Page 39 of Heartbreaker
“Savannah?” A voice calls out from downstairs.Motherfucker. You’ve got to be kidding me. What the fuck is my brother doing here? “You still up there? It’s getting pretty late. Are you—”
“W-what do you want, Crew?”
If he comes up here, I am so fucked.
“I just wanted to check on you because you seemed—”
“Fine!” I slam my hand down on John’s shoulder and suppress a moan as he rolls his hips up into mine. “I’m fine. I’ll…I’ll be inside shortly.” John grips my throat and forces my stare to his darkened blue eyes, his other hand forcing my hips to continue moving. “You are not helping,” I hiss at him.
“Who said I wanted to help?” He smirks.
There’s another creak on the staircase before Crew says, “Are you—”
“Yes!” I glare at John when the word comes out louder than it should, and he pecks my lips. “I’m fine, Crew. Just go. I-I’ll be done in a few m-minutes.”
“Don’t count on it,” John whispers in my ear, and it tightens the coil in my abdomen again.
It’s quiet for a moment before I finally hear Crew’s mumbled rebuttal and the shuffle of his feet at the bottom of the stairs, followed by the squeak of the barn door closing again.
“You fucker.” I slap my hand onto John’s bare chest, but he catches it with his own, bringing my palm to his lips. The sensation sends tingles down my spine.
“This is everything I need, Savannah,” he says, and my heart aches. That’s all I want, too, but we can’t…I can’t. “You are everything I need.”
“John,” I whisper, pressing my forehead against his as the fire grows between us. He reaches down to apply soft pressure to my clit.
“Fuck.” He breathes out, his forehead dropping to my shoulder, and I run my fingers through his short hair. “Sav,” John whimpers.
I’m mere seconds from coasting the waves of ecstasy again, but this time I want to do it together.
“Wait for me,” I beg.
“No,” he says. “No, I want to come inside you, and then I want you to climb up and ride my face.”
His words wind the fucking coil even tighter. Is he serious? “John, I haven’t even showered.”
“I want to taste you.” He kisses me and forces his hips up from the mat in a hard thrust that makes my head spin. His hands grip my back. With one final thrust, I can feel the twitch of his dick as he comes, and his moans resonate straight to my core. “Now,” he orders and lifts me with ease, leaving me feeling empty, but not for long. As he slides his back to the ground, John pulls me up to his face. “Grip the barre.”
I do, and at the same time, he wraps his hands around my thighs and pulls me down to his mouth. “Holy fuck,” I cry out, my fingers white against the grain of the wood. I immediately catch sight of my reflection. Normally, it would make me blush and look away, but for some reason, I can’t. His tongue moves against me, and slowly, I find my rhythm against him. “John.” His name comes out in a whimper, and I swear I feel him smile. “I’m going to come.” His only response is a moan, and the vibration sends me over the edge. His hold on my thighs tightens when I try to move away, his mouth continuing its relentless assault until another wave of pleasure rolls through my body.
With hard breaths, I still grip the barre, trying to come down from my high. I didn’t think it was possible to feel this spent, but I’d do it all again in a heartbeat. John carefully lifts me from my position and cradles me into his arms, wiping his mouth before he kisses me, and I can taste the mixture of us on his tongue.
“I swear I didn’t plan that,” he whispers with a soft chuckle, planting a kiss on my forehead.
“I wouldn’t have cared if you did,” I say with a lazy smile.
As we get dressed, the weight of what we’ve done hits me, and what bothers me most is the fact that I don’t care as much as I should. I should be upset. I should be mad because I have made it clear (to myself and everyone) that I amnotdating a wrestler. I promised myself I wouldn’t get involved at work…
But when it comes to John, it’s so fucking hard to walk away. I’ve heard time and time again thatit’s easier to date someone in the businessand thatsomeone on the outside can never understand this life. While all of that might be true, I’m not there to find love…not right now.
When I pull my shirt over my head, I notice him staring.
“You okay?” John asks.
“Fine.”
He sighs and crosses the room to me. “Don’t do that.”
I scoff. “What are you talking about?”
