Page 17 of His Wasted Heart (Damaged Hearts 2)

I can pick you up.

No. I’ll come over there.

My roommate is here. I don’t want Chad to see her. I don’t want to hear his big mouth.

Oh. Maybe some other time then.

He’s gonna lock himself up in his room after he takes a shower. Then you can come over.

It takes her a while to respond again. I’m pretty sure I’ve blown it. When five minutes tick by, I’m certain I’ve blown it.

But long minutes later, Jensen finally responds. Am I your dirty little secret, Rhett?

If I admit that she is, does that make me an asshole?

She sends another text. Because you’re definitely mine. ;)

All right. So we’re on the same page.

Come over, I tell her.

Okay :)

I roll over on my back, my breathing heavy, my heart rac

ing. Closing my eyes, I swallow hard, trying to calm my overstimulated body. I hear the rustle of sheets, the comforter falling onto the floor softly. Turning my head, I crack open my eyes to see Jensen lying beside me, her golden body glowing with a faint sheen of sweat, her feet moving, kicking everything off the bed.

Reaching over, I slide my hand over her smooth ass, my fingers lingering. “Hot?”

She says nothing, just shifts closer to press her ultra-warm body against mine. I kiss her, my overused dick stirring to attention despite my bone-deep exhaustion, but I break away from her swollen mouth before it turns into something else.

With Jensen, it’s guaranteed to turn into something else.

“You’re insatiable,” she murmurs against my lips, her fingers slipping down, down until they’re curled around my cock.

“So are you,” I tell her.

We’ve been fucking around for hours. I don’t even know what time it is since I haven’t check my phone since Jensen walked in the door. All I know is that it’s dark outside, and the house is quiet. It feels like there’s no one else in the world right now. Just me and Jensen, doing the most primal, basic thing a man and woman can do.

Her stomach growls. Loudly. She coughs, maybe trying to cover up the sound, who knows, and then she’s moving away, rolling over on her side so her back is to me. “I should probably go,” she tells the wall.

I grab her shoulder and gently flip her over so she’s facing me again. “I can feed you if you’re hungry.”

“I’m not hungry.” Her stomach growls again.

“Really.” My voice is flat, because—yet again—she’s lying. About the stupidest thing possible.

She sighs. “I hate it when you look at me like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like…” She hesitates, pressing her lips together. “I don’t know, like you’re disappointed in me.”

I say nothing, since that’s exactly how I feel.

“Yeah, like that.” She crawls out of bed and is on the floor, no doubt searching for her clothes. “I don’t want you to act like you’re my dad, Rhett.”

“What the hell do you mean?” I spring to my feet, annoyed. She does this a lot. Gets defensive, purposely starts arguing with me.

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