Page 35 of Wreaking Havoc on my Heart

Her arousal drips down both our legs as she screams out her orgasm. I let go too, falling with her into a realm of bliss where we are the only ones that exist.

I lean over her, kissing her shoulder and back while trying to catch my breath. We are both a mess of tangled limbs and more cum than I’ve ever seen in one place in my life.

I pull out, careful to go slow with how sensitive I know she is. She winces just briefly, but it’s enough to have my body tensing. I knew this would be intense, so I took a car from the track and made sure it could be right out back.

Grabbing the blanket under my desk, I wrap it around her, then yank on my pants. I leave the rest to be dealt with by Marvin, our janitor. I made him aware of the mess he’d find, and he agreed to take care of it for a generous price. I didn’t have to pay him; it’s his job. But it didn’t feel right to leave that mess without a heads up and something to say thank you with.

I place Laney into the passenger seat. She’s hardly conscious, but I want to get her back to my place and cleaned up before tucking into bed with her.

When we arrive at the house, I come around to pick her up only to find her snoring. It’s adorable. Her hair is a mess, the ends of the perfectly curled blonde sticky with cum and sweat. And yet, she’s as beautiful as the day I first met her.

I lift her out and take her straight to my bathroom where I made sure a bubble bath with rose oil and Epsom salts was waiting. Waking her up enough to sit on the edge of the tub, I hand her some water. When she only stares at it, I open the lid and help her lift it to her lips.

The cool water seems to help her wake up a little bit, but I don’t back up to get undressed until she’s holding it on her own. Once I have my clothes off, I unwrap her from the blanket and she starts to shiver almost immediately. But the moment I get her into the warm water with me, she fully relaxes again and dozes off in my arms.

I keep her head above the water and carefully wash off the stimulants then massage in new oils. She’s going to be very sore and dazed in the morning, so I’ve stocked up on vitamins, electrolyte drinks, and some protein shakes to help her recover.

I get her out and dry her off before sliding a t-shirt over her and tucking her in next to me. I hand her a protein shake and then a full glass of water once she’s finished with the shake.

We get settled and I pull her close, kissing her cheek. That scene was everything I love and so much more since it was with her. The way her body responds to me and my commands is addictive. She’s addictive. Getting for her now after everything she just gave me mends a piece of my soul I feel like I lost when I was a child.

I stare down at her. She’s already fast asleep so I let the words fall from my lips in a faint whisper, even though they scare me.

“I think I’m falling in love with you, Kitten.”

She hums, not really waking up as she mumbles. “I think I love you guys too.”

My back stiffens and I freeze. ‘You guys’? Realization dawns on me, and I pull her even closer as anger threatens the grasp on my control.

She’s mine, not his. Never his.

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Later that week, I’m wringing my hands as I pace the floor. Damien just left, and I’m shaking with rage at myself.I hurt her.I did the one thing I promised her I’d never do.

I’d like to think it really was an accident, but maybe subconsciously I was trying to punish her for hurting me. My chest aches as I feel it being split in half. I keep messing up. Every time I try to keep her close or protect her, I only end up pushing her away.

My phone starts ringing but I ignore it. I don’t want to have to buy another damn phone because I can’t control how I feel right now. When it starts up again, I grit my teeth and answer it, not even looking at the contact.

“What?” I bark, startling myself with just how angry I sound.

“So I take it you’re aware of what you did to our girl?”

The sound of his voice alone grates on my nearly frayed nerves.

“She’s notourgirl,” I retort.

A sigh comes across the line as if I’m being the unreasonable one by wanting my girl to just be mine.

“That’s where you're wrong, brother. The moment you stop trying to force her into your own little box, you’ll see it too.”

“I’m not forcing her into anything!”

“Oh really? Because what I hear is that you’re not able to listen to her when she’s trying to tell you how she feels. In fact,” his voice raises, “you seem to think it’s okay to hurt her whenever you don’t get the answers you want.”

I don’t have anything to say because he’s not wrong. That is what I did and I hate myself for it. I sit down on the couch with a sigh, putting my face in my hands.

“I can’t handle the idea of you stealing her from me.” Maybe if he knows how I feel, I can figure out what to say to her.

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