Page 102 of Leave Me Broken

“Coach,” Janelle greets.

Payson lets out a deep breath and forces a small smile. “Hey, baby. Sorry I didn’t find you sooner.”

“Don’t apologize. I found you now.”

“You two are enough to make me want to become a nun.”

“You would never last as a nun,” Payson throws back, and the girls laugh. Now it’s my turn to let out a breath because seeing them laugh is a much needed breath of fresh air. I don’t know how much Janelle liked Parker or anything but she seems to be doing okay. Unless she’s better at hiding her feelings than Payson.

Someone falls into the chair next to me and from the harsh smell of liquor, I know it’s Jason. I have no clue how he carried the casket. I’m guessing Payson’s uncles and other men from the church carried most of that weight. “If you want anything from Anne’s place you better go get it today.”

“What, why?” She scrunches her eyebrows. “Grandpa said we had the week.”

“You won’t be here, babygirl.”

“Oh my fuck, you even call her babygirl. You’re fucking nasty.”

“Jason,” Payson and I hiss.

He attempts to roll his eyes. “Whatever. I don’t want anything so if you do, take your boyfriend.”

If we weren’t in a church, I’d kick the chair out from under him. I don’t care what he is going through, I’m fucking sick of the way he talks to my girl.

Payson is chewing on her lips and pulling at the skin on her thumb. I rest my hand over hers. “Is there stuff you need?”

“A few things. Do you mind? I don’t really want to go alone.”

Hell would need to have frozen over and that still wouldn’t be enough for me to send her into that house alone. Fred would have to be completely idiotic to go back to his house in town when the police are looking for him, but I’ve never met the man and I think it’s safe to say he is completely idiotic. I wasn’t joking with Payson when I said he would never touch a single hair on her head. If I ever see his face, he will wish I hadn’t. “You and me. Whenever you’re ready.”

“Now. I’m ready to get out of here.”

33

Payson

“So, this is the room you used to masturbate to my face in?”

“It wasn’t your face I was thinking about.”

I’m thankful he agreed to come with me. I was feeling a panic attack coming on just being on the property. We went in the back door so I just had to pass the living room. Not go in it. I don’t want to see if there’s blood on the floor. My blood.

My room looks the same as the way I left it. Bright yellow walls and beige carpets. My bed still has my same sunrise bed spread with yellow, orange, and magenta at the bottom. It’s not even made. There are books from the library on my dresser. The drawers aren’t all closed, and my clothes poke out. Everything looks exactly as I left it and it’s eerie to see. It doesn’t smell like me, though, stale from having been unused for months.

I turn to Ash expecting him to be taking in more of my room but his eyes are on me. The lust I’ve been watching in Ash the last couple days bubbles to the surface, he lunges at me, and I let him catch me. His body comes down hard against mine on the bed but his lips are on me before I can focus on his weight. I wrap my legs around his waist and he rips at my dress. Our clothes are discarded in minutes and he falls back on top of me.

“I’m sorry if you want it slow, baby but I’m dying for you hard right now.” His breath is hot on my neck.

I lift my hips to grind my center against his dick. “Hard. Always hard.”

He eats at my lips while lining his dick up with my opening. I’m not soaked but wet enough his head can slip in. “Fuck. I can barely get it in. Relax, Jailbird.”

“You didn’t even warm me up, what do you expect? I just walk around soaking wet all day. Primed and ready for you whenever you feel like mounting me?”

“Yes.”

He sits up giving me the best view of his body and just like he wanted I dampen between the thighs. “Walk around shirtless and I just might.”

His pecs start moving at opposite time and he grins. “I have a way I can make you wetter. Get to your knees.”

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