Page 31 of Unbreak Me
“Have you missed my hands on you?” I work her with my fingers just how she likes it. I hear her whimper as I suck her neck hard. “No one knows this body like I do, Eve. No one.” My voice is low and dangerously dark. “I was the first one to ever make you cum. I’m the only one who will EVER make you cum.” I tease her clit, knowing she’s close.
“It’s always been you,” she pants and grinds against me. I remove my hand and suck my fingers clean. Her breaths are shallow as she stares at me. Her blue eyes are clouded with desire before confusion takes over.
“I could make you cum right now with one touch, but I think I’m going to wait. I craved you for three fucking years. I want you to feel what I felt every second of every day since you left.”
She looks at me like I’ve lost my mind, and maybe I have. “I did feel what you felt. You have no idea how bad I missed you. All I wanted was to come back to you.”
“And I do know. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be standing here with your arousal coating my tongue, and I damn sure wouldn’t have fucked you in my shower last night.”
“Then why do this?”
Truthfully, I have no clue why I’m doing this, but I do know it feels good to know she’s just as frustrated and uncomfortable as I am right now.
“Because right now, I have this need to punish you for leaving me,” I admit to her. “I know deep down that it’s not your fault, but the need is still there. If I could turn you over my knee and spank you right now, I would.” I see her eyes widen before something else flashes in the depths of those blues. Her cheeks get a nice pink to them, and I can tell she’s turned on by whatI just said. My dick strains against my boardshorts, and I catch her glancing down before meeting my eyes again.
“Then do it. What are you waiting for?” She challenges me and holds my gaze.
“Now, where’s the fun in that?” I smirk, stepping closer to her and putting my hands on the fridge to block her in. “No, I think I’m going to draw this out just a bit more. I want you thinking about what I want to do to you. I want your body craving me so badly that by the time my hand reddens that perfect ass of yours, you will cum so hard that you will never, EVER think twice about leaving me again. I will own you just like you own me.”
Her chest rises and falls faster. I watch a nice shade of red darken her cheeks. This is exactly what I need. I’ll turn this anger into pleasure for both of us and finally be free from the chains that wrapped around me the moment I came home to an empty apartment. I give her a devilish grin before turning and grabbing the trays, leaving her wet and wanting what she will never walk away from again.
I pullinto the storage unit and get out of Travis’s truck. I’m going to have to make some calls tomorrow about getting another vehicle. The car I have is great for date nights and when I’m by myself, but I have a family now. A car without a backseat isn’t going to work. I need something safer and with more room for my daughter. Luckily, I have a lot of connections in the car industry and should be able to have one delivered quickly.
I find my storage number and unlock the garage door, lifting it up. Everything from Eve and I’s apartment stares back at me. After months of sitting in our place, hoping she would come back, I finally let my brothers talk me into moving and getting out of a place that was slowly suffocating me. I still couldn’t getrid of anything, so I put everything in a storage unit so I didn’t have to look at it anymore.
I walk around and look through the boxes, trying to find what I’m looking for. I stop when I see the drawings Travis made us. He gave them to us the week we moved in. My fingers trace the glass over Eve’s face. She has her head on my chest, and we are both wrapped around each other, grinning like idiots. Her eyes shine brightly, matching the love and happiness in mine. Travis has always been good at making you feel everything when you look at one of his portraits, and this one has me in a chokehold. Never in a million years did I think a year later that she would be ripped out of my life. I rub the tattoo over my chest to ease the ache in my heart that’s starting to form.
I quickly put the picture back and find the boxes I’m looking for. I load them up into the back of the truck and decide to stop by work real quick to see how it held up without me there for two days. I’ve never been away for two days, so I’m afraid of what my office is going to look like.
The waiting room and garage look nice at least as I walk through and check on things. The guys cleaned up after themselves and put everything away for the night, the way I like it. We work on cars worth hundreds of thousands of dollars, some worth millions. I want the workspace to reflect this. When clients come in to inspect us, I want them to be impressed with the gleaming surfaces and high-tech tools we use. If you want to work on high-end cars, you need to look high-end.
My desk, on the other hand, makes me grimace when I see all the Post-its and invoices scattered about. God, I really hope some of the interviews I have lined up this week pan out. Unfortunately, there are only two, and I’m not holding my breath with the resumes I’m seeing. I hope one of them can win me over in person.
I sit down at my desk and scan through the messages the guys left, putting the priorities on top to deal with tomorrow. I open my MacBook and check my emails. I reply to a few from new clients wanting to do business before scanning through the rest.
My eyes spot a new response to the ad I put on Blue Haven’s website. I click on the resume and quickly read it. Sitting up straighter, I grin when I see her experience. She may be overqualified with her business degree, but I’m willing to pay her anything at this point if she’s as good in person as she is on paper. I’m desperate, and now that Eve and Ryland are here, I don’t want to be stuck doing late-night office work just to keep my head above water.
Mercedes Rhodes. I laugh at the irony of her working in an office for cars. I don’t see a number to call, but I shoot a quick email over asking her if Tuesday at eleven would work for an interview. That will give me a day to clean up this mess so I don’t scare her off right away. I put it before my other two interviews because if this one goes like I want it to, there won’t be a need for them. I hit send and pray for the best. I have a good feeling about this one. This could be the one I’ve been waiting for.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
EVE
Istir and open my eyes. I must have fallen asleep on the couch after Ryland went down for her nap. I sit up and blink at the boxes sitting in the living room with me. Ryder must have brought them in while I was sleeping. I glance at Ryland’s bed, and it’s empty. Seeing a note sitting on the coffee table, I pick it up.
Thoughtyou could use these. I took Ryland down to the beach when she woke up. Take your time unpacking. I made room for you in my closet.
I stare at Ryder’s handwriting, puzzled. Unpack? Walking over to the boxes, a laugh escapes when I seeEve’s shitwritten across the top of the boxes in Miles’s handwriting. He was clearly pissed at me when he wrote it, not that I blame him. I open the box and gasp when I see all of my clothes. I dig through them all, my heart pounding in my chest, before sitting back on the floor. He kept everything. All of my things are here, down to my hair ties and blow dryer.
Does that mean he kept everything else? I wipe the tears that silently fall down my face. He held on to every last piece of us just like I did. Hope weaves its way inside a little bit more as I get busy unpacking and washing clothing items that need it.
I hang the last of my clothes next to Ryder’s when I hear the front door open. I smile at Ryland when I come out. She’s wearing a cute sun hat and has her strawberry sunglasses on. She holds out her hands to me, and I take her from Ryder.
“Did you have fun at the beach with Daddy?” I’ve been making sure to use that name a lot around her. I want Ryland to know this is who I’ve been talking about to her. She hasn’t said da-da yet or any version of daddy, so I’m hoping the more I say it, the more she will pick up on it.
“I do,” she grins at me. I love the way she says,I do, instead of yes. I know one day she will grow out of it, and I’ll miss it.
“Let’s get your sandy butt in the bathtub.” I look at Ryder and see him studying me. He still has his black boardshorts on from earlier. His chest is bare and golden from the sun, making my body fully aware that he’s in the room. My eyes skim over the tattoo near his heart before meeting his eyes.
