Page 90 of Tuned To Break
“God, I missed this.”
“It’s been six hours.”
“Too long.”
He sets a punishing rhythm, hips slamming into mine, hands gripping my wrists and pinning them above my head. I meet every thrust, chasing the next high with his same ferocity.
“You love this, don’t you?” he pants against my throat. “Being fucked like this. Knowing the girls at the spa have no idea what you’re coming home to.”
“Yes,” I gasp.
“Say it.”
“I love it. I love the way you fuck me.”
He groans, shifts the angle, dragging a cry from my throat.
“Say you’re mine.”
“I’m yours.”
He thrusts harder.
“Say it again.”
“I’m yours, Jake. Always.”
That does it. He shudders, spilling into me with a low, rough sound, and the moment tips me over the edge again—nails digging into his shoulders as my body shakes through my release.
We collapse, tangled in sweat and sheets and each other. Several long minutes pass before either of us speaks.
Jake kisses the top of my head. “Welcome home, darl.”
I smile into his chest. “Told you I was ready for everything.”
His chuckle rumbles under my cheek. “Hope you’re ready for round two after dinner. I’m not done with you.”
“Batman’s kinky cousin strikes again.”
“You love it.”
“Yeah,” I whisper, kissing his jaw. “I really, really do.”
We stay tangled, my body humming, his hand tracing slow, lazy patterns down my spine. The quiet settles around us—not heavy; just right.
His fingers pause at the dip of my waist. “You sure you’re okay?”
I nod against his chest, then tip up to meet his eyes. “More than okay.”
He brushes hair from my face, thumb stroking my cheek like he’s memorising me. “You sure? You went quiet.”
“I’m just…” I exhale, sinking into the mattress. “Happy. Like… full-body, stupidly happy, can’t-stop-smiling kind of happy.”
He pulls the sheet higher and tucks me in under his arm, drawing me close until I’m fully wrapped in him. His heartbeat drums beneath my cheek, settling as he exhales into my hair.
“This,” I whisper. “This is what I didn’t know I needed.”
He doesn’t speak at first. Just kisses my head, then murmurs, “You always needed it. You just didn’t know someone could give it to you without expecting something back.”
