t want to replace that memory just yet.
“It’s nothing against you. It’s my own ghosts that I can’t let go of.” I walk to the door of the condo she rented for the week.
“I can make you forget,” she says, trying one last time.
“If it were that easy, I would have fucked her out of my system a long time ago.” I hear her frustrated sigh as I walk out the door. She’ll forget about me in an hour and have someone new to play with, so I’m not worried about her in the slightest.
I guess that’s the perk of living in a small town in Florida. We get vacationers all year round, and the girls are all too eager to have some fun during their wild week here. It’s less messy that way because they are gone and forgotten the minute they leave town.
I fish my keys out of my pocket and hit the button to unlock my car. The only girl I ever bring back with me is standing two feet away. I restored her from the ground up, making her just the way I wanted. I open the door to my black Porsche and slide in on the leather seats. Pushing the ignition, she roars to life. I can’t help but grin every time I hear that beautiful sound. Shifting into first, I peel out of the parking lot and head along the coast.
I’ve lived in Blue Haven my whole life and know these roads like the back of my hand. Growing up, I’ve gotten in trouble more than once for my thrill of speed. My love for cars goes way back to playing with Hot Wheels when I was younger.
I was told my dad was a car guy, so I guess I got it from him. I was three when both my parents died in a plane crash. My Aunt Meaghan and Uncle Trevor took me in without hesitation, and that night, I became a part of their family with three new brothers and a sister. Aunt Meaghan and Uncle Trevor became Mom and Dad. They’ve been the only parents I’ve ever known, and I owe them everything.
As soon as I could work at fourteen, I begged Jimmy for a job in his shop. He restored exotics in town and taught me everything I know. Every weekend, he would take me to car shows around Florida. Eve loved and supported my passion and would go with us whenever she could sneak away from her parents’ watchful eye.
When Jimmy passed away, I was only twenty, and it was like losing a parent all over again. His family had no interest in keeping the garage. By then, I had close relationships with a lot of the clientele and had made a name for myself in the car community. People were still wanting me to work on their cars, so with the help of my dad and another client, Kevin, who had money to spare, I secured a loan to buy the place from Jimmy’s family.
I’ve worked my ass off the past three years, doubling the revenue and making a name for myself. I paid back my dad and Kevin and now am the proud owner ofRyder’s Restores. This shop has saved me in more ways than one. Shortly after Jimmy died, Eve left without a trace. My work has kept me getting up each day and putting one foot in front of the other. When I work on a car, it’s the only time when my thoughts are silent, and it’s just me and the beautiful machine in front of me. Everything else fades away, and it’s the only time I feel at peace.
