Page 43 of Unbreak Me
“I have guilt too, Eve, and this is where I’m going to get your anger out.” He turns and paces the floor like a lion put into a cage. “You have to know that I waited. I waited so damn long for you, praying you would come back. At first, it hurt like hell, and then, as the months went by, it turned to anger. I almost went mad thinking about you being with someone else when all I could think about was you. A sick part of me wanted to hurt you in the only way I knew how.”
“What are you saying, Ryder?” My heart feels tight in my chest, and I start to feel sick to my stomach. I know I’m not going to like what he has to say.
“About six months ago, I started letting girls take me home. I had given up on you ever coming back, and I wanted to try and feel alive again.” He was right about one thing…he was getting my anger out. I feel it rise to the surface as I face the guilt in his eyes.
“And did you? Did fucking other girls make you feel alive again? While I was crying myself to sleep every night trying to find my way back to you, you were fucking girls to get through it. Perfect,” I snort, throwing my hands in the air. I know I’m notbeing fair. He didn’t know what I was going through or that I was coming back, but I can’t help the jealousy that’s flowing through me right now.
He storms over, invading my space. “I didn’t fuck other girls,” he grounds out. “You were the last one I was inside of.” His hand grabs the back of my neck tightly as he bends down close to my ear. “You were the last one I kissed.” He sucks my neck hard, and his teeth leave a mark. I welcome the pain and the rush of heat that pools between my legs. “The last one I tasted on my tongue. I couldn’t even get hard unless I closed my eyes and pictured you,” he whispers against my skin, sending goosebumps across my arms.
I’m breathing hard, and I don’t know what to feel. I want to cry and scream and throw something all at the same time.
“What did they get in return for sucking your dick?” My eyes blaze into his, and from the look on his face, I guessed exactly right. If he wants to get this off of his chest, then he’s telling me all of it.
“I fucked them with my fingers and then left feeling like I just cheated on a ghost. I couldn’t get out of there fast enough.”
“How many?”
“How many times?” He avoids my eyes and looks away.
“Yes. If we are going to get past this, I might as well know all of it. How many girls sucked your dick.”
“Would you please stop saying it?” He closes his eyes before opening them. “Just six. If I thought for one second you were coming back or that you still wanted me like I wanted you, I would have waited. I would have waited forever for you.” I search his eyes and can see the guilt in them. I know Ryder too well to know this has been eating him up inside since I came back.
I drop to my knees and start unbuckling his pants.
“Eve, what are you doing?” He asks quietly.
“I’m going to be the last one to taste you. Whoever that girl was doesn’t get to be the last any longer.” I unzip his zipper and free him. He’s already swollen and ready as I grip him hard, bringing my hand down in a long stroke, just like he likes. His head bows back, and his beautiful lips part on a moan.
“I want your eyes on me, Ryder. I want my lips to be the only one you ever see around you again.” I don’t know where this strong, confident girl came from, but a fire has been unleashed inside me, and all I want to do is remind him of what I can give him. I want him to know he’s mine.
“You’re all I ever see. Even when I didn’t want to because it hurt too much, I still saw only you,” he says in a strained voice as I lick his arousal off his tip. Wrapping my lips around him, I bring him deep into my mouth. I hear a moan, but I don’t know if it was me or him. It’s been so long since I’ve tasted him, and I feel myself get wet as he grips my hair tightly.
“Fuck, you feel so good. I’ve missed your mouth around my cock. No one has ever made me feel the way you do.”
I go deeper and faster, wanting to brand this image into his head. His hands dig into my hair, and I can tell he’s close. I grab his ass and bring him to the back of my throat. His shout rings out in the bedroom as I greedily take every last drop he gives me.
“Jesus Christ,” he pants. I stand up and lick my lips as satisfaction weaves its way inside. “Feel better knowing you are the last?” His voice is breathless, and his chest heaves as his body fights to get under control.
“I do feel better,” I smirk.
I watch him remove his t-shirt and toss it to the floor before stepping out of his shoes and pants. He stands completely naked in front of me, and I take my time looking at him. God took his time with this one. He’s made to perfection. I’ve never seen anything more beautiful. With his broader shoulders and chest now covered in several more tattoos, he only looks moredangerously sexy to me. The gleam in his eyes tells me we are nowhere near being done here.
“I want to see you.” His eyes rake over my body and leave a scorching path in its wake. I fumble with the buttons on my blouse before sliding it down my arms, where it lands at my feet. My heels go next, along with my skirt and thong.
His eyes watch my every movement as my body starts to crave him. Reaching behind me, I unclasp my bra, letting it hit the floor. He’s already swollen and ready for me again as he fists his hands by his side. He steps closer until our chests are almost touching.
“How is it possible that you got even more beautiful?” His hand skims down my neck before torturing both of my breasts. I gasp when he pinches my nipple hard, sending desire straight to my core.
His hand moves down lower and cups my wetness. He moans when he finds my body ready for him. “I don’t know how many times I stroked myself to images of you. My heart was destroyed, but my body craved you like it needed you to live. Did you lie in bed at night, touching yourself to images of me? Wanting my dick inside of you so badly that you thought you were going to die without it?” He pushes two fingers in, and I moan at the invasion.
“Yes,” I whisper. “I thought about you every second of every day. The nights were the worst, and I wanted you next to me so badly. I would touch myself, wishing it was you, and then cry myself to sleep because you weren’t.”
Groaning, he sucks my bottom lip before frantically kissing me. Our tongues collide and seek that connection. He breaks away, breathing hard, his eyes lit with a storm that’s brewing.
“You’re mine, Eve. You’ve been mine since the day we met. I don’t care if the devil himself comes to you and threatens you.You are never to leave again. Ever.” He grips the side of my face and pierces my soul with the untamed look in his eyes.
“I barely survived leaving you once. A second time would end me.”
