Page 107 of Heartbreaker
John gently bunches my dress in his hands, lifting it off the ground, and nudges my legs apart. His eyes follow the trail his right hand leaves, disappearing beneath the red fabric. I gasp when his fingers graze the wet fabric of my underwear. “Shit, you’re fucking soaked. That’s all for me?”
I nod, biting down on my bottom lip, but gasp when one of his fingers slips inside and over my slit.
John leans down to whisper in my ear, “Tell me what you want, Savannah.”
He parts me with his fingers, dipping inside me, and my body reacts immediately, clenching around him. It’s been far too long since I felt his touch.
“Fuck,” I moan, gripping his shoulders. “You, John. I want you.”
“That’s what I like to hear.” His mouth finds my neck again, just below my ear.
With my eyes screwed shut, my head falls back as his thumb circles my clit. He continues to pump his fingers in and out of me, and I grind against him, desperate for release. The burning weight in my stomach grows stronger as his mouth moves down my throat and my shoulders, to the swell of my breasts.
The sweet glint of arousal coats his fingers when he rips them from me without warning. His eyes darken at the sight before sucking them clean. A hum of satisfaction, his eyes roll into the back of his head, before meeting my stare.
“I was so fucking close.”
“I know,” he says, the hint of a smirk on his lips. “But the first time you come isn’t going to be on my fingers or my tongue, Sweetheart. It’s going to be wrapped around my cock. I want to watch you as you come undone, feel your pussy milk me for everything I’ve got, because there hasn’t been a day the last two years that I haven’t thought about this moment.” His eyes soften, a new level of emotion filling them. “You can’t imagine how many times I thought about jumping on a plane and flying to Texas to bring youhome.”
Home.The sting of tears coats my vision. Celestia isn’t home anymore. Hell, it isn’t even at EWE. It’s right here…with him.
“I love you, John Brooks,” I whisper, tears brimming in my eyes. He wipes away one that falls down my cheek.
“Say it again,” he pleads.
I repeat the words, and his eyes flutter closed. “I’ve always loved you, and I always will.”
Warm hands slide down my back, palming my ass, he lifts me off my feet and slings my legs over his hips. My hands lock together at the base of his skull before I lean in close. Breath mingling. Hearts pounding. Our lips brush, but we don’t close the gap yet.
John’s gaze drops to the space between us, and his fingers dig into the flesh of my thighs, underneath the fabric of my dress. His throat bobs, swallowing hard, before he lifts his gaze back to mine. “You have too many clothes on.”
My eyes flutter closed at Anna’s direction. She’s been working on my makeup for the last thirty minutes while Fallon works on getting the perfect curl in my hair. I won’t lie; I’ve missed days with the glam team. It’s nice having someone else to do your hair and makeup two to three times a week.
There’s vibration on the underside of my left thigh, and I reach for my phone, cracking open one eye to see if it’shim, but it’s only a message from The Inner Circle—the Williams sibling group chat. My brothers, minus Crew, have been extremely chatty today, and if they don’t shut up soon, I’m going to block them until after my match. I’ve been waiting for any communication from John after he left the hotel this morning, but I haven’t seen or heard from him since.
I don’t know what roused me from sleep, but the sheets were cool beneath my fingertips as I reached out for him. The room was empty when I opened my eyes, and my first thought was:This cannot be happening. Had I made a fool of myself? Was this another fucking bet, and I had fallen for it, again?
The bathroom door cracked open before he walked out, fully dressed, his hair damp from a shower. When he saw me, he smiled and leaned down to kiss the top of my head. “Mornin’, Sweetheart. I didn’t wake you, did I?”
My heart hammered in my chest, and adrenaline coursed through my veins, my mind trying to catch up to what I was seeing. When I spoke, I tried to steady my voice, not to give away the panic I had felt moments prior. “Going somewhere?”
“I have a meeting this morning.” He stepped into a pair of his shoes that lined the hallway mirror.
“A meeting?” I glanced at the clock. “John, it’s seven in the morning. Who are you meeting this early? Is everything okay?”
“Everything is perfect,” John said, turning back to me. He leaned down and guided my mouth to his. It dispels all worries I had moments before. “Get some sleep. You have a little bit of time before the girls come looking for you to get breakfast.”
I groaned, pulling a pillow over my head when I fell back onto the bed. He laughed. “I’ll see you at the arena, okay?”
I couldn’t go back to sleep after he left, though. I could barely focus on what Raelynn and Jo were talking about over breakfast, too preoccupied trying to figure out what was going on with my…boyfriend? Is that what I’m supposed to call him now? We didn’t exactly state that last night. Sure, I think we made it obvious how we felt, but we didn’t slap a label on it, or was it supposed to be implied?
What meeting could he possibly have at seven in the morning, the day of Wrestlefest? I know the Raffertys like to make last-minute changes, but if that’s the case, shouldn’t I have been part of the meeting? Austin and Viv, too. We’re all part of this match. Or maybe it wasn’t the Raffertys at all. Maybe it was something else entirely. Why not just tell me? The whole thing seems strange.
“Close your eyes,” Anna demands. “That boy has waited two years; he can wait a few more minutes.” She chuckles when I glare up at her before I let my eyelids close again. She applies the finishing touches before misting my face with the setting spray as Fallon adds a layer of hairspray. “Alright, you’re free to go and find him.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I say, jumping down from the chair, earning an unconvinced chuckle from both women. If there is anyone around here who knows every bit of gossip, it’s the hair and makeup team. They hear and see everything.
I smile at my reflection in the mirror, admiring their work. They’ve outdone themselves, per usual. Everything looks perfect from the curl of my hair to the amount of blush on my cheeks to the carefully selected red hue of the lipstick. Anna found the shade years ago and deemed it “Savvy’s Scarlet,” because she said it was my perfect shade. What’s the real name? I have no idea, but the first time she did my makeup upon my return, she told me she’d been keeping a new tube handy for the day I decided to come home.
