Page 62 of Break for Me

“You think anybody saw what just happened?” She asked, looking back through the glass in front of her.

“Hadn’t really crossed my mind.”

“You don’t think it makes things more exciting? Having an audience? The prospect of being caught? You didn’t have more fun after knowing that couple in the parking garage realized what we were doing?”

Adrenaline worked for her.

I could deliver that.

I pulled my shirt down around her shoulders, until her breasts were very much exposed and I stepped against her hard enough that I’d pushed the whole front of her body into the glass. The glass was cold as shit and she shrieked at the feel of it against her skin. I put my foot in between hers to kick her legs apart so I could run my hand the full length of her from front to back, and she was fucking dripping already. I leaned into her again.

“Smile pretty for whoever might be watching, Fancy Face.”

forty-five

TRISTA

I woke up laying on the arm of Jersey’s that was attached to my own wrist with the zip ties. The entire front of his body was pressed into my back and his other arm was all the way around my waist and hooked under the hip that I was laying on. He had absolutely spent the night putting on a show for whoever might have been watching. He wasn’t happy until every inch of me had been displayed in front of that glass. He wasn’t happy even then. He didn’t stop until there actually was a puddle on the floor in front of the window. He waited until I was genuinely begging him; a whimpering, overstimulated, shaking heap of body parts that no longer worked to support my own weight. He didn’t just let me enjoy it. He went well out of his fucking way to make sure I enjoyed it, over and over again.

I smiled at the jagged, broken nail on my middle finger and wondered if it had left him bleeding anywhere. I had no idea when it happened, but I was certain that I’d done it on his skin. Our wrists were awkwardly bound together, but I still pushed the back of my hand into his open palm to imagine him holding it again. I closed my eyes and nestled back into the warmth of his body a little harder. Everything about him was easier to be around when he wasn’t awake. As soon as I was still and entirely prepared to just fall back asleep that way, I felt his fingers curl around my hand.

“Be careful with that,” he whispered. “I might forget that you hate me.”

“I hate you,” I reminded him immediately.

He laughed, but I figured that was my cue to get away from him. I shifted another time to get out from under his arm, until his fingers dug into my hip and his arm tightened.

“I didn’t say you could move.”

“I’m pretty good about doing the very opposite of what everybody seems to want from me.”

His phone vibrating from wherever it was interrupted the moment anyway.

“That’ll be Memphis,” he said and sighed, almost like he was annoyed about it. I sat up to free his arm from under my head and he rolled toward the other side of the bed to take his phone from the nightstand.

“Morning, sugar,” he said into the phone and laid it on the pillow beside his head on speaker phone.

“Why. Aren’t. You. Moving.”

She sounded pissed, but he chuckled. He reached back toward the night stand and pulled a knife out of the drawer.

“What do you have against sleep?” He asked her while he slid the knife across the zip tie that connected us.

“Do you know what time it is?” She demanded. He shook his head and smiled while he pulled my hand closer to him so he could cut the tie from my wrist.

“I don’t,” he said. “But I imagine you’re about to tell me.”

“It’s almost eleven. This should have been the last day, Jersey,” she said. “The way you drive could turn this into a ten hour day and then we’ll be done. We could move on from this job. We could be the team who knocked out The Retirement just like it was any regular snatch and grab.”

He sighed again and his bottom lip disappeared in between his teeth for just a second before he looked at my face.

“I know, Memphis,” he said quietly. “It was kind of a weird night. I’ll let you know when I’m headed out to Seph. I don’t know if we’ll have problems on the way back to the garage or if it’ll happen later once we’re on the road, but it’ll happen eventually.”

He reached back for the phone to hang up before he cut the tie from his own wrist and crawled out from under the blanket on the bed. This was my last day to get away from him, and much to my own discomfort of having to admit it, that was the last thing that I wanted to do.

“Jersey?”

“Don’t,” he snapped at me over his shoulder.

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