Page 116 of Deal Breaker
I feel everything.
She’s beside me.
Our hands are still clasped together, resting on her lap. There’s energy rolling off us in waves. I can feel it, the same way I feel my pulse—undeniable, alive, real. Hard. I haven’tbeen this hard for this long since I was a goddamn teenager. I’m not in control. Not entirely, but God, I feel awake. Every inch of me. And the knowledge of what we’re about to do—what we’re not saying out loud, but both know—takes root in me.
I put the car in park in my driveway and kill the engine, my pulse hammering beneath my skin.
Landyn is turned away from me, looking out the window toward the house. Her profile is lit up by the streetlamp out front and fuck me, she’s beautiful.
That perfect nose of hers—the soft slope of it that I’ve stared at more times than I can count. And all I can think about is pressing my mouth to the bridge of it. Just because I can. Just because I need to. Then there’s her mouth. Jesus.That full bottom lip—soft, flushed, the kind that practically begs to be pulled into mine. I want to bite it. Not hard. Just enough to feel it stretch between my teeth. Just enough to make her gasp.
Be cool, I tell myself as she undoes her seatbelt and reaches for the door handle like we’re not sitting in the middle of a four-alarm fire. Spoiler: I ignore my own advice completely. Something low and raw rumbles in my throat—part want, part warning, part I’m not going to make it inside, I need her that badly. Now.
I’m on her in the next second, before she can even step out of the car. My hand is in her hair, mouth crashing into hers like I’ve been starved and she’s the only thing that’s ever fed me. It’s not careful. It’s not slow. It’s weeks, of silence, regret, and desire all colliding into a single kiss that knocks the wind out of both of us.
She moans against my mouth, and I grip the back of her neck tighter, pulling her closer, devouring every sound, every breath.
This isn’t a kiss, it’s a reckoning.
The second her tongue slides against mine, I’m moving—reaching, grabbing, pulling her across the center console like I’ve been waiting my whole damn life to do it. I drag her into my lap, one arm around her hips, the other pushing my seat back in a hard, jarring motion that gives me just enough space to get her where I need her—on top of me, flush and hot and trembling.
My cock grinds up against her center through her clothes, and it’s not enough. Not even close. But it’s something. And fuck, it feels like everything.
“Is this mine?” I ask clearly and slowly to avoid any confusion.
Landyn nods a yes as if she’s forgotten how to speak. She’s trembling, until I part her lips with my tongue and kiss her until I feel drunk.
“Is this body mine, Landyn? I need an answer.”
A broken, desperate sound slips from her throat when I pinch her nipple between my fingers. I keep the pressure light, measured, even though I know it’s driving her crazy. She’s aching for more, but I need to hear her say it first.
“Yours.” The word leaves her mouth, slipping past her lips softly, like it barely has the strength to form at all.
I grip her hips tightly and rock her against me, grazing my cock against the thin cotton of her dress, over and over, rougher each time. The friction is pure torture—sweet and maddening. She gasps, hands braced on my shoulders as I bury my face in her neck. Her scent. Her skin. Her fucking presence, it hits me like a drug, and I take it like I need it to breathe.
“And this, June?” I say, gripping and rolling her ass in my palms, claiming every curve before dragging a finger downbetween her thighs. When it grazes her centre, her ass lifts off my lap in a sharp, needy buck. “What about this?”
“Yours, Yes, yours, Ford,” she groans.
Yes, fucking, yes. She’s mine again.
Now I’m going to fuck her like I know she likes it.
She tilts her head, exposing her throat like she’s giving me permission to lose control. So, I do. I press my mouth to her neck, kiss and suck until she moans. A raw, desperate sound that lights me on fire. “I need you to fuck me. Now, Ford!”
I stop and take her face in both hands. “I’m going to fuck you, June. I promise you that. I’m going to fuck you hard and fast like I know we both need… then I’ll fuck you slow and steady when I get you inside.”
She grinds her pelvis over my cock, and I groan, hands already working at her clothes. Her dress. My pants. All of it. Barriers I suddenly can’t stand. Buttons. Zippers. Seams. All of it’s in my way.
She’s already helping, fingers tugging, unfastening, yanking at the belt that’s never felt so unnecessary. My hands are shaking as I fumble with her dress, not even bothering to be gentle as I work the powder-blue material over her head.
She lifts her arms, gasping as I pull. I rip my pants and my boxer briefs down to my knees. And then my cock is free. Hard. Ready. Pink and throbbing and barely holding on.
Mine.
June.
I take a minute to really look at us and I see her smooth olive skin bared for me, white lace bralette and matching panties that I want to shred from her body. She’s in nothingbut sheer underwear, stretched across my lap like a vision I couldn’t have dreamed up if I tried.
