Page 126 of Breakaway Hearts

I glance at his lips, and he takes the opportunity to kiss me again, slipping his tongue into my mouth and tangling it with my own. I moan against him, and he nudges my legs open with his knee, pressing against my clit and making me gasp. I swear I could come like this in less than five minutes, but before we can take it any further, I pull back, pushing gently on his chest.

“You need to go,” I gasp. “You can’t be late.”

He groans and presses his lips against my neck, still grinding his thigh against my clit. “I don’t want to leave. Why can’t fucking you be a professional sport?”

I snort, and he laughs against my skin.

I kiss his cheek, his earlobe, and his neck until he pulls back and lets me kiss his lips again. I murmur between kisses, “I’m not so sure that would be a good idea, and if you think about it, I’m pretty sure you wouldn’t like it either.”

“What do you—? Oh. Yeah, no, you’re right.” He puts one hand on the wall above my head and skims his nose over the curve of my cheek. “OnlyIget to see you like this, Firefly. Those sweet little moans of yours are just for me.”

Warmth climbs up my face as my clit throbs again, and he kisses the blush on my cheeks.

“Come with me to the arena,” he murmurs. “I know it’s early, but I want you to come with me so I can give you a ride. No taking the bus for you anymore. I’ll buy you a car soon.”

“I’ve already told you that you don’t need to do that. It’s too much. But I won’t turn down a ride to the arena.”

“Good. Let’s hit the road, then.” He kisses me again, something softer and a little sweeter, before letting me go and picking up his hastily discarded bag. I fix his tie, which we managed to send askew in our pre-game shenanigans.

We arrive at the arena just in time for Reese and an hour and a half early for me, so I have plenty of time to kill before the game actually begins. I kiss him goodbye before he rushes off to the locker room to face Dunaway’s wrath and the teasing of the other guys. I smile and shake my head before heading out of the arena to the shops and restaurants nearby.

“Could I get a mid-shelf whiskey, neat?” I ask as I sit down on a barstool at a slowly-filling bar closest to the arena.

“What kind?” the older bartender asks.

“Surprise me,” I say with a grin. I’m sure they don’t have Blanton’s here, but I always like trying something new.

The bartender smiles, nods, and gets to work on my drink. The rest of the bar is mostly men, although I see a few couples and one family in the corner.

The bartender sets my drink down in front of me, and I take slow sips until he slides a bowl of pretzels toward me as well. I give him a nod of thanks, and he winks.

I end up ordering some bar food so I don’t get tipsy before the game, and just as I’m about to dig into my steaming hot mozzarella sticks, someone sits down right next to me.

“I’ll have whatever IPA you have on tap,” Sienna says, leaning over the bar in a way that pushes her cleavage up a little higher. She glances over at me, and her perfectly shaped eyebrows rise a little. “Oh, hi, Callie.”

“Hey, Sienna,” I say, shifting a little awkwardly in my seat. Reese told me about what happened the other day, and even though at one point, her wanting him back would’ve been exactly what he wanted, he made it clear that he shut her down. Still, I don’t really feel like talking to her. “How are you?”

“Good, good. Can’t complain.” She takes a sip of her IPA as soon as the bartender sets it down. “And how are you? I heard about the car accident through Reese. That must’ve been awful, but I’m glad you’re okay.”

Surprisingly, her words sound genuine, and I feel a little guilty for thinking poorly of her. Reese dated her for a reason, and he’s not shallow enough to date someone just because they’re good-looking and successful. There must be something special about Sienna that I can’t see.

I hate that thought. It’d be easier for her to just be a villain, someone irredeemable, someone barely human.

But she is a human. A human Reese loved once.

Not anymore though, I remind myself, and that thought fills me with relief.

“Thank you,” I tell her. “I got a bit banged up, but I’m feeling much better.”

“I’m glad, really.” She squeezes my forearm again and then pops a few pretzels into her mouth. “I hope Reese spoiled you with lots of Twizzlers while you were recovering.”

“He did,” I say slowly. “How did you know I liked them? I don’t know if I ever told you.”

She waves her hand and laughs. “Oh, Reese mentioned it once when he and I were still together. You were important to him, even before you started dating.”

“I didn’t realize you guys talked about me.”

“Yeah, well.” She takes a long drink of her beer. “I was really surprised when you guys came out as a couple.”

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