Page 15 of Beautifully Broken
Her hands push against my chest once more and her legs hold me tight against the glass.
“What? You don’t believe me?”
My brow raises. “Do you really want to kill me?”
Her hips brush against mine once more and I catch the slight hitch in her breath as her clit brushes against my hard cock.
Gotcha Ivy.
Fanning my arms out to the side, I look up to the sky. “Fine. Kill me. But just one more thing before I go?”
Blaire huffs and crosses her arms over her chest, pushing her breasts up. “What?”
A chuckle escapes me and I fling myself forward, wrap my arms around her legs, and hoist them up wrap around my waist. A small scream escapes her as I spin us back around and rest her plump ass on the railing.
“What the fuck, Ezra?! Put me down!”
Her head snaps down to the ground below and her body starts to shake. My lips find the base of her ear as I push my erection into her exposed pussy. “If I go, you go with me. Because there is no me without you and there is no you without me.”
Blaire’s nails dig into my back and I fight the groan that wants to escape. Instead, grinding my aching cock into her wet pussy.
Oh, Ivy Girl. You may say you hate me, but your body says otherwise.
“Ezra. Please.” Her voice is breathless and I can’t tell if she is turned on or scared. Mostly likely both.
Our eyes lock in an impenetrable gaze. Her ivy colored eyes shine with heartache, pain, and years of hurt.
The second her lips quiver, my control snaps and I press my mouth against hers. Blaire remains unmoving for a second before her lips move against mine.
The kiss turns desperate in seconds and my hands move to her hair, pulling at the light strands.
Blaire’s legs tighten around my waist and a moan escapes me as she grinds her pussy against the exposed head of my cock. I don’t think she is aware of the movement and I know I should stop her. This is not how this is supposed to go. But I can’t.
Blaire is the best kind of drug. Highly intoxicating and addictive. One taste, one look, one touch and no other high will ever replace the one I am feeling in this moment.
Our chemistry is overwhelming and almost suffocating. That’s how it was back in high school and the time apart hasn’t changed a damn thing.
I feel Blaire’s chest shake against mine and my eyes that I didn’t realize were closed fly open.
Tears stream down her face and my heart shatters.
Wrapping my arms around her waist, I slowly pull away and allow her forehead to drop to my shoulder.
Nice going, asshat. You should have waited until she was ready.
Mentally, I kick myself and run my hand up her back. “Ivy, I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have pushed you. Andi is my best friend. She has known about us since she found me almost dead on the side of the road. I—”
Blaire’s head snaps up and she wipes away the tears streaming down her reddened cheeks. “Put me down. Please.” Her voice is weak and I do as she says. Gone is the girl that was threatening to push me off the top of this one hundred story building. In its place is what looks to be the girl I once knew, but behind her ivy colored eyes is someone completely different. Someone who has experienced more pain and hurt than anyone ever should.
I did that. I left her. It’s all my fault.
Blaire pulls the robe tightly around her and steps around me.
Running my fingers through my hair, I take a step in her direction. “Blaire, wait. Can we please talk?”
Peeking over her shoulder, she stops right before the door. “Time for talking was ten years ago. And you may call me a liar, but you are one and the same.”
My brows lift in confusion and she continues, “You told your best friend about us, but you were wrong. There is no us. There is simply two people with a common enemy.”
