Page 67 of Little Broken Pieces

He doesn’t pause, he fucks me even harder forcing me up toward the headboard and I fucking love it. His kisses are desperate with each one he takes more of me in, his drug, his addiction. He grinds his pelvis up into mine rolling his hips at the same time and I explode. My pleasure ripples down my body and into my center as my pussy grips him.

He groans loudly into my mouth and I feel the throbbing and pulsing of his cock as I milk him. He falls over me, the weight of his body a comfort. He rolls off of me and slaps my thigh. That was fucking heaven. I could die right now, and I would be the happiest woman entering hell.

I laugh and he joins in on the laughter.

“That was okay.” I roll over and rest my head on his chest.

“I’m just kidding. I've never been fucked like that and I loved it.” I move to kiss him and like clockwork, his fingers find my hair and he tugs at it, forcing me to look at him longer, not allowing me to move in for the kiss just yet. He stares at me so intently, like I’m something he needs to study, or something he isn’t sure is real. Like I’m going to disappear in thin air. Like I’m a masterpiece.

Finally, without a word, he lets go and our lips meet gently now. He rubs his hand thoughtlessly down my back until it stops, and light snores leave his tired mouth.

I can’t sleep so I just lay there, staring at the stars outside my window listening to his heart. My heart, the heart he is giving me, the one I’m trusting with mine. Somewhere in between his shallow breaths and heartbeats, I drift to sleep. Safe, with Kohen Ventura.

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ALEX

Iwake up and immediately notice the warmth beside me missing. My hand flies to the spot where he should be and just like I thought… Empty. My eyes fly open, and panic ensues. He wouldn’t just leave like that, would he? I check my phone and it's 11 am with no calls and no messages. My eyes dart around the room for a note but again, nothing. My stomach drops.

I jump up and rush around the room looking for something to put on under this t-shirt so I can run to Cora’s room and bitch about this. I can’t believe he fucking left. I grab my phone on the way to her room so I can text Xzavien. Kohen doesn’t know I will fuck his best friend to hurt his feelings, and I plan to do it.

Right when my hand touches the doorknob, I take a step back so it doesn’t hit me. The first thing I see is a coffee cup, and the tattooed arm it's attached to is not Cora’s. I toss my phone on the bed and relief washes over me. I’m glad I didn’t text Xzavien. That would have been a mess.

“You okay, Angel?” I hate the way I love for him to ask me that. His phone rings before I can tell him I thought he left. I think I’ll take that as a sign that I should keep it to myself. He doesn’t answer but instead ignores it and shuts it off. Hmm, shady much?

“You aren’t going to answer that?” I’m genuinely curious.

“No, wasn’t anybody important. Want a sip of my coffee?”

“No thanks, but I see you made yourself at home. Why did you turn it off?” He sips his coffee carefully and I sit patiently waiting for his response. His eyes meet mine as he slurps.

“My phone?” I nod. “Well, because it's dying and I already told you I want to spend as much time with you as possible before I have to start training.” Such a good excuse, but he did tell me.

I need to fucking chill, I’m still reeling from thinking he left. This anger is pointless, so I decide to let it go. I move closer to him and lay my head on his shoulder and hand on his thigh. He kisses my forehead and I melt. I fucking melt. Why the fuck am I like this? I was ready to throw all of this away just because I thought he left. I grab his coffee cup and put it on the end table.

I climb into his lap and he wraps his arms around me. His fingers find the ends of my hair and I feel him tugging at the strands lightly. “Why do you do that?”

“Why do I do what?” he asks, looking puzzled.

“Tug at my hair or play with it anytime it's down. I mean I’m not complaining, I was just wondering. It’s cute.”

A laugh leaves him as he continues to twist the ends in his fingers. “I don’t know. I guess I didn’t realize I’m doing it, or that I have ever done it before.”

“You’re doing it right now.” We laugh. He kisses me and pulls it harder. “And what, you don’t like it?”

“Oh, I fucking love it. I was just wondering why.” I grind into him and he tugs it back harder exposing my neck. He starts gently sucking on the skin there and I can feel his dick rock hard between us. I palm it and he groans as he pushes the solid flesh into my hand.

“Fuck, Angel, we can’t.” He releases my hair and I look at him.

“Why, you don’t want me?” I say, batting my lashes and pouting my lip, hoping he gives in to me.

“Exact opposite. I want you so fucking bad but we need to get ready.” That’s right- our date.

“Okay, fine. But you’re missing out.” I walk away and sway my hips for extra effect.

“Oh, I know it. That pussy is pristine and it's all mine, but I want to enjoy other parts of you today. I want us to get to know each other on a deeper level.”

He stands and makes his way over to me, trapping me in between his body and my dresser. The air leaves me, no matter how much time I spend around him he takes my breath away. He is absolutely fucking breathtaking.

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